Shelby Rose

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2022

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Lost Aisle of Forgotten Stories” by Shelby Rose

I was an avid reader, spending countless hours immersed in the pages of fantastical worlds. I’ve sorted through every possible book that I could find on otherworldly realms and magic of every sort, fictional or not. On that fateful day, I had stumbled upon an old, dusty book tucked away in the darkest corner of the library down an aisle that was just behind the librarian’s desk. Its cracked and worn leather cover exuded an aura of mystery. As I opened the book, I felt a strange energy surging through me. The world around me changed, and th...

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“From Shame” by Shelby Rose

Submitted to Contest #209

I’ve been here for several days it feels like. Blue skies meet blue oceans. I still feel a sense of fear, but the fear is now a dull ache compared to the urgent choking it had on me in the beginning. When I first started my journey I had all the belongings I could have needed for a 3 to 4-hour kayaking trip. This was a leisurely trip meant to be enjoyed. Meant to be easy. It has turned into a nightmare; a punishment for her stupidity. This is how they always write it up in the News, isn’t it? ‘World’s Dumbest Woman Goes Missing after Refu...

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“I Can't Say Good-'Bi'” by Shelby Rose

Submitted to Contest #136

Stuck in a loop is an understatement. You could consider me stuck in a box. I try, I make progress, then I hit a wall. Once I have found that wall to be hard and near impossible to get around, I turn then try again.I’m stuck in a very boxy loop.Let me start from the beginning; I was once in a happy, fulfilling, and genuine marriage. A marriage I- along with everyone we knew- reveled in, but that was a few months ago back when I thought that nothing could shake us. Then something small happened, a pebble hidden in the road sent us reeling and...

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“Brazen, Brave, Bold” by Shelby Rose

Submitted to Contest #135

It a gorgeous August night. The heat has been tamped down with a cool breeze reminding us all that fall is right around the corner waiting for us. Tonight, our small town celebrates the children and teachers gearing up for the start of the school year. I always thought of it as a funeral for the last day of summer. Charlie steps up to the mic under the gazebo at the center of town. Sticky sweat gathering on the back of his neck and running away from his hairline. He’s not a public speaker. He has never had the urge to be the one in the spotl...

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Author bio

I am writing to get better at writing. I am physically located in Texas, but mentally in the clouds. Mad Coffee drinker, forever learner, never the teacher.