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Friday, May 20, 2016

Sharing Her Story by Carol Cassada

Greetings Readers, Writers and Precious Patrons! In case you were unaware, May is National Short Story Month. As part of this month, representatives from the All Authors Publishing House will be stopping by to share snippets of their short stories.

Today Carol Cassada stops by to share an excerpt from a story she’s been writing called Sharing Her Story. Carol plans to submit the story to an upcoming anthology about the effects of bullying.

About the Author:

Carol Cassada is an author who hails from the small town of Ringgold, VA.

From a very early age she loved to read, but it wasn't until high school when she started writing. Thanks to a creative writing class, she fell in love with writing and knew it was her calling. After graduating from college, she began working on her first book, Going Home Again.

Since then, she’s released 6 more books, all part of the Westmore series. She’s currently working on volume 7 in the series and plans to write a sequel to Going Home Again. Aside from that, she’s also writing a few short stories and has many more book ideas in the works.

You can learn more about Carol's work on the following sites: 


Closing her eyes, she recalled that dark time in high school. An image of fourteen year-old Chelsea appeared, brown hair in a ponytail, freckles dotted across cheeks, and braces covering pearly whites. Back then she was a bit of a geek, loved to read, enjoyed history class, and made A’s and B’s. While she was proud of the accomplishments, it’s also what earned the wrath of the other kids.

At first, it started off with name calling, then gradually it turned into physical violence. A couple of girls corner her in the bathroom, push her against the wall, and dump the contents of her backpack.

Chelsea didn’t say a word to her parents or anyone for fear of causing trouble. Instead, she made excuses for the injuries and continued to act like nothing was wrong, hoping the bullying would eventually stop.

However, it just got worse.

Trying to remain strong was hard, the pain inside was deep. School used to be a place she loved; now it was full of dread. At times, all she wanted was to stay home and be alone.