Category: Anna Shelley Writing

“I saw the town clock ticking again,” she said, walking towards me. My heart felt hollow. “What do you think … Continue ReadingThe Rewrite

She sunk back into the sand with closed eyes, noticing the sensation of the sun’s warmth on her eyelids, watching … Continue ReadingThe Wolf In The Forest

And then she sat down and wept.And criedAnd spilledAnd overflowedAll the things she could not. And then she sighed.And looked … Continue ReadingPresence, Essence, Luminescence