She grips onto the cold, steel bars Reaching for freedom tastes so bitter Like a cold winter sun that looks so warm and inviting It nips at your skin the minute you step outside She reaches for the bottom in a bottomless pit Too stubborn to give up Too frustrated to go on She knows…


They came pouring in to the medic tent one by one. Some badly wounded while others appear to be in a state of shock. The room spun like a never-ending merry go round, and all I could do was stand t… Source: Countless

What’s my name?

Shelly is derived from my middle name, Rachelle. Shelly means meadow on a ledge. I chose this as my publishing name, rather than my given name, because it helps me develop a new voice in my writing.