Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Farewell: A Pathway To New Worlds
They had been on the run again for days and lost and alone in the wilderness for the last 3 years. From the moment she felt the baby moving inside her womb, she knew home could no longer be her home. It hadn’t actually been her home since the fateful day she met Somerset.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Fiction
When Stunted Hands, Earn A Place With Man - By Mere Monstrosity
The ground had become a cold, dark shell, sick and broken. A barren wasteland compared to the green lushness her ancestors spoke of. Tory, however had never known anything else, damp, dark and dying. She found herself somewhere between Heaven and hell, lost. Everyone she loved, passed, nothing but rotting flesh and memories Memories of her mother. Abandoned by the few who remained. Caretakers really, holding on to her for the few possessions she inherited. And they stripped her of everything, at least that is what they thought, and then left her for the hidden things. The rumors of the reunion of spirits, that once encouraged survival, had now become the angst of her existence. The only one concerned of her whereabouts, was a creature created to protect the secret she held the key to.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Fiction
The Sweet, Tiny Pieces Of You
It's hard to describe the emotion, when that small box arrives at your door. It's not the first time a special delivery, has brought lovely things, like before. * But, this one today, stopped me in my tracks, I thought I'd moved past, just a little. It put me right back on the floor, to my knees, leaving my heart and soul, broken and brittle.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
The Secret Of Life Is Enjoying The Passage Of Time
Staring at the hourglass, watching the sand escape and fall. There is a strange sense of acceptance, having no control at all. In the passage of the time or the changes that it brings. A willing, action-less participant, creates a pathway, just for me.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
