Sharna Halliwell
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Ocean's Edge Aquarium
The metal door groaned as it opened. My Master entered the room behind the thick glass that separated us. I swam towards him and pressed my hand parallel against his. My usual platter of fresh meat dropped into the water from above. Luckily the food was no longer a fight; since my brothers and sisters had been relocated. I swam gracefully toward a chunk of flesh and sank my teeth into it. This batch tasted different. It left a strong metallic taste in my mouth. A smile grew across my Master's narrow face as he peered down at his clipboard, checking off a list and jotting down some notes. Master told me it was almost time for me to be reunited with my siblings and that they were waiting for me. He said to me through his study that I would change the world. I soon finished my meal, and Master gave me his routine nod before leaving.
By Sharna Halliwellabout a year ago in Fiction
The Timeless Train
I gasped for air as my body jolted upright. My eyes squinted from the harsh brightness that flickered rhythmically from the scenery outside. I balanced against the unstable motion to prop myself up between two seats off the cold aisle floor. I glared around the empty carriage, not a passenger to be seen. I was alone. I stumbled toward the corridor connection when I noticed my childhood teddy on one of the seats. A smile fought through my confusion; I hadn't seen Quincey in years. I embraced his rough fur and continued through the gangway connection.
By Sharna Halliwell2 years ago in Fiction
An Angel, Mother & Muse
This is my open letter to the three people in my life who have helped shape me into the person I am today. Dear Nan, Thank you for adopting my mother. You always put everyone else's needs before your own, and I feel blessed that I was raised by you. I have so many wonderful childhood memories, and I'll never forget all you have done for me. You were so graceful and selfless; you were the picture-perfect role model of a loving, caring mother. Because of you, I can pass on your admirable traits to my own children. You always managed to show unwavering kindness to the world around you. Even though you're no longer here, you will always live on through the beautiful qualities you gave to me. Every time I aspire to be better, I ask myself, what you would have done. I hope you're proud of me; I miss you so much!
By Sharna Halliwell2 years ago in Humans
Cursed Existence
An eerie apparition crept into my peripheral vision. My rigid shoulders settled with dread. I forced my back against the bed head, wielding my weighted blanket for protection. The darkness from outside seeped into my room through the sheer curtains. Without the usual sound of my parents arguing, the silence deafened me. I should've gone to that stupid family dinner.
By Sharna Halliwell2 years ago in Fiction