Zel Harrison
Bio
I travel with a nap sack on my back to gather stories and sit in the circle of humanity.
Stories (35/0)
What Martin Scorsese Taught Me Under The Table. Top Story - December 2021.
Did you really meet the famous director/producer Martin Scorsese under a table, people ask? I did, at the NATPE convention in Vegas, and years later, the story is as quirky and memorable in the way I met him and a facet of my authentic self.
By Zel Harrison3 years ago in Confessions
The Mermaid Who Met A Patch of Blue
The Crying Mermaid Who Met a Patch of Blue No Blue= No Green This series is a collaboration of ten writers. It will cover many aspects of the plastic pollution ocean problem. Thanks to Courtney Capone whose passion for thriving oceans brought us all together. Keep your eye out for part two, where Paula Shablo, @PaulaShablo will share a story about the effect on whales. This story is a fictionalized account of a true story happening just as we speak. The names of people and programs have been changed. It is based on a very real problem that is plaguing our planet.
By Zel Harrison3 years ago in Fiction
My Roots Are Deep
My Roots Are Deep My Roots in the Orchard (Forty-Eight hours before my flight) Some lives intersect at the same moment in time. I am drawing parallels in connection with the women and children I may find on my mission. My goal will be take them to host countries around the world to start a new life. I can only imagine their fear as they leave their families and their homeland. As I prepare to leave, I am experiencing my own story.
By Zel Harrison3 years ago in Fiction
My Roots Are Deep
(Forty-Eight hours before my flight) Some lives intersect at the same moment in time. I am drawing parallels in connection with the woman and children I may find on my mission. My goal will be take them to host countries around the world to start a new life. I am thinking about their leaving their families and their homeland, and I can only imagine the fear. As I prepare to leave, I am experiencing my own story.
By Zel Harrison3 years ago in Fiction
My Roots Run Deep
My Roots in the Orchard (Forty-Eight hours before my flight) Some lives intersect at the same moment in time. I am drawing parallels in connection with the woman and children I may find on my mission. My goal will be take them to host countries around the world to start a new life. I am thinking about their leaving their families and their homeland, and I can only imagine the fear. As I prepare to head into the unknown, I am experiencing my own story.
By Zel Harrison3 years ago in Fiction
My Roots Are Deep
My Roots in the Orchard (Forty-Eight hours before my flight) Some lives intersect at the same moment in time. I am drawing parallels in connection with the women and children I may find on my mission. My goal will be to take them to host countries around the world. I can only imagine their fear as they leave their families and their homeland. As I prepare to head into the unknown, I am experiencing my own story.
By Zel Harrison3 years ago in Earth
The Green Arrow
The Green Arrow (My father was an everyday superhero) Somewhere in a small Arizona town... Hidden in a cronky dimly lit workshop, my dad the superhero wangled his world of motorcycle madness. In this makeshift work room my dad enjoyed an intriguing life away from our home and the fire station, where he spent volunteer days helping and saving lives. It was here that his passion for repairing and building motorcycles took on another world dimension. They weren't just vehicles to him, they became characters in a movie. Each one was bestowed a unique personality through his cartoon sketches. The daring Harley became the Green-Eyed Winged Dragon. The demure Kawasaki became the Pink Panther. These sketches made dad somewhat of a celebrity and when he finished a repair, he delivered the motorcycle with his artwork and a proud smile. Over the years, the townspeople became curious about what dad did in his motorcycle cave.
By Zel Harrison3 years ago in Humans
The Green Arrow
The Green Arrow (My father was an everyday superhero) Somewhere in a small Arizona town... Hidden in a cronky dimly lit workshop, my dad the superhero wangled his world of motorcycle madness. In this makeshift work room my dad enjoyed an intriguing life away from our home and the fire station, where he spent volunteer days helping and saving lives. It was here that his passion for repairing and building motorcycles took on another world dimension.
By Zel Harrison3 years ago in Geeks
The Escape of Marigold Wolfie
The Escape of Marigold Wolfe i (For the freedom of all the world’s children) Cologne Germany was post-card beautiful before the war with its Gothic architecture, connecting villages, and passionate people. It reveled in the cultural and religious differences of its inhabitants. When a baby was born, or a couple was married, church bells rang, and families gathered for celebrations.
By Zel Harrison3 years ago in Fiction
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