Shirley Belk
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Mother, Nana, Sister, Cousin, & Aunt who recently retired. RN (Nursing Instructor) who loves to write stories to heal herself and reflect on all the silver linings she has been blessed with :)
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A Look at Life. Top Story - July 2025.
Jesse's mom always knew he was odd. He was in fact, "different" from the other small children that gathered in the courtyard play area. That's why they shunned him. But it was strange to her that it never seemed to bother her little blond-headed boy. He was in a world of his own most of the time and probably hadn't noticed their mocking of him. They called him four eyes because of the thick glasses he wore with the head strap to keep them secure. But maybe he hadn't heard their nips because he wore hearing aids in both ears. Even Jesse's mother, Brittany thought he appeared more like a ninety-year old man than a a five year old.
By Shirley Belk8 months ago in Fiction
Modern Medicine or Mechanics
It's true that we are made of flesh and blood and thoughts and dreams and a host of all else imaginable. Yet, lately I have never felt more like a car. That's right! A mechanical contraption with varied parts of pumps and gears and belts, fluids here and there, and some spark plugs to crank the machine and keep it puttering along to where it needs to go. I lost a bit of the familiar humanness in the process of which I found myself in.
By Shirley Belk8 months ago in Wheel
Just Don't Kiss Me
"This time would be different," she promised herself. Even though all the other players would have their exact roles and all the scripts would remain the same, she wouldn't play the game as she had before. No, she would have a different strategy; one that would change the course of her future. She wouldn't blow this opportunity. It was her second chance. She knew the value of coming in with a different mind-set, a clearer vision, and she was determined to use logic and not "follow her heart" as her youthful impetuousness had demanded before. She would decisively think before acting with each move. Failure could not...must not be an option. Not again.
By Shirley Belk8 months ago in Fiction
Enough
For the unofficial challenge by L.C. Schäfer Michael sat on the floor with his hands on either side of his head, bewildered, his blonde hair hanging down, hiding his eyes. But if you could have seen his once sparkling eyes, you would now think only of the red/white/blue of an American flag. The tears still clung to his lashes and down his cheeks. He had been sobbing there for over an hour and now they just silently rose in his chest, causing him to hurt each time he took a breath without her in his world.
By Shirley Belk9 months ago in Fiction
"You". Top Story - June 2025.
Where are you? Do you hear me? Have you been watching me all these years? Do your stories include me? Do you look like me? What kind of personality do you have? Are you boisterous like our sister or reserved like our brother? Or are you somewhere in between those characteristics as I am? What are your passions? What were your dreams? Have you made them all come true?
By Shirley Belk9 months ago in Fiction
