The Voice | A Short Story

There were few things as scary as hiding.  He’d never even liked the game as a much younger boy.  It was even less fun as a matter of life or death.

Who knew if the slightest misstep – common to all the dead people in horror movies – would be the one that gave you away?

He sat in the corner, behind the dilapidated sofa, hand over his mouth to muffle his breathing.  He counted to one hundred and then did it again…and again.

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How to Calm Anxiety, Deal with Stress and Save Your Sanity

A non-fiction article by Shayne McClendon.

It’s rare that outside stress (from sources not linked to family, friends, jobs, health, or finances) has affected me so strongly.

Right now, the general state of the world is giving me fits. I’m struggling to calm anxiety that every news cycle seems to ratchet up beyond bearing.

Recently, I mentioned that the political insanity alone would leave us all with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Every day is a little more sensational than the one before it and if you value your peace of mind at all, do not read the comment threads!

I started thinking severe anxiety caused by the news might not be so far-fetched.

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How To Attain Personal Freedom by Letting Things Go

A non-fiction article by Shayne McClendon

In my lifetime, I’ve had a diverse set of experiences but only recently have I begun to embrace the possibilities of personal freedom.

Freedom from those things that have always whispered in my subconscious. Freedom from the buried pain of my childhood and the (many) mistakes I’ve made as an adult woman. Freedom not from others or the wrong paths I’ve sometimes traveled, but from my own internal interpretation and reactions to those people and situations.

No one reaches middle-age without a mixture of beauty, heartache, self-doubt, and grief.

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Running | A Short Story

running-graphic-shayne-mcclendonWhen I was a little girl, I imagined that many of the people in books were real.

Lizzy Bennett and Jane Eyre, Bilbo and Gandalf, Atticus Finch, and Oliver Twist.  Many, many who stuck with me.

They were my heroes, the people that fought evil and won, who never gave up and never surrendered…who eventually won out over violence and ignorance and inequality.

Then I turned twelve and came to learn that, while there are good people who fight the good fight loudly and boldly, there is also true evil.

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