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Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman
Bio
Published Writer and Artist. Singer/Actress. College grad.
I don't use Spellcheck or Grammerly and my laptop has sticky keys so there will be typos. Sorry.
Stories (148/0)
Internet Romance
You're probably going to think this article is silly. That I'm just a "stupid" girl who fell for an obvious trick. Perhaps there is some truth in that dismissive and insensitive statement, but it is more true to me that there is a question of more importance that is at hand at this time. What is the internet really good for? What was it really designed for? Did it help humanity become better people? Did it help us with socialization or progress? Or did it just make our conditions worse and increase the risk of crime and apathy? Should it be used solely for entertainment purposes or was there any chance of using it to level the inequities that the economy or elitists are always so clever at keeping up like indestructable towers? I do not have the answers, so I will simply share my personal story about how the internet can break your heart.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman9 months ago in 01
The Existential Woman (p34)
It took about an hour for Shanna to set up her tents. She had two, one for sleeping and one for lounging. The sleeping tent was meant to be a storage tent. It stood taller than her, which she liked for standing up in, and it was arched on the top. To put that tent together and up it takes a lot of patience. She put it up slowly and carefully, drinking as much water as she could in the heat to keep her cool and focused.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman10 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman (p15)
It was Monday again and Shanna knew that her Mondays were usually about getting tasks done. Although Norman had washed a load of laundry last night, he didn't put the clothes away. She stripped the beds and began the loads of linens. The light in the bedroom kept flickering out and it was annoying because Shanna couldn't clean the room in the dark.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman (page 14)
Saturday was a long day for Shanna, yet by Sunday she could hardly remember what happened. She had said several prayers for her son. She had written some poetry and read some poetry. She had eaten and bathed. She had taken a nap. She had sat in the backyard and looked the wild weeds growing. She had picked up some donation food for the cubboard. She had begun watching a new show on Netflix. She had perused through a magazine. She had folded some clothes and hung some of Norman's clothes. Besides that, the day was long and forgettable. Mostly she just remembered thinking about Maui's fire and devastation. All those people now homeless. She knew exactly how they felt. It had happened to her too many times. She spent at least a few hours each day thinking about a way to create a lifestyle that was homeless-proof, but she still hadn't come up with it. She would watch the birds a lot. How they would build a nest,but not stay there long. That had to be the way. Just keep flying. Let the air be home. Let any tree be home.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman (page 13)
The author of Shanna's life was interrupted. Chapter 13 in the series could not be told. Perhaps it was a punishment because the Author wanted to make a living out of writing. Perhaps it was some plague against Freedom of Speech. Chapter 13 was rejected.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman (page 12)
Although she was nervous and worried, Shanna was able to get to sleep. She awoke on Friday morning around 7ish. Her normal routine in play: coffee, computer, tasks. A basket of dried laundry was set on the coffee table. The beds were still unmade. The floor and litter box were clean enough. She needed to go get another pack of cigarettes and check her bank balance. She was worried about her son and about her money situation. Stress. "Retirement is not all it's cracked up to be," she grumbled.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
Big Rat's Review on Scammers
How many companies have scammed me in the past few years? Let me count...um.... Nevermind, let me just start dropping names like they're hot. Here is my big list of Scammer Companies for all those people who are naive like me and will get taken advantage of unless someone like me who has already been duped gives you a FAIR warning.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Trader
The Existential Woman page 11
The bar scene got boring quick. Shanna sang one song - "Stop draggin my heart around" and she felt satisfied with her performance. She enjoyed a few of the other singers songs, but after drinking half of her coke and smoking several cigarettes outside, she wanted to leave. Maybe she should have become a professional musician, she thought as she walked back to her van. This way she could be on stage the whole time and not get that weird feeling of awkwardness that she felt as a patron. Just sitting there alone felt awful, especially when she could hear others in groups conversing or laughing together.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 10
"Try!" Shanna heard a voice in her head. It kept repeating that one word. Most of her Wednesday had been spent on the same old typical daily tasks that she had grown comfortable with. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Nothing especially impressive or remarkable. She had put on an old movie. One that she had watched several times already. She just couldn't get bored with that one. It was so well done. It was like listening to one of her favorite songs. "Try!" the voice demanded again. She took a deep breath and got out of the big leather chair on wheels in front of the big wooden desk.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 9
The air conditioners were on all day in the condo. Usually, the small bedroom was ice cold from the unit running in the bedroom window, but the past few days Shanna noticed that the room wasn't at the usual coldness. The living room unit was still keeping that room very cold. So cold that she wore a sweater when she was inside. The outside was totally opposite. The temperature outside was in the high 90s on most summer days, and Shanna was miserable in that heat. She couldn't breath well, she hated sweating, and she didn't like stripping her clothing off because her soft fat was exposed to the skinny minded world's criticisms. Any summer in Florida, was just a hybernation period. A long six month stretch beginning in April and finally ending at the end of September. A miserable long stretch of unbearable heat and tolerating annoying body shaming criticisms. Shanna couldn't even find an affordable bathing suit she liked. The current prices for nice bathing suits were up to $50. She just counted the days until October. Once October arrived, the quality of her life would begin to improve. She knew that many people in the North felt this way about Winter. They thought that Florida was so perfect. They hated the long six month stretch of cold weather forcing them to wear coats and hats and scarves and gloves --- Forcing them to scrape ice off of their car windsheilds --- Forcing them to hybernate inside where it was warm and safe from icy accidents. She knew how many thought. "The grass is always greener..." she whispered to herself, "But one day, I'm going to be a Snow Bird. I'm going to live in the South from October to April, and in the North from May to September. Then I will have the best of both worlds. One day it will happen. Some day. Some day."
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 8
Wednesday morning, Shanna woke up before Norman. She got a cup of coffee, cold and stale, leftover in the pot from yesterday. Sugar and milk was not enough to make it taste good. She smoked a cigarette. She heard Norman get out of bed and go to the bathroom. She laughed about his incredibly long pissing. She began complaining about her life, wondering what his reaction would be. He seemed to have heard everything she said, but as usual, he didn't say much. When he attempted to say something, she'd cut him off with a repetitive line, in a chiding, mocking manner. He finally brought his voice up to the loudness of hers, and she backed off a bit. She slammed her palm angrily on his desk, pleading, "Why can't you just say that I'm right?"
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 7
When Shanna opened her eyes after a deep thorough sleep through the night, she was uncomfortably warm. She saw and heard that the air conditioning unit in the bedroom window was still on and blowing, yet she thought she might be sweating. She sat up and saw that two thick comforter blankets were on her twin bed in a messy pile. "I guess I should have made the beds yesterday," she murmured to herself. She looked around the room and saw Selia sitting on the top of her boombox which was set on the small wooden side table between her bed and Norman's bed. Norman was already up, gone. Shanna wondered what time it was.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman11 months ago in Fiction