Shelley Carroll
Bio
Ms. Carroll is a 50-something year-old retired public servant and mother of three adult children. She and her partner Hal live in Amherst NS with a sweet, anxiety-ridden rescue dog. Shelley loves reading, running and red wine.
She/Her
Stories (84/0)
Word Hunt
Merrill MacIntyre sat at his kitchen table staring at his laptop screen. As he sat there surrounded by sports memorabilia, dirty dishes, and dehydrated plants, he tapped his left hand nervously on the pub-style table’s surface and absentmindedly clicked his mouse with the right. He may as well have been watching paint dry as it would have been just as productive.
By Shelley Carroll11 months ago in Fiction
I See You
You go about each day as you usually do, trying to maintain some level of normalcy, of routine. You likely haven’t slept much and although you are tired - physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually - you bolster yourself and aim to be productive as much for the sake of distraction as for the sake of structure. Who else will do this shit if you don’t, you reason.
By Shelley Carroll12 months ago in Humans
When Warren Met Gwen, part eight: the finale
“Ok, that’s it,” Gwen exclaimed vehemently as she hastily donned her sweatshirt and track pants. She grabbed her underwear from the foot of the bed and tossed them into her oversized purse. “That is beyond messed up and I am getting the hell out of here….” she continued as she exited the bedroom and made her way to the front door.
By Shelley Carrollabout a year ago in Fiction
When Warren Met Gwen, part seven
Gwen awoke the following morning in what was first perceived as a strange room. She was on top of the covers, fully clothed, and alone. With a touch of a headache and an incredibly full bladder, she was momentarily panic-stricken, wondering “Where the hell am I? What the hell happened?”
By Shelley Carrollabout a year ago in Fiction
When Warren Met Gwen, part six
Gwen pulled her Honda Civic into the driveway at Warren’s modest 2 bedroom bungalow. She took one last look in the rear view mirror and applied a coat of lip gloss, then grabbed hold of the two bottles of wine in the back seat. Not knowing his preference, although suspecting he preferred beer above all, she had purchased a bottle of red and a bottle of white, her humble offering to the meal.
By Shelley Carrollabout a year ago in Fiction
When Warren Met Gwen, part five
Conversation during the meal was light-hearted and convivial. They took turns talking about their respective lines of work: she discussed her position as a youth coordinator for the town and her penchant for freelance decorating and design; he expounded upon his role as shift supervisor at the paper plant and his keen interest in sports statistics and classic rock music. They posed one another specific questions related to their jobs and hobbies, hoping to keep the conversation flowing, knowing that deep down, people really don’t mind talking about themselves in very general terms.
By Shelley Carrollabout a year ago in Fiction