Hey, I'm Shelby and I've been an avid writer for about 6 years now. I mainly write about death and dabble in horror. I enjoy some poetry every now and then. I enjoy getting my words on paper and sharing my thoughts. Hope you enjoy.
I Have Wings
We live in the middle of nowhere. A long driveway leading from a barren road down to a farmhouse and a barn. The bent windmill will creak as it spins around. Not having been oiled in years. It stands in front of the white rundown house. Surrounded by a neglected flower bed that is now full of weeds. Momma was always the one who gardened. I can barely grow hay with my pops. Once momma got sick, everything started to decay. It is almost as if she was the life of the place and now that she is dying, it is dying as well.
But Do We Have Time?
“We have plenty of time.” He says to me, a smile playing on his lips. He is always tries to make lighter of the situation. Sometimes it works. Other times it doesn’t. He always says we have plenty of time. I don’t think he realizes that my time is running out.
World gone cold
No one has seen the sky in years. The world has gone gray and cold. Nothing but dirt and gravel cover the land. Trees and plants have all died, decayed, turned dark and gray, even the bugs have gone. Animals died, gone extinct, carcasses lay, the lowered temperatures slowing down the decomposition. Remains litter the lands, the dry, frigid, empty lands. How are we surviving? We are barely making it to the next day. Some of us continue to go out looking for food that was left behind. Anything. We have to be careful when we go out past the gates, though. The enemy could be anywhere.
Sleep Paralysis Experience
*Trigger warning* I don't know much about sleep paralysis. I do know that it is the feeling of being conscious but unable to move. You lay in bed, your mind going through the stages of wakefulness and sleep. It takes a few minutes before your fully able to speak or move, only laying there motionless until it ends. The reason do know this, is because it happens to me. It doesn't happen every night. But when it does happen my entire body is filled with terror. One I have never felt before in my life.
She's Always there
My mom is the reason I am who I am. She raised me and my sister to be individuals and proud women. She was always there for us. She knew when to be tough and when to be soft. Never forgetting to tell us she loved us at the end of the day.
We all Juggle Something
Right now I'm juggling a life as a single mother, a full time employee and a online college student. As well as keeping my family happy and my daughters father happy. Then there's keeping my house clean, making sure I pay my bills on time, and keeping my life on track. I don't know how I do it all.
No one's perfect
What is wrong with me? A question I never get an answer to. They say no ones perfect, everyone has flaws, just be yourself but if thats the norm, then I'm not normal at all. There are so many things that go on inside my head, that would make you scream and run. Thats why I keep it hidden away. Where no one can see the real me. I am to afraid of what they will say if I tell the truth. If I let my demons come out to play, but they get a little to rough sometimes. So, it's better they stay inside.
Mysteries in Books
On the corner of Mason st. and Jackson dr., stands a small used bookstore. It’s called ‘Mysteries in Books’. The store has been there since before I was born. It was started by my great-grandma, then to my grandma, then my mother and now me. My mother passed away two years ago, and the bookstore became mine. I grew up within the shelves, reading every book that ever came in. Some I was even sad to see go. Nothing makes me happier to come through the arched doorway every morning. The smell of old books hits you the second those doors open, and it’s a feeling of becoming free into a whole alternative world. Each book takes you to a new place in time, and sometimes I even feel like I’m brought into the book, living out as a character. It will never get old. This shop is where all the book lovers want to be at. I’ve seen so many people come and go through its doors. Books come and go just as much as the people.