Shelby R Perez
Bio
I am a college student and lover/writer of fiction and poetry, especially Fairytails and mythology. I am working to become a published author, using my love for myths and legends to reintroduce gods, spirits, demons and heroes.
Stories (20)
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Through Briar Thorns
I looked at the card in my hand and new this may be my worst journey, yet. Still, I placed the card on the floor and gathered up my satchel, hoping I had the provisions to get me through this. The rest of the deck sat neatly in two piles. The cards I had already traveled through and the cards I still have to face. This was a challenge card and one of the more difficult ones.
By Shelby R Perez3 years ago in Art
Fairytale Start
Once, in a cottage far from anywhere, a woman with emerald eyes gave birth to twins. The first born, a boy, had skin as white as a shining star. A true beauty. The second was something else entirely. This child was a female. Her complexion as fair as her brother's, however, it was not skin but tufted fuzz, and a lion tail.
By Shelby R Perez3 years ago in Fiction
The Nykkjen
All appears well on the lake. The sun is almost completely hidden by the mountains, leaving multitudes of green, pink, and gold lights close behind. Already, the stars appear in the dark blue and black canvas. As beautiful as the lake was in the day, and full of life and fun, all was magnificent with the night all around, croaking frogs on lily pads, fish swimming and resting peacefully, dragonflies and fireflies streaking through the dark, bringing more beauty to the scene, and other night creatures stopped by to drink from the cool water. But out of all the sights and sounds of the lake, the most beautiful, most painful, and the most unfathomable, was the echoing twine of a fiddle.
By Shelby R Perez3 years ago in Fiction
A Meeting in the Streets
Lindsey was not an easily distracted person. Even as a child she was always focused in school and at home. The few times her mind would wonder to something else it would not be for long and she would quickly resume her focus. Today, however, rather than focusing on getting to her class and preparing for assignments, Lindsey Luna Politis was fixated on the sound of a reed pipe. The song was so sad as it flowed through the air, like leaves in autumn.
By Shelby R Perez3 years ago in Fiction
