Paula Shablo

Joined January 2021

191 stories

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

(Order fluctuates.)

Follow my blog at http://paulashablo.com

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The Guardian Grandmother
This story is a continuation of The Dragon of the Valley. It is, first and foremost, worthy of note that having a dragon be your grandmother is amazing.
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Fiction
Game Gone Wrong
This is a Halloween collaboration series created by our group, Saloon For Writers. Before continuing, be sure to read the first chapter of this collaboration, written by Angela Derscha:
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Fiction
It's What Time, Again?
I wandered through the house at 4:30 this morning, checking locks, watching the rain, listening to Mom breathe. This isn't at all an unusual occurance. In fact, it is so much my "normal" that it's kind of boring.
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Beat
Happy Birthday, Daddy
Mom celebrated her 85th birthday on August 20th. Dad didn't quite make it to his. He'd been looking forward to 85. He talked about it a lot.
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Families
On Subject
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Are you being witty, Professor? Witty? I think not. No one could attest to the serious nature of my comment better than Subject 23. I assume she’s the reason I’ve been called before the Directive.
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Fiction
Back in the Cupboard
There's something about a small space That always makes me feel secure Nothing coming in or going out Only room for me That may be why I spent so much of my time
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Poets
Tickets, Please
The sounds of a train in motion were hauntingly familiar. The clack-clack-clackity-clack of metal wheels on metal tracks, the clanging of bells, the mournful wail of the whistle all penetrated the depths of his sleeping brain, calling to mind his boyhood home across the street from the train depot.
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Fiction
The Fear in Joy
We march through the streets dressed in rainbows and smiles Dancing and waving at cheering crowds But even as I wave, I can see them—
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Poets
Rainy Days for My Sunshine
I am not crazy about conflict. In fact, there's nothing I hope to avoid more. I want everyone to just get along. Having said that, I have to add that I am not a Pollyanna type--but I long to be. I want to be that person with the perpetually sunny outlook on life. Unfortunately, that is not the world I live in.
By Paula Shablo3 years ago in Families
Not The Same Con Without Kids
The photo above was supposed to include two of my grandchildren. The fact that it didn't turn out that way is my lament--geeky conventions are not the same for me without kids!
By Paula Shablo4 years ago in Geeks
Yes, It's His Real Name
One cannot review a book by Randy Rainbow and fail to include the music that made his name famous among an ever-increasing fandom on YouTube. That would just be...crazy.
By Paula Shablo4 years ago in Pride
Growing the Girls. Top Story - June 2022.
I recently read a story by Suzanne V. Tanner, calling for "Breast Building Stories" for a possible e-book. Suzanne's story is like those of many of the girls I grew up with. They just couldn't wait to have breasts and be all grown up.
By Paula Shablo4 years ago in Viva