Ben Shelley
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Someone who has no idea about where their place is in this world, yet for the love of content, must continue writing.
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Working Out of Hours
Working out of hours is something which I used to detest. Something that I swore I would never do when arriving at the workplace. It wasn't me. It was reserved for those workers' banking jobs in the city who had long since mortgaged their souls to get ahead in the world, but that was never to be me.
By Ben Shelley3 years ago in Humans
Email Marketing
Email marketing much like Google Adwords is not the easy route to success that it once was. In the past, it was as easy as purchasing lots of adverts or sending as many emails as possible. You would make sales, reaching thousands quickly and easily, with profits on the increase and everyone was happy. No one cared about the attrition rates.
By Ben Shelley4 years ago in Journal
Dad Challenge
I have never consciously met my biological father. To me, he is merely a sperm donor who came and went. A fly-by-the-night addition to my life that has impacted me as much as my change in pants every night. A man for which I have very little interest in getting to know as he never made an effort in my life.
By Ben Shelley4 years ago in Families
Losing Weight As An Adult
Losing weight when you reach your 30s is tough. Rather than being as easy as taking a few days off, you need to stop and make a plan. You need to admit that you have a problem and accept that you will not be able to change this overnight.
By Ben Shelley4 years ago in Longevity
Time to Remove the Webs From Your Life
As she ran along the path, she knew that it was hopeless, a fool’s errand but she had to try. Today was one of those rare days in which attendance was mandatory. If she left it to Sylvie then she may as well pack her bags and go home. This was life or death and she could not be late again.
By Ben Shelley4 years ago in Fiction
The Snuggled Dinosaur
Looking all around, all Johnny could see was destruction. Lives lost needlessly in the most painful of circumstances. Body parts littered what looked like every square inch of the courtyard, but why had he been spared? He was a lowly navigator with no real value to his name.
By Ben Shelley4 years ago in Fiction
