Shelby Perry's Blog
December 17, 2020
I Saw A Crow
I saw a crow today
It turned
As if to say
The dead yearned
To see my face.
I asked the crow
I said,
"What do you know?"
The dead
Black feathers ruffled
The call
Giggled and bubbled
My blood
Ran in rivers cold.
It turned
As if to say
The dead yearned
To see my face.
I asked the crow
I said,
"What do you know?"
The dead
Black feathers ruffled
The call
Giggled and bubbled
My blood
Ran in rivers cold.
October 26, 2020
Patch Job
It's clear something is broken,
But it's buried too deep to be fixed.
And so it leaks into the Earth
And nothing feels right.
But it's buried too deep to be fixed.
And so it leaks into the Earth
And nothing feels right.
June 23, 2020
I Woke Up Today
I woke up today,
And looked around
To see everything
Burned to the ground.
And looked around
To see everything
Burned to the ground.
November 15, 2018
A Story About When I Met Stan Lee
In honor of his recent passing, I thought I'd give a record of when I met Stan Lee.
It was at Planet Comic Con May of 2016. The specific day was May 22.
I had gotten the announcement like everyone else, Stan Lee, the legendary Stan the Man, was going to attend Planet Comic Con and he would be doing autographs and a Q&A. Now, the timing of this was slightly unfortunate, as I was also attending San Diego Comic Con in July, and didn't have the extra money to go to the Q&A with a VIP ticket. However, I did have the money to get an autograph from him. Without a second thought, I bought a ticket. That was it. I was meeting Stan Lee.
I didn't hesitate at the chance, because I had a few things I wanted to say to him. Stan had gifted me a great many things and I wanted to tell him face to face thank you for it. The Avengers holds a very near and dear place in my heart and it was pivotal to my life and my career. This was an opportunity I wouldn't miss.
Every convention I go to I cosplay but on this particular convention, I was in a pinch because the costume I was making for SDCC was still in it's beginning fazes and I didn't want to go in my other costumes because it was unbearable hot and I didn't want to meet Stan in a pool of sweat. So I went with an airier, and more simple costume of the creepypasta Jeff the Killer. This is important to note because my entire face was completely hidden under prosthetics and makeup and my hair was teased on end. I don't think Stan would have recognized me on the street to save his life.
So I went about my day and waited. My timing is my everything and while I was willing to wait 2 hours to meet Stan, I didn't want to and knew I didn't have to. Towards the end of the day, I walked to his booth and there was barely a 10-15 minute wait to meet him (he had it set up in time chunks. So roughly about every 2 hours he would go to the booth and sign things. I think in between were Q&A sessions but don't quote me on that). In my bag was my book of inspiration, a notebook I had been given after graduating high school that I had turned into a beacon of creativity. Inside this book would go signatures from people that inspired me or influenced me in some way, and the outlines and ideas for my books.
I had it open to a blank page, all ready for Stan and a letter I had written to give to him. As I got closer to him, I gave the person my notebook for him to sign and showed him my ticket, and he saw my letter and asked if it was for Stan. I said yes and he said he'd put it with the others. There was a legitimate wheelbarrow behind Stan full of letters from fans. I never got a response (not surprising) but I do hope that before his passing he read it.
The nearer I got to him, the more I realized the weight of all he had given me. I had just graduated high school, a feat I wasn't' sure I was going to accomplish, had spent hours upon hours reading Marvel comics, even earned myself a nickname after a character, and here was the man that had created that. The one who gifted me all those years of enjoyment and fun, given me characters complex and hopeful, given the outcasts like me a world of comfort. He who constantly sung about the importance of entertainment, and who's creations flowed into almost everything I created. Who's characters had moved people to create, just as he had, copious amounts of fanfiction, drawings, costumes. This was the man.
And then it was my turn. And what I said will stay between Stan and I, but I will never forget it as long as I live. He only said one sentence to me, and it's a sentence that carried the world on it.
It was a brief meeting that left me in tears, but I got his signature and still hold it to this day. From the little interaction I had with Stan and just waiting in line, I could see that he was a genuinely good person with a mind soaked with creativity. He had a great sense of humor and the best kind of ego, answering a comment about how much someone loved his comics by responding, "Well you should. I wrote them!"
I left that convention a richer person. The memory is still bright in my mind. So when I received the news, everything kind of stopped for a second. This person who I had never known yet had influenced me greatly since childhood, practically my grandfather of creativity, was gone. And even now I get choked up thinking about it. I've cried for a couple days now. I didn't know him, but I was affected by him, and I like to think that maybe, just maybe, he remembers and even told people about the fan who looked absolutely wild and covered in makeup and fake blood. And maybe he laughed, maybe he smiled, maybe he cringed, but that he remembered what I said, and how much I meant it.
But I know that just because we can't see him, doesn't mean he isn't there, and knowing Stan, he's just waiting to make another cameo. He's just waiting for the opportune time to pass by us fans when we're least expecting it.
I'm glad he waited until the Avengers 4 to part, at least he got to see the pinnacle of his work and know that he created something revolutionary. I make it a motto to carry his values with me and remember all his lessons. But no matter what, I'm still going to bawl like a baby when I see those words at the end of that movie.
Until we meet again Stan,
Excelsior.
It was at Planet Comic Con May of 2016. The specific day was May 22.
I had gotten the announcement like everyone else, Stan Lee, the legendary Stan the Man, was going to attend Planet Comic Con and he would be doing autographs and a Q&A. Now, the timing of this was slightly unfortunate, as I was also attending San Diego Comic Con in July, and didn't have the extra money to go to the Q&A with a VIP ticket. However, I did have the money to get an autograph from him. Without a second thought, I bought a ticket. That was it. I was meeting Stan Lee.
I didn't hesitate at the chance, because I had a few things I wanted to say to him. Stan had gifted me a great many things and I wanted to tell him face to face thank you for it. The Avengers holds a very near and dear place in my heart and it was pivotal to my life and my career. This was an opportunity I wouldn't miss.
Every convention I go to I cosplay but on this particular convention, I was in a pinch because the costume I was making for SDCC was still in it's beginning fazes and I didn't want to go in my other costumes because it was unbearable hot and I didn't want to meet Stan in a pool of sweat. So I went with an airier, and more simple costume of the creepypasta Jeff the Killer. This is important to note because my entire face was completely hidden under prosthetics and makeup and my hair was teased on end. I don't think Stan would have recognized me on the street to save his life.
So I went about my day and waited. My timing is my everything and while I was willing to wait 2 hours to meet Stan, I didn't want to and knew I didn't have to. Towards the end of the day, I walked to his booth and there was barely a 10-15 minute wait to meet him (he had it set up in time chunks. So roughly about every 2 hours he would go to the booth and sign things. I think in between were Q&A sessions but don't quote me on that). In my bag was my book of inspiration, a notebook I had been given after graduating high school that I had turned into a beacon of creativity. Inside this book would go signatures from people that inspired me or influenced me in some way, and the outlines and ideas for my books.
I had it open to a blank page, all ready for Stan and a letter I had written to give to him. As I got closer to him, I gave the person my notebook for him to sign and showed him my ticket, and he saw my letter and asked if it was for Stan. I said yes and he said he'd put it with the others. There was a legitimate wheelbarrow behind Stan full of letters from fans. I never got a response (not surprising) but I do hope that before his passing he read it.
The nearer I got to him, the more I realized the weight of all he had given me. I had just graduated high school, a feat I wasn't' sure I was going to accomplish, had spent hours upon hours reading Marvel comics, even earned myself a nickname after a character, and here was the man that had created that. The one who gifted me all those years of enjoyment and fun, given me characters complex and hopeful, given the outcasts like me a world of comfort. He who constantly sung about the importance of entertainment, and who's creations flowed into almost everything I created. Who's characters had moved people to create, just as he had, copious amounts of fanfiction, drawings, costumes. This was the man.
And then it was my turn. And what I said will stay between Stan and I, but I will never forget it as long as I live. He only said one sentence to me, and it's a sentence that carried the world on it.
It was a brief meeting that left me in tears, but I got his signature and still hold it to this day. From the little interaction I had with Stan and just waiting in line, I could see that he was a genuinely good person with a mind soaked with creativity. He had a great sense of humor and the best kind of ego, answering a comment about how much someone loved his comics by responding, "Well you should. I wrote them!"
I left that convention a richer person. The memory is still bright in my mind. So when I received the news, everything kind of stopped for a second. This person who I had never known yet had influenced me greatly since childhood, practically my grandfather of creativity, was gone. And even now I get choked up thinking about it. I've cried for a couple days now. I didn't know him, but I was affected by him, and I like to think that maybe, just maybe, he remembers and even told people about the fan who looked absolutely wild and covered in makeup and fake blood. And maybe he laughed, maybe he smiled, maybe he cringed, but that he remembered what I said, and how much I meant it.
But I know that just because we can't see him, doesn't mean he isn't there, and knowing Stan, he's just waiting to make another cameo. He's just waiting for the opportune time to pass by us fans when we're least expecting it.
I'm glad he waited until the Avengers 4 to part, at least he got to see the pinnacle of his work and know that he created something revolutionary. I make it a motto to carry his values with me and remember all his lessons. But no matter what, I'm still going to bawl like a baby when I see those words at the end of that movie.
Until we meet again Stan,
Excelsior.
October 21, 2018
New Creation in the Making
That's right. There's a new creation in the making. A very different creation from the last one.
This one is far more up my alley, and it's horror themed. Kinda. Horror and Gothic themed, and that's really the only two words I can think of to currently describe it. I'm so excited to bring this to you guys, and I can't wait for you to see the finished project.
ASP 2 is currently on the back burner, as that's how these things go. It's not lost to time and most definitely not forgotten, it's just temporarily on the shelf while I formulate this next idea. And it has totally encircled my mind. I haven't been this passionate about a project since ASP really took off.
But I'm going to do things a bit different this time, and keep teasing this thing until it's ready for you to read. I don't anticipate it being a very long book, but it will be packed tight.
Also, I went to the MU Vs Memphis football game yesterday, was out from 8 until 7 that evening, and thought the sun would be too weak to burn me. I made a grievous error.
I now have tiger stripe burns all over my arms and face. Yup. On my face. Half of my face is tiger stripes. This is exactly why I never go out in the sunshine.
Also, ASP pins are still being designed and the contest is still going to happen. December is looking to be the new date.
Anyways, Wubba Lubba Dub Dub!
This one is far more up my alley, and it's horror themed. Kinda. Horror and Gothic themed, and that's really the only two words I can think of to currently describe it. I'm so excited to bring this to you guys, and I can't wait for you to see the finished project.
ASP 2 is currently on the back burner, as that's how these things go. It's not lost to time and most definitely not forgotten, it's just temporarily on the shelf while I formulate this next idea. And it has totally encircled my mind. I haven't been this passionate about a project since ASP really took off.
But I'm going to do things a bit different this time, and keep teasing this thing until it's ready for you to read. I don't anticipate it being a very long book, but it will be packed tight.
Also, I went to the MU Vs Memphis football game yesterday, was out from 8 until 7 that evening, and thought the sun would be too weak to burn me. I made a grievous error.
I now have tiger stripe burns all over my arms and face. Yup. On my face. Half of my face is tiger stripes. This is exactly why I never go out in the sunshine.
Also, ASP pins are still being designed and the contest is still going to happen. December is looking to be the new date.
Anyways, Wubba Lubba Dub Dub!
June 19, 2018
CONTEST
Hey guys.
Some exciting developments have happened, which has lead to, for the time being, the book isn't available on Amazon as of right now. It will be back online and the "Buy" button for this website will be back when it goes live again.
Now for the exciting news. I will be hosting a contest here in the next few weeks where a handful of lucky people will win a signed copy of A Sister's Promise.
Here are the rules:
1) Follow me on Twitter @ASPBookOfficial OR on Facebook @ASistersPromiseOfficial. You don't have to do both.
2) Message me why you want a copy of the book.
3) If you've read the book, tell me what your favorite part/line/character was. (P.S. You'll probably be more likely to win this way. Just saying.)
4) Await for the Gods of Odds to be in your favor and grant you a signed book!
As the contest gets closer I'll fill in more details.
Some exciting developments have happened, which has lead to, for the time being, the book isn't available on Amazon as of right now. It will be back online and the "Buy" button for this website will be back when it goes live again.
Now for the exciting news. I will be hosting a contest here in the next few weeks where a handful of lucky people will win a signed copy of A Sister's Promise.
Here are the rules:
1) Follow me on Twitter @ASPBookOfficial OR on Facebook @ASistersPromiseOfficial. You don't have to do both.
2) Message me why you want a copy of the book.
3) If you've read the book, tell me what your favorite part/line/character was. (P.S. You'll probably be more likely to win this way. Just saying.)
4) Await for the Gods of Odds to be in your favor and grant you a signed book!
As the contest gets closer I'll fill in more details.
May 28, 2018
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Weights
A little known fact about yours truly, I lift weights. I have for a little over 2 years consecutively now. Reasons and passion can be saved for a different post as I could talk about weights for hours, but they do play a part in my little tale.
I was at a new gym this evening and like most gyms nowadays, it had a row of TVs for guests to watch while running, rowing, cycling what have you. To get to the weights, you have to pass the TVs. While strolling from one side of the gym to the other, I happened to glance up and see an article on the news. As my eyes passed over it, the cogs started to whir and the next thing I knew a plot line was zapping through my brain in all of it's entirety. The best part is, for the first time ever, I actually have the time to sit down and write that plot line out if I am so inclined. And I have to admit I'm a little inclined. I simply wish I had been a little less sweaty when it happened.
Also, if you can tell me where I got my title from, then maybe I'll reward you with say, your name as a character in the next book?
Should I do readings from ASP on Youtube? * YayNay Submit
I was at a new gym this evening and like most gyms nowadays, it had a row of TVs for guests to watch while running, rowing, cycling what have you. To get to the weights, you have to pass the TVs. While strolling from one side of the gym to the other, I happened to glance up and see an article on the news. As my eyes passed over it, the cogs started to whir and the next thing I knew a plot line was zapping through my brain in all of it's entirety. The best part is, for the first time ever, I actually have the time to sit down and write that plot line out if I am so inclined. And I have to admit I'm a little inclined. I simply wish I had been a little less sweaty when it happened.
Also, if you can tell me where I got my title from, then maybe I'll reward you with say, your name as a character in the next book?
Should I do readings from ASP on Youtube? * YayNay Submit
May 1, 2018
The Next Book
For those of you interested, the second book in the Sister's Promise series has already been drafted out fully and production on it will begin this summer. Publication date is still very unknown but the title has been created. However, because I like to keep things secret, the title will not be released until later. Probably when the book is finished. Aren't I evil? For now, I can promise more lost treasures, more of your favorite characters with of course some new ones, and also new bad guys. Got any theories as to what I'm up to? I promise you will never guess. There are also several other books and short stories in the making, and they dabble in a very different genre. The closer I get to creating those the more I will release. Until then, keep reading and keep curious.
All my love~
All my love~
April 7, 2018
We're Doing It Live
The blog is finally live! For the most part. Kinks and things are still being worked out but it's up and working on the basics for now. There's a possibility a newsletter will be built. That's just a maybe for now. There are some updates for the Sister's series, but those will be added at a later time. For now, I leave you with a small question. * Indicates required field What would you name an owl? * What is your age? * Less than 1313-1819-2526-3536-50Over 50Prefer not to say Submit
