Shayley Blair
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Experimental, channeling, short stories, personal essays, feature articles and poetry!
Stories (9)
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Forest of Musical Owls
A raspy spluttering emits from a young child's lips, floating air in random waves lap the flute’s mouthpiece – tide motions slowly inwards, determinedly crashing back outwards. The determined silvery sonic hiss interrupts the space usually reserved for intermittent tired old routine dinner chatter, and filtered background sounds through the living room television.
By Shayley Blair4 years ago in Fiction
Witness Etiquette
“And I’ll have a Bloody Mary jug too, thanks.” Demi gulps the spicy elixir, trying to lose thought altogether. Sucking on the celery swizzle stick, her stomach, still tickled with gurgling stirring emotion, is refusing her breakfast special. Moving onto the next bar on this inner-city funfair row, is just logical.
By Shayley Blair4 years ago in Fiction
The Oracle of Orbville
Lazer Rayz paints away his pain. Intensely and athletically attacking the wall in a meditative dance, the light-ray painter of Orbville, known well as Rayz, renders a scene of manicured rose gardens framing a cemetery. Always meticulous in detail, he usually busts out layered aerosol art as a daily duty; depicting family scenes of comfort, of rewards for obedience and adherence to rules. This day is a deviation from his employment by the Orbville village authorities - of serving to remind the community of their humble obligations to logical order. As a special dedication to his mother to mark the beginning of his journey as an orphan, Rayz is spraying a memorial mural of her grave site, which lays in another village that she was herself raised in, worlds away from Orbville.
By Shayley Blair4 years ago in Fiction
The Oracle of Orbville
Lazer Rayz paints away his pain. Intensely and athletically attacking the wall in a meditative dance, the light-ray painter of Orbville, known well as Rayz, renders a scene of manicured rose gardens framing a cemetery. Always meticulous in detail, he usually busts out layered aerosol art as a daily duty; depicting family scenes of comfort, of rewards for obedience and adherence to rules. This day is a deviation from his employment by the Orbville village authorities - of serving to remind the community of their humble obligations to logical order. As a special dedication to his mother to mark the beginning of his journey as an orphan, Rayz is spraying a memorial mural of her grave site, which lays in another village that she was herself raised in, worlds away from Orbville.
By Shayley Blair4 years ago in Fiction
Holographic Memories of the Heart
Cinta’s memory flexes backwards, landing at 8 years. She is perusing adult insights on anything televised through her mother’s news story translations in trending child-level terminology. “But Mama, what will happen if they don’t just kill those bad men?” she asks of a report of violent criminals being imprisoned, like in ancient times.
By Shayley Blair5 years ago in Fiction
Merlot is a girls best friend!
It wasn’t a date. At least not to Gaylor. But so it seemed to be imagined by a burly bear-like creature blocking her crossing of borders from one side of town, to another. An unavoidable falling domino on a dark trail through undetected pungency of a packs' marked stamping ground.
By Shayley Blair5 years ago in Criminal
