Shell Harrell

Joined January 2022

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Home Sweet Home
“Is that finally the last one?” Aaron asks from behind his fortress of boxes. I set the last box from the truck atop his old writing desk.
By Shell Harrell4 years ago in Fiction
Loneliest Teddy
I remember the good days. Of long hugs, snuggles, tea parties. Oh the tea parties. Even with everyone gathered, she always gave me the seat of honor. Oh. The good days.
By Shell Harrell4 years ago in Fiction
Freedom
They never told me where I came from. They never told me how I got there. They never told me about my past. They never told me anything. I was lost in a sea of lies and untold truths. I was in my twenties with no idea who I was.
By Shell Harrell4 years ago in Fiction
My Night Owl
Night Owl Most nights I could feel her out there. When the insomnia was real bad, I’d just sit in that worn chair by the window. Watching. Waiting. Trying to catch a glimpse of her. I rarely saw anything more than her eyes reflecting the stars and moon. Sometimes, I’d here a flutter of wings and know she was out there. In the darkness that existed in my past, she had been the one thing that kept me alive.
By Shell Harrell4 years ago in Fiction