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!
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Dwight
I loved Tae Kwon Do from the start. It was the discipline I needed as a pudgy, soft teenager. I only reached the level of green belt, but I always preferred the flashy kicks so commonplace in TKD. The back kick, the spinning wheel kick, the hook kick, and most of all the sturdy, all-purpose side-kick. I never had the form of Chuck Norris, but I fantasized one day I might. If I practiced enough, that I might, in time, reach his level of mastery. That’s the beauty of martial arts; it’s a study that can last forever. The more advanced one becomes in martial arts, the more subtle and nuanced the lessons become. It’s an asymptotic progression. Small gradual increments of progression interspersed with occasional quantum leaps.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Unbalanced
A Crack in My Windshield
I don’t remember how the windshield crack began. At some point, some bit of something from the road had struck it just right to set it in place. Initially, it was just a short jagged line. Then it slowly meandered its way across the entire windshield.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Humans
Doppelgänger
The driver behind me tries to make it seem they aren’t following me, but they fail in achieving that goal. For an instant, I had thought to turn left. I was in the turn lane, but then I remembered the veterinarian’s office would already be closed for the day. So, and since there was only one car behind me, I waited in the left turn lane and went straight. The driver behind me realized there was no further point in trying to pretend and openly followed me from the left turn lane as I continued along my way home.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
No Reflection
I get up at my usual time, stumble to the bathroom, relieve my bladder, and flush. All my actions are on auto-pilot. I reach the vanity to wash my hands, but something is wrong. But it’s an illusion so perfect I don’t notice it at first. When I stand before the mirror, I lean in and let the hot water run for a few seconds. The sleep finally clears from my eyes and my brain, then I see it; the mirror in front of me is empty; there’s no one there!
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Futurism
Someone is Living in My Mirror
Someone is living in my mirror. Every time I look in it, he is there. And I’m not happy about it, not at all. For starters, he is always mimicking me! If I move my right arm, he moves his left; when I look to the left, he looks to the right! Very mature, you joker!
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Humans
Esmeralda
“You can have your money back; just please go,” the psychic says to me. Madame Esmeralda is more window dressing than even cynical ole me was expecting. Still, I wanted answers, so I was ready to try anything when I arrived here at their modest-sized storefront in North Dallas just over an hour ago.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Monolith 2
The monolith had always stood there. When the heavens and earth formed, it was already there. As soon as there was light, the first thing illuminated was the monolith. When the continents began slowly sliding apart from each other, they slid around the black stone monolith.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Monolith
I think on some level, I knew I was dreaming when I first dreamt of the monolith. But it doesn’t matter because the dream pointed me towards something true. In the garden of Eden, the tree of forbidden fruit gave Adam and Eve knowledge of both good and evil. My monolith was like that. It was a duality that was simultaneously both real and not real. A paradox that has mystified me for over half a century as only a recurrent dream can.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Vaya con Dios Maria. Top Story - April 2021.
“Good morning, Juliana,” I say. She doesn’t hear me or she’s just being rude, either way, she doesn’t answer me. We’ve been working together for years now. She works in produce, I’m a cashier. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time she’s said two words to me.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
