Shannon Moore
Bio
Former single mom of three, current grandmother of five, AF Veteran and retired professional. With a vivid imagination and many adventures to draw upon, writing is my creative outlet and in some instances, has saved my life.
Stories (3)
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Wish Right! Dream Bright!
Time has a way of creeping up on us. One day you are playing with your trucks and dolls, enjoying a mud pie or hiding from the thrill of doorbell ditch. You’re riding your bicycle down the street with your friends, playing kick-the-can or enjoying a game of basketball at the neighborhood court. You grumble home because it’s getting dark; you dream of a life with no rules. All the while, you wish that you were all grown up. And suddenly, YOU ARE.
By Shannon Moore3 years ago in Families
Marla
She had been in a deep slumber. Dreaming, one would suppose. Surrounded by fluffy white clouds, birds singing all around and beautiful purple flowers as far as the eye could see. She could feel the warmth of the sun caressing her cheeks as she lifted her face toward the sky. She felt peace. Nothing but peace. But this serene vision would soon fade against the faint sound of a whistle. She tried pushing the sound away; she tried to get back to the tranquility of her dream, but the whistle grew louder and louder. Soon her senses were engulfed by a strong musty odor; the type of odor one might encounter in a dark, damp cellar. She curled her nostrils realizing she was no longer frolicking in a field of flowers. As her heavy lids lifted, her surroundings were one big blur. But as her eyes opened wider and the objects around her came into focus, she feared it was her mind that was a blur and not her eyes. What was she seeing? Was this another dream?
By Shannon Moore3 years ago in Fiction
Candle In The Window
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. According to age old traditions, this was often used as a sign to "welcome" visitors. You see, many years ago, when houses were built a long distance from one another, a candle was lit in the window to let weary travelers know it was a safe place to seek refuge ... or was it?
By Shannon Moore4 years ago in Fiction
