Shannon E. Mack

Joined June 2025

12 stories

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Hello, friends and fellow writers! I am a 37-year-old writer diving in for the first time. Working on a literary fantasy romance novel and sharing poetry along the way.

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Roots
She grew up knowing what pain looked like. On the face of her mother, In the hands of her father. But she painted her nails the color of sunrise
By Shannon E. Mack7 months ago in Poets
The Edge of the Ocean. Content Warning.
When I finally woke, the world was still a blur. The sun was gone, offering some reprieve. The spinning had lessened slightly. I felt a little less disoriented, but still... disconnected.
By Shannon E. Mack8 months ago in Writers
The Breaking
A voice. From nowhere. From everywhere. “Let it burn now. The stage mask. The spiritual costume. The healer’s robes.
By Shannon E. Mack8 months ago in Poets
When Change Changes Sober. Content Warning.
You stumble into my room at three in the morning to tell me that you love me. But I hate you. Because your words are slurred, and your steps unsteady.
By Shannon E. Mack8 months ago in Poets
Love Contained
I see your face in my dreams. I am unafraid. Because I see softened pain, Love contained. I would place my hand upon your face
By Shannon E. Mack8 months ago in Poets
A Cadence of God. Content Warning.
Frozen. Drowning. Sinking. I couldn’t move from this place Below the sky. Before consciousness. The space between stars.
By Shannon E. Mack8 months ago in Poets
A Stage of My Own Making
From the ashes of my father, I rose. The world below me. The heavens above. I would not stand upon a stage Built by lesser men.
By Shannon E. Mack8 months ago in Poets
I Love You.
To Love Yourself, Truly. Everyone says love yourself. But what does that mean? Do I not already love myself? Do I not already have confidence?
By Shannon E. Mack8 months ago in Poets
The Light Within. The Light Without.
Morning crept in. Slow and silent. In my chest—the sun. Breaths calm. Eyes bright. I stepped into the light. Wrapped in linen and ache.
By Shannon E. Mack8 months ago in Poets
The Hands of Grief
Grief is like a hand clasped tightly around my heart— the pressure of sadness crushing me in its fist. I want to feel it fully, to let it pass through me.
By Shannon E. Mack8 months ago in Poets
My Truth
The truth about love is that it does not need to be earned. But it is also not owed to you. The only soul you’re required to love in this lifetime…
By Shannon E. Mack8 months ago in Poets
The Match. Content Warning.
In the black of night. I sat. An old, worn couch. The hum of a window unit. The chirping of crickets. It was cold. I was cold.
By Shannon E. Mack8 months ago in Poets

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Roots

The Edge of the Ocean. Content Warning.

The Breaking

When Change Changes Sober. Content Warning.

Love Contained

A Cadence of God. Content Warning.

A Stage of My Own Making

I Love You.

The Light Within. The Light Without.

The Hands of Grief

My Truth

The Match. Content Warning.

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