The woods were just as he remembered them. Dark and foreboding, the occasional dog running out at them. Sometimes he would see something off in the distance, another one of those nurse creatures, sometimes something else- larger. He'd run after them if they were sufficiently close, always hitting them with his flashlight. He'd bludgeon them ( Read more... )

By the time Henry reached the merry-go-round, rusted to a stop and tilted slightly off it's axis, he decided it was the most welcome thing he'd seen in hours. Carefully, he plopped himself down onto it, long limbs splayed everywhere. He looked around the rest of the small playground, relaxing very slightly at the small bit of quiet he seemed to ( Read more... )

He didn't shoot them ( Read more... )

He shoots at the wall again, knowing he's wasting bullets- but he can't help it. He heard a low growl and people don't make that noise. He supposes that as long as he doesn't hear that high, chittering laugh (or even worse, a low, deep chuckle) he's doing all right.

He doesn't speak, although he's sometimes tempted to. There's no point. These things ( Read more... )

Too long. Far too long. Henry checked his watch, and tried to remember where the hand was when Eileen had just stared at him and disappeared to Lakeside Cemetery. He thought it was five minutes. He'd give it a couple more, and when Eileen got back, he might actually get upset. She needed to be there, but she didn't need to take so long, did ( Read more... )

He still wasn't happy with this idea, and he never would be. But he had to accept it, and that he was something he was good at. Eileen had let him pick the spot, and he figured that New York was a neutral enough place ( Read more... )

( Waking Dream - A collection of songs for Henry Townshend )

He doesn't want to be here. With every fibre of his being, he wishes he were somewhere else. As he does his best to edge towards the doorway, he listens to his mother drone on with Eileen about some thing. It was clear that neither of them really understood what the other was talking about, but they were trying to make the attempt at polite ( Read more... )

Eileen, we've got a big problem.

Hi, everyone. This is still Henry...guess I should be more specific, huh? This account used to be 'other_henry'. I finally got a name change. I know this isn't too exciting or anything, but it's my name. So that should work ( Read more... )