Shannon Manning
Bio
I am a literary advocate. I never really honed in on my writing until this pandemic. I believe the best writing can come from times of trial.
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The perfect person
I can control anything, but my emotions. That is how I will start my speech. But before I can write, I must sleep. For a girl of seventeen years old, I seem to have life down packed. Good grades- check! Good Family- Check! And a Fairly decent part time job- check! I was on track to having a great career and going to a great school. The only thing wrong in my life was you. I had never known love or made time for. I was so self-absorbed in my own success that when you came I lost all control. Emotions overtook me and I felt trapped in someone else’s body. I was a puppet with someone else pulling the strings. And this all started, the summer of 2014.
By Shannon Manning4 years ago in Fiction
Petals of Marigold
I walk the same route to work everyday. I can’t take any surprises, turn any new corners, or see any new sights, because the one thing I hate the most is flashbacks. MAN, do I hate flashbacks; when the mind takes you back based on a certain smell, location, or even feeling. For a lonely woman, flashbacks give you another reason to cry, because once you leave your imaginary world, you are yet again, alone. Today, however, the soft gentle breeze put my mind at ease only for a moment in time, as I see yellow petals beside my feet. Why did those yellow pedals have to land there? Now, my thoughts become like a train going full speed and my mind flashes to life, in elementary:
By Shannon Manning4 years ago in Fiction
The People-Pleasing Peace
She hides her pain, so her world can’t see, all she longs for, is just to be free. She groans and aches at the world’s scene, falsely giving the appearance of being mean, but in reality, that is something she wouldn't’ even dream. She wears a mask not for a disease, fully vaccinated, but infected with inferiority. Yet when she is alone, she finds her release. On the page, she can yell, dance, and scream-Poetry gives this beautiful butterfly her wings, and as she flaps away her anonymity, it is revealed she is me.
By Shannon Manning4 years ago in Poets
