Shayla Wright, Author at Xela Says Yay

Trading Tyrants

The crown was placed upon the new king as I held the old tyrant’s head in a bag. He turns…

After the Dragon Died

Slaying the dragon was supposed to be the end of it. It had been quite the feat. They raided the…

soft orange lights the base of the clouds at sunset with blue sky between.

Waffle Acquisition Program

Ti-80 pressed the numbers for breakfast. The white box whirred as the ingredients were put together. The door slid away…

Purple and blue serpentine dragon swirls on a background of stars

When to Track Down a Dragon

First, let’s clear the air. Dragons like to relax on Basking Day. April First is a breath of elemental change…

The Ants Come Marching

She led the rest of them to the machine: the machine full of bones, hollow as the one she stepped on, as hollow as the ensign’s corpse. Her nose itches.

Un mother monster of bones prawls through the trees

Euridicies My Sister

The thing that was not our mother seemed to widen. Her face remained the same, her legs thickened. As she stood from her chair her stomach seemed to suck into her spine.

Supernatural Romance; Ok I get it now.

I have always loved the lore and legends of the supernatural, as much as some gals love true crime. I am a mythology buff and will give a read to almost anything that captures that sense of wonder.

The too-wide waist of the sweater scraped the fuzzy arms as I walked past the information desk, past the movies, and up the stairs to the silence zone where biographies sleep, and encyclopedias prowl.