Shannon Hilson
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Pro copywriter chasing wonder, weirdness, and the stories that won’t leave me alone. Fiction, poetry, and reflections live here.
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Where Do You Go When the Story Doesn’t End?
Sometimes stories end because the book is actually finished. Others abruptly stop because the reader has fallen asleep. But sometimes the story keeps going simply because it's developed a mind of its own, leaving you to keep turning the pages without noticing.
By Shannon Hilsonabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
Burnt, Buried, and Banished. Content Warning.
Carice had no children as most people would define the word, but she considered herself a mother all the same. After all, it wasn’t her fault that Nathaniel hadn’t figured out he didn’t want to be a father after all until after they were married and he’d moved them both away to the top of this mountain.
By Shannon Hilson11 days ago in Fiction
Instructions for Returning to a Place That No Longer Exists. Runner-Up in Instructions Included Challenge.
I. Purpose of This Document These instructions exist because return has been explicitly requested. Please note that they are not an endorsement of the request, nor should their existence be interpreted as confirmation that return is advisable, safe, or even possible in any way commonly understood. This document addresses procedure only.
By Shannon Hilson21 days ago in Fiction
You Don’t Need a “New You” in the Dead of Winter
I’ve been fairly preoccupied with pressing personal matters this holiday season (plus a family emergency for extra fun), because the universe’s timing is perfect as always with this stuff. But from the looks of my social media feeds, society still woke up [on January 1st] and decided it’s time for everyone’s yearly dose of intensity porn.
By Shannon Hilson27 days ago in Motivation
Cold Air, Warm Fire, Repeat. Runner-Up in The Ritual of Winter Challenge.
Winter always has a way of sneaking up on me, expecting me to be ready and waiting for it. As if there will ever be a world in which I stretch, yawn, see my breath in the air first thing in the morning, and immediately think, “Yes, absolutely, let’s do months of this.”
By Shannon Hilson2 months ago in Humans
