Shay Morrow
Bio
Just sitting on the pier with my dog casting a line out with some live bait, sipping a beer and puffing a smoke, like everyone else.
Stories (12/0)
Pearl Harbor
One hour and 15 minutes. Was I above, on deck, walking around or below deck in a ship? I don’t know and I have pushed and begged my brain for memories that are not there. I think about it a lot. I wonder if I was at Pearl Harbor in 1941 and how I would have died.
By Shay Morrow11 months ago in Fiction
Preacher on an Airplane
Thinking on what to write for this story, to write a story with the subject of “in flight”, I was surprised to recall several interesting stories of my prior flight adventures, even though they are probably small in comparison to others. If you know me, you know I would rather drive than fly.
By Shay Morrowabout a year ago in Humans
Seven Sisters Stars
CHAPTER ONE Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Well, who is nobody and who are they? Are they human, hybrid, alien or something else? A cosmic void rarely if never involves loud screaming beer drinking humans on a Friday night. There is no bonfire, disco ball, rocking DJ, dancers or booming speakers. Doubtful you would ever find yourself in a vacuum of space with one of your buddies to hear you scream or not. Mabel laughs at the thought of it anyway as it sounds ridiculous.
By Shay Morrow2 years ago in Earth
Texas coast green eyed ghost
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It might have. But I was not there. This story starts and ends on the Texas coast in a rural area around Caney Creek and Sargent, Texas. Not in the woods. Not in an abandoned cabin.
By Shay Morrow2 years ago in Fiction
18th Birthday
Friday, March 27th, many years back, was my eightieth birthday. I have no idea what school was like on that day. My head was not in school that day. I am sure the sun was shining, the birds were chirping and flying through the cloud-filled sky, and there was probably a rainbow and unicorn too. I was already rearing and ready for go for my birthday Friday night!.
By Shay Morrow2 years ago in Confessions
Frozen Heart of a Child
I was born in Houston, Texas. There are no frozen ponds in Houston unless you count the ice rink at the Galleria. If you ever get the chance to go to the ice rink at the Houston Galleria around Christmas you should. My dad designed the hanging string lights. At least that is what he told me when I was little and I believed him. There is a Stromboli and the kids and their parents skate around and fall down and try to skate again; pretending they are on a real frozen pond and not in the middle of a mall, in a southern city with a winter that boasts 70 degree weather, with real ice and dangling lights creating an ambiance and semblance of another longitude.
By Shay Morrow3 years ago in Families
Survival in the Sea
Stealth is the best I can do to describe my long, sleek, elegant, and meandering body moving through the heavy pressure-laden ocean water. Gliding seamlessly with almost no friction, my big torpedo-shaped mass with triangle fins and tail part the water with ease. I don’t speak. I make no noise. I have no organs that make noises. I have no bones. Mechanical perfection: I move, and I swim. I look around with my dead, brooding, dark eyes. My rows of teeth seem to grin or smile as you call it? I am the perfect creation of Mother Nature. I am a live machine of purpose. I am perfection of life.
By Shay Morrow3 years ago in Humans
Nuclear Red Tide in Texas
I squint. I look out into the sky and see two vultures, or death scouts is what I call them. The scouts scour the sky. They look for the dead, but they are not nasty creatures. They are scavengers, like the rest of us, except they can smell dead animals up to a mile away. I wonder how far away the rest are. As I squint, stare towards the sun, and look at them - I wonder how much longer it will take for anyone else to show up here.
By Shay Morrow3 years ago in Fiction
