Hope Shelley

Joined June 2021

3 stories

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|22 years young| On a creative path, this is my outlet to create meaningful and compelling poetry and stories to share with you.

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Home is He.
My Love, Who is the music in my soul, my heart who he stole. The day to my night, home is a wonderful sight. And Home is he; my cup of coffee, my morning tea.
By Hope Shelley3 years ago in Poets
Dreaming of Golden Mist
"Lay, my sweet child, and take a deep breath. Breathe in, breathe out. No need to stress. Imagine a bright purple sky and the warm breeze on your skin.
By Hope Shelley5 years ago in Poets
Relic of a Terrible Time
"Stop!" I screamed as they held me and ripped the locket from my throat. "It's too powerful! You can't do this!" I flailed and thrashed as hard as I could, deperate to return my precious, heart shaped locket to my neck. That locket, that ever so tiny locket was the key to everything. Everything I worked so hard to protect, and just like that, it was gone.
By Hope Shelley5 years ago in Fiction