Shelby Larsen
Bio
Warning: I love messing with your favorite fairy tales.
I've loved writing most of my life. In college I made it my passion, but once I reached the "real" world, I stopped. I'm here to find my creativity and get back to my passion.
Stories (43/0)
Trauma Buried in the Woods
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I had passed the neglected shack many times while hiking off-trail, but I never thought I'd be breaking into it. The darkness made no movement or commotion, so I risked breaking a window and lighting a candle inside. I sat for the first time in what felt like days, pulling off my mud-caked shoes. Scenes from earlier in the evening flashed through my mind.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
I just want some damn cucumber
Growing up, my mom always had a garden. Every summer we would have cucumbers to dip in ranch, tomatoes to turn into salsa, and onions to flavor anything and everything. She would also grow other fruits and veggies, but those three were the staples.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Earth
Things I cried over this week
I'm a very emotional person. I cry at sad and happy movies, books, TikToks... you name it. I will cry over any little small thing sometimes, whether it's something that's just a small inconvenience or something that is truly sad.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Confessions
Cerebral is taking advantage of the mentally ill
I used the telehealth service "Cerebral" for a year. In fact, I'm still on a very limited plan until my current discount is out. The only reason I'm still giving them any of my money is because I adore my care counselor.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Psyche
I love doing laundry
Hear me out: I love doing the laundry. I like to keep a moderately clean home, but I hate a lot of the cleaning. I hate dusting, I think cleaning the kitchen is exhausting, and I hate dishes. I don't mind cleaning the bathroom. But I LOVE laundry.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Earth
Atypical Housewives
“Did I leave the garage door open?" Probably. Victoria sighed as she continued to scrub the bloodstained floor. Her wife would probably murder her as soon as they got home anyway. Victoria wouldn’t blame her, with the garage door and the rain coming down as hard as it was, Annabelle’s newly washed car would be splattered. At least no blood had spilled onto the light wood cabinets. They would be there all night if they had to clean that up.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
Breaking 8 Years of Silence
I want to preface this by saying that I'm really not looking for "I'm sorry this happened to you" or "You're so strong" or whatever other supportive things people will say. I am simply sharing my story because there are so many young women out there that are silent - just as I was.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Viva
Him
Sophia woke up abruptly after tossing and turning and successfully rolling herself off the bed, crushing the remnants of last night’s takeout. Listening to the soft pounding of the music next door as she stared at the darkness above her, she briefly wondered if she’d ever have the energy to throw a party like the neighbors were again. She sat up groggily, shoving aside an empty bottle of cherry vodka and rubbing her tired eyes before focusing on the clock. It was only five o’clock in the morning. She hadn’t fallen asleep until after two. On the bright side, she’d slept more than she had the previous few nights. Maybe if she slept for five hours straight next time she would celebrate. Buy a bottle of fancy wine and a couple bags of Doritos.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Viva