Paula Shablo

Joined January 2021

191 stories

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Daughter. Sister. Mother. Grandma. Author. Artist. Caregiver. Musician. Geek.

(Order fluctuates.)

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My Wild Backyard
Living in a small town near a river has what some of us feel are fringe benefits and what others feel is a pain in the butt. There are a lot of deer in town, and they are not afraid of us at all.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Earth
Infected
Mom had a hangnail once; it put her in the hospital. I know that sounds dumb, but it’s true. She kept pestering it, picking at it and chewing on it before she managed to pull it out of the skin, wounding the crease along her nail bed and cuticle. She rinsed it off and forgot about it.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Horror
If It’s Yellow
Oceans are fed by rivers. A river runs through the small town I grew up in. This river has taught me a lot down through the years.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Earth
Flash
The flash of green at sunset was a sight he had wished to view, but something told him that wasn’t just a flash on the horizon.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Humans
Our Hometown Go-To Eatery
I have lived in the small town of Green River, Wyoming off and on since 1966. The building where The Hitching Post Restaurant is now located has been there longer than that. I don't ever remember not seeing it as we drove into town from the east.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Feast
The Last Stop on the Line
Rebecca’s jaw was clenched in determined resolve. She moved among the others in the security team as they made their way to the subway platform.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Horror
The Last Train
Monitoring the city’s security grid, a shocked Megan blurted out, “What the--?” The co-workers on shift with her quickly adjusted their monitors to see what Megan was watching.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Horror
Walking Away
The photo she held in her hand spoke of simpler times, now long gone. “We took the park path often, moving through the grass and trees from the subway station to our home on the far side of the city park. The kids loved the walk, and they loved that I would let them lead the way, staying behind just enough so they could feel like ‘big kids’.”
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Horror
Back Off
I make my way through the crowd Trying to maintain that six feet of distance Turning my face away From the inconsiderate unmasked ones
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Poets
Everything We Knew
Ominous black clouds hovering over the city in early morning portended the day ahead. See how I used that word. “portended”? That word was on the vocabulary list this week. The last vocabulary list I will ever get, by the way.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Horror
The REAL Joy of No Bottles
About a month ago, I entered a challenge about online shopping--one that not only didn't win, but got only a few reads. You can find it here.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Lifehack
No Place For Children
Highbridge House loomed above me, and all my doubts about returning flooded me with fear. I had hated the house on first sight. I told Mum and Dad that it was a stupid place to bring Becca. It wasn’t a good idea to put such a headstrong and rambunctious little girl in a place that was so obviously full of dangerous temptations.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Horror