Shelley Ann Vrgleski

Settle in. Sip something warm. The story's just waking up.

Shelley Ann Vrgleski
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    • Interludes
    • Poetry & Reflections
    • Life Series Poetry
  • Fable,  My Writing,  Short Stories

    The Tale of the Snaggleflump – Chapter 3: The Shadowless Trees

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    Continuing The tale of the Snaggleflump: Clara and the Snaggleflump encounter Elder Voryn in the eerie Shadowless Forest, solve his riddle, and learn they must restore the stolen Heart of the Forest to heal its fading magic.

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  • Fable,  My Writing,  Short Stories

    The Tale of the Snaggleflump – Chapter 2: The Whispering Stones

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    Continuing The tale of the Snaggleflump: Clara’s curiosity leads her to touch ancient, glowing stones, transporting her and the Snaggleflump to an eerie, timeless forest where secrets and dangers linger.

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  • Fable,  My Writing,  Short Stories

    The Tale of the Snaggleflump – Chapter 1: A New Friendship

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    The tale of the Snaggleflump: a creature born from forest dreams, with jingling bells, floppy leaf-ears, and a red button nose. Follow its magical journey with a young girl named Clara as they embark on a journey to restore balance to an ancient enchanted forest.

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  • Home Featured,  My Writing,  Narrative,  Short Stories

    Shadow of Tomorrow

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    Shadow of Tomorrow is a rhyming narrative poem set in a futuristic city where AI governs daily life. With a blend of vivid imagery and structured stanzas, the poem tells the story of a society disrupted by a cunning, adaptive virus.

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  • Free Verse,  Home Featured,  My Writing,  Poetry,  Short Stories

    The Drifter

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    Revenge doesn’t pay. Not even in the wild west. My intention was to write a sliver of life from the wild west, focusing on setting the mood and attitudes through descriptors and limited speech, and reflecting that period of time. This is a minimalistic approach to poetic story-telling. Similar to the method in which I wrote Revelations and Still, The Waters Call. 1: The Stage The day stretched as long as a hangman’s noose     stifling in its sincerity as a spring dayLazy day shadows crept ever deeper A slow, melodic picking of a guitar set the toneWeather-worn fingers strum across a gut string tunerLeathered face under the wide brim…

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WRITER & STORYTELLER

Exploring the art of writing through stories, reflections, and the occasional poem — all from the ever-shifting edge between imagination and reality.

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