Henry Shaw

Joined March 2018

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Only You Will Hear My Story
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." Repeated the cold, emotionless voice of the machine. "Yes, thats correct so far. You’re a great listener, you know that?" Responded Jarom.
By Henry Shaw3 years ago in Fiction
Ode To The Classic Hotdog
Hot Dog. Hot Diggity! A backyard staple, bologna’s cousin of dignity. A concoction, a compound, An enigmatic treat. Fill me a tube of that mixed up minced meat
By Henry Shaw4 years ago in Humans
Sometimes Life Is Just a Barn Full of Bull Crap
The Playstation 2: a shining, monolithic, matt black box of endless possibilities to the twelve year old mind. The wondrous console symbolized more to me than just Sony’s flagship gaming console during the early to mid 2000s. It was a vehicle to vivid dreamscapes, a one way ticket to countless worlds for exploration, and a stark departure from the red-hatted plumber my brothers and I had grown up placing on the same childhood pedestal of admiration and endearment as Mr. Rogers.
By Henry Shaw4 years ago in Humans
Clay Darcy And The Murder Of Jacob Worley
BOOM! Echoed a sickening thud as the towering Frenchmen hurled his body against the solid, immovable door. The Titanic was merely 4 days into its maiden voyage. A coveted journey only the most prestigious aristocrats could afford. A voyage of such enviable proportions that everyone wished to travel aboard the mansion-like vessel any way they could. Yet here, in a dark, secluded supply room, hidden deep within the ship’s heart, four strangers wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else but the mighty Titanic that was now sinking toward a watery grave.
By Henry Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
Can you see it?
Can you see it? Please, tell me you can see it! That’s why I came here, you know. To see if I wasn’t crazy. It’s followed me like this for the past six months. This putrid mass of creeping black ooze. Oh, how I wish that was all I had to describe, yet it’s horrifying features know no bounds. Somewhere beneath that goopy, grimy, tar-like liquid that drizzles unendingly from its very core, two foul, yellow, empty eyes strike an unending gaze at me. Like a bastard black cat, those eyes stare as though they expect something from me, but what? My very soul pulses and pounds as violently as a lightning storm when I ponder that dark question, when I see those eyes. Those damn eyes! Can you see it? It’s here right now!
By Henry Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
In Defense of Self Defense
Sibling Senseis With all the physical prowess of the Pillsbury doughboy, my life as the youngest of five kids was not all cookies and ice cream. As the baby of the family, I held the high position of being the guinea pig of each of my siblings. My sisters tested their hairstyling skills on me and my brothers tested their wrestling moves on me. By the end of the day, I wasn’t sure if my black eye came from the mascara my sisters tried on me, or the “accidental” fist one of my brothers slipped on me while my arms were pinned behind my back.
By Henry Shaw5 years ago in Unbalanced
Eat, Drink, Be Merry
The club pulsated, jolting violently like it was on its 12th cup of coffee. Seizure inducing strobe lights, blaring, repetitive techno music, and a dance floor packed tighter than a world cup soccer stadium made the club feel alive. Alive, and pumped full of adrenaline. A misty cloud of sweat loomed above the vigorously dancing and drugged out moonlighters.
By Henry Shaw5 years ago in Humans