Shawn Bailey
Bio
I write weird and creepy things because I'm a weird and creepy guy. Don't forget to comment with your home address and a list of your fears.
Stories (6/0)
A Key Ingredient
The actual name of the lake is Lake Cleburne, but we always called it Aunt Sally's Lake. She was my aunt who owned a cabin on this private lake that had no more than ten cabins on it's shores. Her cabin was quaint and rested about half way around the lake, just off the main dirt road. There was a hill that led down to the covered docks that housed two Jon Boats. The wasps nests were plenty and snakes were sometimes sunbathing on the homemade, concrete and stone steps. Spider webs were ritually and methodically jabbed at with a broom to clear the passage to the dock and the boats.
By Shawn Bailey9 months ago in Men
Conversations
If walls could talk? Not sure why people say that. Talkin' to you right now, pal. I'm part of a load bearing wall, myself. I mean, that's something, I guess. I don't know. I feel like I'm doing my part, but I just feel like sometimes if I fell out onto the floor, no one would notice, you know. Like everything would just go on being the same. It's not like that concrete fellow. I mean, if he goes, everything comes down. Word in the hallway is there's 25 floors to this place. I don't want to freak anyone out, but someone has to say the 'R' word. Rubble. That's what we're all afraid of here. I mean, it never happens, but you hear about it. Accidents, foul play, or we all just get a little worn out and the same people who put us in our place, man, they just jackhammer us down, pulverize us. Like we were never here. Nobody believes me, but I heard they take some of us and put us in some fancy gardens with some smooth talking pea gravel. That's the life, buddy. That's the life. I'd take that.
By Shawn Baileyabout a year ago in Interview
You Read it, You Keep it
Grandfather's have an irritating way of dying on you. When we got the phone call from his neighbor, mom cried and dad went silent. Mister-always-has-an-opinion suddenly didn't have one. Death doesn't care if you have an opinion. You can't argue with death. I was his only granddaughter. I didn't know what to feel.
By Shawn Bailey3 years ago in Families