Shawn Ingram
Bio
In January 2021, I contracted the virus du jour. I thought I was going to die. For three weeks, all I did was sleep, moan, and dream.
The following month I joined VOCAL.media. I've published over 150 sories so far!
Stories (118)
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Note to Self
The man awakes. He sees the laminated card resting on his nightstand; he picks it up and begins reading. Hey Scott, this is me, you. This note is a few reminders for you as your memory has show signs of impairment lately. This list is merely an aid to help remind you of a few key ideas.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Humans
Zach
“I told you we need to use the stopper. It skitters away too quickly otherwise. I already regret sharing my affliction with Zach. The instant I approached his bathroom vanity sink, he pulled the plug from the basin and refused to let me have it; he’s a true germ-o-phobe and refused to let me plug the sink.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Zeke Vs Zombies
Zeke shrugs the backpack off and makes himself as comfortable as he can. He is lying on top of a jungle gym. The zees (Zeke refuses to call them zombies) can’t climb. He’s only seven feet above the asphalt surface of the playground, but he knows he is safe from this undead threesome for now.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Fiction
The Boy in the Ward
It’s the thick steel needle the boy finds most amazing about the whole thing. It runs right through his leg, holding it immobilized while the bone mends itself. His fingers continually find the needle and probe it gently despite several nurses telling him he shouldn’t.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Humans
After the Rain
"Lying in the dark, it's understood We are both lost And we won't be found." The Last Unicorn - Passenger When it was done, after he had gone through the normal stages of adapting to the new norm (single again), he felt surprised to learn that what he missed most wasn't the grand declarations of love or the sex. What he remembered most fondly was the companionship, laughter, odd little tender moments, the quiet times spent interlaced in each other's arms, which even as they happened, he knew were, at some level, important.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Humans
