Henry Smith
Bio
If I ever denied being a slave to the corporate world, the MBA branded and shackled me into chains of cubicle servitude. For relief, I’m a walking heavy bag when I spar in kickboxing or dream of being John Wick at the gun range.
Stories (10/0)
Riverboat Queen
The paddle steamboat, Reine de la Rivière, left Memphis earlier in the afternoon and rode the Mississippi’s current southward toward Washington, Louisiana, the last major port along the river before arriving in New Orleans. Many were saying it was the hottest summer in memory, and the stifling heat and humidity of lower Big Muddy in August made you feel like you were coated in bacon grease and wading through pudding. The extra speed the boat was getting from the current helped create a slight breeze across the deck, but it did little to mitigate the oppressive heat inside the boat.
By Henry Smith2 years ago in Fiction
A Surprise at the Portugal Grand Prix
The early morning streets in Belgravia were empty and there was an eerie calmness to the spring London night. As the limo driver pulled up and stopped in front of the building, it was a moment of relief for the passenger, since he knew his long trip was over.
By Henry Smith2 years ago in Fiction
Tale of the Druid Queen
Professor McFarlane, considered by many in his field to be Britain’s foremost historian on the Roman occupation of Britain, had lost track of time. The supper he had heated up earlier in the microwave was now back to room temperature as it had been forgotten in the microwave for hours. His wife had long ago stopped texting him to find out when, or if he was coming home, and had given up on seeing him this evening. She never worried though; it wasn't uncommon for him to get caught up in his work and only realize the next morning when the cleaning crew arrived that he had been working all night.
By Henry Smith2 years ago in Fiction
It Truly was My Lucky Charm
The light from the setting sun was fading quickly and the shadows emanating from the looming peaks soon stretched across the landscape. Earlier in the day I had been hiking across the countryside until I finally hitched a ride in Moldova, crossed the border into Romania, and made it as far as Moreanu, a small rural town isolated near the base of the Carpathian Mountains and sitting alongside the Prut River. With daylight coming to an end, I decided it would be best to call it a night and continue my trip in the morning. Like most of the towns in the rural countryside, this one probably closes up at sun down and, if I were lucky, I could get a needed night of sleep and an early start in the morning. Hopefully I can reach Bucharest by the end of the next day.
By Henry Smith3 years ago in Fiction
A Star is Discovered
There she is, and right on time—the moment that has become the highlight of my day. Ever since the first time I saw her at university, I’ve been mesmerized and have been looking for a reason, and an opportunity, to talk to her. She was absolutely beautiful and had an air about her as though she didn’t truly realize how captivating she is…and that just added to her attractiveness. Her dark, curly hair, brown eyes, and baby face stood out in a sea of Germanic blondes with blue eyes and sharp cheekbones. To me, she was a rose floating in a sea of white lilies.
By Henry Smith3 years ago in Humans
I Came Back For You!
I had flown into Montreal on Friday, with the thought that I would enjoy a relaxing weekend in the city instead of spending my Sunday on the road rubbing elbows with other travelers. Then on Monday, after a couple days of local fun, I would attend a meeting scheduled with the bank’s Executive Director of HR, Madame Duclos. As it was a recurring event on the second Monday of each month, traveling to Montreal was a regular experience for me.
By Henry Smith3 years ago in Humans
An Odd Lesson in French
The gym was one of the few places where I could relax and take my mind away from the stressful pressures that pulled me in different directions throughout the day. I’ve been training in kickboxing for a number of years, and I looked forward to the physical escape of a particularly hard session. That, and I had an ulterior motive…I needed a small favor from my friend and coach.
By Henry Smith3 years ago in Humans
A Wizard Named Harry
My name is Harry and I’m a wizard. I know what you are thinking, you have heard this story before, but I am not that Harry. Do I seem like a bespeckled little shit who hangs out with a ginger and is too naive to know that I could hook up with carrot top’s girlfriend? Not Likely! I prefer a smooth aged bourbon over butter beer and a Cuban cigar over snot flavored chocolate frogs.
By Henry Smith3 years ago in Horror
A Lie is a Lie
“Has anyone ever told you what I did in the old country? How I grew up?” Dimitri was just regaining his consciousness after passing out moments before. Slowly coming to, he could first taste the blood seeping into his mouth from the empty gum pockets where once teeth were before. A stream of dried blood covered his upper lip below something that was once a nose. He was missing an ear, and although his eyes were swollen shut, the light shining in his face had worked its way through the swelling and aggravated the pounding headache he was experiencing.
By Henry Smith3 years ago in Geeks
The 4 Day Ruler
If you were an observer objectively looking at his position within the family, Ashina Ide wouldn’t be considered a front runner to lead the Ashina clan, quite the opposite really. He was the second son of one of his father’s concubines and held no real influence with the Ashina family power players. Additionally, Ide was a poor swordsman, never took to horsemanship, and his aim with a bow was horrible, and for a samurai living in a warrior caste society, this was akin to being cursed. So once Ide reached the age of adulthood he was relegated to command a small outpost in the north, Hagi castle. A minor family member to be forgotten by serving as a short delay if an enemy force from the Date Daimyo invades.
By Henry Smith3 years ago in Geeks
