Shelby Larsen
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Spinner of Fractured Fairy Tales
Drawn to justice, buried truths, and the silence between the lines
Stories (66)
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A Friend for Winter
The cold darkness was overwhelming, but nothing could distract me from the constant jostling, rattling, and intermittent lurching. The dull hum was occasionally interrupted by a whoosh, a screech, a honk, and, on one occasion, even a crash. Focusing on the noise did little to divert my attention from my unbearable discomfort—folded tightly into a space no one should be forced to occupy.
By Shelby Larsen18 days ago in Fiction
The Color She Chose
By the time she finished mopping the main floor, Cindy’s back ached. She rubbed her sore hands together and paused. The white floors sparkled like never before, and the entire house was finally spotless. Her stepmother and stepsisters had been gone for two consecutive days, which meant she could actually clean without them walking through mud or spilling champagne everywhere.
By Shelby Larsen2 months ago in Fiction
Shouting into the Void
Let's cut to the chase: I feel defeated. I know writing is supposed to be something I do for me. I used to love it—the way words fit together, the way a story could take shape out of nothing. It brought me joy, and I believed in it. I believed I could create something that mattered, whether that meant making someone smile, making them think, or even just making them feel a little less alone.
By Shelby Larsen11 months ago in Psyche
