by Matt Shaw
by Matt Shaw
“I’ve stopped panicking now. Not because I’m not scared. I just know panicking won’t help the situation. It’ll only serve to make it worse. Need to try and remain calm for as long as possible. Control my breathing. Save my oxygen. I breathed in and coughed. The air in here is stale. I hope I’m not in here for long. Please, dad. Don’t let me be here for long. Please. I started to cry. Helpless.”
The day after his 21st Birthday Party, Todd woke to find himself trapped in a box with nothing but broken memories for company. Told through his eyes, live his fear and feel his claustrophobia as he frantically tries to piece together what happened, who buried him and why in Matt Shaw’s new horror novella.
By Linda Ackerson
Matt Shaw created another story full of doubt and terror. I am hesitant to write a lot as the story is not very long but it is packed full of images and feelings that only one who has suffered great trauma could probably understand. Todd the main character is struggling to come to terms with several unpleasant things in his life. The ending is not what I expected but should have knowing Matt’s penchant for doing the twisty and unusual.
About the Author
Matt Shaw was born, quite by accident (his mother tripped, he shot out) September 30th 1980 in Winchester hospital where he was immediately placed on the baby ward and EBay. Some twelve years later (wandering the corridors of the hospital and playing with road kill when he was on day release), the listing closed and he remained unsold, he was booted out of the hospital to start his life as a writer and hobbit – beginning with writing screenplays and short stories for his own amusement before finally getting published when he was twenty-seven years and forty-five seconds old.
Once Published weekly in a lad’s magazine with his photography work, Matt Shaw is also a published author and cartoonist. Has to be said, can be a bit of a flirt and definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, somewhat of a klutz.