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 (118/0)
My Dead Dad and I Talk Technology
I really ought to be able to explain this better. I used to be an engineer for chrissakes. But that was a long time ago. Since then, I migrated to computer programming. Now I’m no longer in the technology field at all. I’m a massage therapist.
By Shawn Ingramabout a year ago in Families
Banished Man
He remembers their early times together. How, at times, she would send him away with her terse instructions: Go work on yourself, and the classic if inscrutable, Get your shit together. What could he do? Banished, he did as she asked, he went away. He would make some token effort towards whatever it was he thought she wanted from him. Mostly he pined for her, self-medicated with whatever substances and behaviors until she would summon him again.
By Shawn Ingramabout a year ago in Fiction
Brian Finds a Journal
June 1, 2021 It was a Tuesday, and I was running late. The subway broke, so it wasn’t really my fault, except that it was, and it had happened before. My manager and I agreed (more she than I) that I would allow for such happenings by showing up early.
By Shawn Ingram2 years ago in Horror
A Tea Party in Hell
--- This is the third story in a series. Charlie Bennett SIRIRI --- The prince of the third level of hell preferred to hold his tea parties in a different place. That was why today, he was on the second level. The screaming and agonizing and endless complaints from the tortured made it difficult to enjoy his Darjeeling. The other princes teased him, claiming he only preferred that variety because it was Satan’s favorite.
By Shawn Ingram2 years ago in Horror
Gerald
Dazed, Gerald exits his cabin by breaking the window in the loft then dropping into the snow. “It must have been Maude’s table that saved me, ugly battleship thing. Oh, and the table is no beauty either,” he cackles to himself. Maude was Gerald’s ex-mother-in-law.
By Shawn Ingram2 years ago in Fiction
Breathe
I wake. The floor beneath me is a hard block of ice; the cushions have again drifted a few feet away from me. Where am I? Oh yeah, an abandoned building; barely made it in before the snow buried everything. I hope I can find my truck in the morning. I pick up my watch, tap the light button.
By Shawn Ingram2 years ago in Fiction
