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 (44/0)
The Adventures of Argos
Dear website thing Momma spends too much time on, My momma has told me all about this weird online thing that she writes on. I don't really get the point. I would prefer to knock her phone out of her hands so she can pet me and play fetch... but I heard that there's a new challenge about your canine companions, and I like when things are about me.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Petlife
Rescued
~~~ The slight shaking and whirring of the ceiling fan were the only sounds in the dark room. She stared straight above her, unable to see light of any sort. The barely-furnished bedroom felt like a prison, a torture chamber. She was chained to the bed, unable to move her own body.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
Fire and Ice Both Burn
1998 Only silence filled the drive home. The man kept his eyes on the icy road as the woman stared down at the hospital band on her wrist. He had clicked off the radio the minute they had gotten into the car as if he was going to speak. He did not.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
Cold
TW: Rape, self-harm He can’t help but get on you in the middle of the night. He knows you’re not okay. He knows you can’t handle this right now. It’s nearly two o’clock in the morning though, and you’re sleeping peacefully beside him. Your nearly naked body is so close, so warm. You’re asleep on your stomach, and your long blonde hair is strewn across a pillow. He touches it; it’s soft and damp. The subtle scent of your conditioner wafts up to him. He wants you. Later, he rolls back over, and you know he’s pretending to be asleep. You get up and put on a t-shirt before going to the bathroom. You splash cold water on your face, clean yourself up. By the time you come back, his breathing is deep. His snoring starts back up. He’s asleep. You crawl back into bed and curl up into a tiny ball on the right side, shivering – only partly from the cold.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Viva
- Top Story - December 2021
We, WomenTop Story - December 2021
Friday, 11:43pm We stumble out of bars, laughing. The bouncers tossing us out glare at us until we stumble down to the streets. We try to gain composure momentarily. Once the doors slam shut, however, we flip off the bars and burst out laughing once again. Tears streaming down our faces, we tell one another not to jump up onto the stages next time.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Viva
Rumpelstiltskin Returns
The castle was empty. Only the occasional servant seen, dressed in black. Certain portraits on the walls shielded with darkened curtains, as tradition dictates. Mourners poured across castle grounds in lines of ebony, onyx, jet, raven - so many shades of black. Veiled women dabbed at their watery eyes. Men walked with their heads hung low. Only footsteps and the occasional sniffle echoed through the town as the citizens returned to their homes. Even the children were unrealistically silent. Several carriages carried off the important, the elderly, and those from lands far, far away.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
The Girl in the Basement
Small drops of water hit the pages of the book in my lap. Choosing to again ignore them, I continued rereading the same paragraph I had been working on for the last hour. Continuously I found myself brushing my long golden hair back behind my shoulders. The bare lightbulb swung ever so slightly on its string above me, causing the dark shadows in the basement to continually change.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Fiction