Henry Shaw

Joined March 2018

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7 Gothic Horror Classics You Should Read For Halloween
I never imagined when I started writing a book I would discover so much about myself and equally, I never imagined I would discover what would become some of my favorite books of all time. In researching media bearing similar thematic elements to what I felt I wanted to convey in my story, my journey continually drew me closest to the once popular genre of gothic fiction, more specifically gothic horror.
By Henry Shaw3 months ago in Horror
A Race Through The Muck
A race was held between two men in an event that became quite grand. They were the two fastest most athletic men, most esteemed throughout the land.
By Henry Shawabout a year ago in Poets
Lamenting Over Wolves
For the once bright and shining faces Do I lament as did they in days of old, They’ve turned to savage brutal beasts With hearts so hard and cold.
By Henry Shawabout a year ago in Poets
Hope: Torture with a Purpose
To hope in utter darkness, To dream in total blackness, Is this not a torture in itself? To hope. To dream, But never to see.
By Henry Shawabout a year ago in Poets
A Bachelor's Degree in Creative Writing: The Journey So Far
Writers are expendable. If you don't believe me, ask the companies that I, and many others like me, worked for in 2020. I thought I achieved success by finding work in my industry even before I left school, yet when issues arose during the Covid-19 pandemic, small time writers and editors like myself were given the boot from marketing and social media teams without a second thought.
By Henry Shaw2 years ago in Writers
Races Run, Races Won
Two men run a race, One complains the road is rough. The other just won.
By Henry Shaw2 years ago in Poets
The Needing Voices
In Daluun, a land up north A land I once called home, I was given chance to take my place, And ascend unto a throne.
By Henry Shaw2 years ago in Poets
Into Pieces. Top Story - October 2023.
Was late to venture out here, Now I’ll have to face the cold Can’t feel my feet beneath me The frostbite takes it’s hold.
By Henry Shaw2 years ago in Poets
The Sting of Mercy
Pitifully lay poor king Terrence His city walls demolished, overrun by great menace. Regardless this cataclysm, and horrific event,
By Henry Shaw3 years ago in Fiction
The Cleansing of Dalu'un
It was just before dawn in the forests of Durn. A faint glint of orange sunlight narrowly pierced the top of the highest peak on the mountains of Naradack to the East like a needle poking through an embroidery pattern.
By Henry Shaw3 years ago in Fiction
Man, I Miss Out of The Box
Gone are the days of out of the box. People just let their thinking be done by CNN and Fox. What happened to our minds so happy and free,
By Henry Shaw3 years ago in Poets
The Ballad Of Boyhood Lessons
After a long hard day of slaving away in the woods with an ax and saw, a young boy sat stunned from all the work he had done
By Henry Shaw3 years ago in Poets