Angel Whelan
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Angel Whelan writes the kind of stories that once had her checking her closet each night, afraid to switch off the light.
Finalist in the Vocal Plus and Return of The Night Owl challenges.
Stories (109)
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The Hanging Gardens of Babylon
The very first day in Philadelphia I became friends with the local kids. They all naturally congregate around our porch because we are in the middle of the block and have a double set of stairs with our next-door neighbors. It was so nice to receive their warm welcome, and I quickly became very fond of my 'porch kids'. I quickly realized it wasn't always very safe to live in our neighborhood, as we often heard gunshots nearby and all the kids would freeze, head on one side, waiting to find out if it was gunfire or fireworks. It is sad that they became such audial experts. I bought a big, child-friendly dog who they could all cuddle when they were scared or sad. Great Pyrenees are excellent with children, and very protective. Kiyoko loved nothing more than being cuddled, but barked to scare away any unknown adults who came near her children.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Families
Snippets of love
I had been sewing for a few years when I saw beautiful quilts on display at the local fabric store. I was in awe - how amazing that someone could attach tiny pieces of fabric together and create art from nothing! I decided I needed to make my first quilt.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Geeks
The friends I made during Covid
Like everyone else, when Covid hit I was unprepared for just how lonely it would be having to stay away from loved ones and friends. I needed a hobby to give me a reason to get out of bed in the morning. If you can’t meet new people – why not make them?
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Journal
Sewing – My Journey to Confidence and Creativity.
My sewing journey began 10 years before I ever picked up a needle and thread. We were planning our wedding, and I came across an incredible gentleman’s velvet frock coat on Ebay. It was love at first sight, and I nervously placed my bid at what seemed to me to be a ridiculously high amount - $1,111.11. To my joy and horror, I won for exactly that price. Eek!
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Lifehack
The Exorcist Baby
Every new parent thinks their baby is the cutest thing in the world. We are blinded by hormones and love to the fact that our firstborn is a wrinkly, tomato-faced gremlin. Those first few days we are completely awe-struck, tentatively holding them as if they might shatter in our hands.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Families
The Plight of the Hawthorne
I saw it first. A ship on the distant horizon, barely more than a smudge against the merging blues of sky and sea. “Ma! Ma! It’s here! Pa’s ship is here!” I hollered as I ran down from the clifftops towards the town. I was panting by the time I reached the small main street, with its cobbled road leading towards the market square and beyond that the harbor.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Horror
Bold As Brass
It was 3am, and the air was hot and heady with the scent of the coming storm. The highway stretched monotonously into the distance, the moon my only driving companion now while my family slept. I thought maybe I could keep going without a break, make it to my In-Laws before dawn. My eyes grew heavy, the road blurring slightly as I tried to stay alert. I don’t know what made me choose that exit, but without even realizing it I was indicating and heading for the nearest gas station, the word ‘coffee’ flashing in my mind like a beacon. So strange; I rarely touched the stuff and especially never at night, yet here I was suddenly craving that caustic, bitter kick of caffeine.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Petlife
Marakesh
Tucked away down a narrow side alley just off the bustling South Street, Marakesh has an unassuming front entrance. You have to knock on the heavy oak door for admission, and it feels like you are entering your own personal Narnia as you pass through the heavy drapes and enter the restaurant.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Feast
