Colt Henderson
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I usually write horror.
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Spoiled Summer
Chris dove into the clear cool pool and curved his awkward frame towards the surface. He broke the still seal of the surface and exhaled what breath he had left. Floating in the deep end, he watched his classmates in their little cliques, talking and gossiping about who knew what. He started to climb out, grabbing the ladder without looking, and when he turned his head, there was the prettiest girl in the school. Startled, he let go, falling back into the water. When he surfaced, she was squatting at the ladder laughing, causing her breasts to jiggle in the tight onesie swimsuit she was wearing.
By Colt Henderson5 months ago in Fiction
Cryptococcal Meningitis
What is happening? Now I am really confused. What can I do now? I failed to notice you slipping, Not knowing you were falling. I would have helped but I was tripping, And now I am crawling. You raised me to be strong, And you tried to teach me compassion. Now I feel wrong, And empty of all passion. I hate to see you this way, And wish I could change it, But this is how you will stay And all I can do is accept it. You were my rock, But that has changed. All we do now is watch the clock, And that feels strange. I miss my mother. Do you miss your son? You are better than every other, And our journey isn't done.
By Colt Henderson6 months ago in Poets
The Traveling Cobbler
The planet was inundated with meteors of varying sizes, rocking the small blue dot in this young solar system. Nearly half of the entire population was wiped out in the initial disaster, the lucky ones. Almost seventy percent of the remaining humans died off in the following years through suffocation and starvation. While only a quarter of the planet sustained massive impacts the whole thing was now flooded. In between shores, the majority of the barren land was just as dangerous as the ocean. This left the world in shambles. You now had to adapt or die and Neile McGrath had evolved.
By Colt Henderson8 months ago in Horror
Unearthed Battle
Shackled men of different ethnicities walked slowly towards a massive structure. It was flanked by men wearing sunbaked leather armor carrying a gladius on their hips. All but one of the chained prisoners were walking upright despite being exhausted from the trek. The last was slumped over and keeping the pace slowly at the end of the line, sweating more than the cool weather warranted.
By Colt Henderson8 months ago in Horror
Blood in the Pines. Top Story - May 2025.
“Bobby, stop playing with the camera.” “Calm down, Karen, I’m just checking the settings.” “Don’t start,” Cheryl interjected. “We are out here to study the Pygmy Short-Horned Lizard, not fight over a camera.” “But-” Karen started, but was shut down by Cheryl. “Stop! We have a long hike and I don’t want to hear y’all going back and forth this whole trip. Give me the camera.” “Yes, mom.” Cheryl shot him a stern look. “Sorry.” The trio continued their way down a small trail off the main pathway. The trees consumed the sky, leaving the group in shadow. A humid wind rolled through the trees, damp and earthy, chilling the biologists. Moss covered trees cut into the path they walked for several hours. They climbed a steep hill, void of any man-made route. “How much longer?” Bobby asked. “Check the GPS,” Cheryl replied, scanning their surroundings. Bobby pulled the small electronic device from one of his loaded pockets. There was a small beep and the screen lit up. After pressing a few buttons, Bobby looked concerned. “It’s not working. It’s glitchy.” “What does it show?” Karen asked. “It shows us almost on top of the coordinates.” “Great. How is it glitching?” Curious, Karen walked over to look. Without hesitating, Bobby gave her the device. She looked at the screen, frowning, then to Cheryl. “What?” “He broke it,” Karen replied, handing it to Cheryl. “No I didn’t.” Cheryl took it and pressed some buttons on the side. She gave Bobby a disappointed look. “Sorry,” he said with a shrug. “How long since it broke?” “How would I know?” He looked defensive. “When did you last check it?” “Uh, I…“ “Bobby! You were supposed to check every fifteen minutes.” Karen’s raised voice echoed through the canopy. “We need to get to the top of this hill and find a place to set up camp.” Bobby’s shoulders slumped and he stared at the ground. They made their way to the top of the steep hill, stopping on a flat area to set up their base of operations. Bobby set up the tents while Karen got the fire going and Cheryl checked the gear. They sat beside the fire to eat, the shadows growing longer as the sun set. A strange noise floated in the wind, and Bobby paused in the middle of a joke he was telling before disregarding it and continuing on. Bobby’s joke fell flat with his companions, but the noise amplified. They all turned to the source of the sound to see a pair of eyes glowing in the firelight. Eyes that stood well over six feet tall. Then they spotted the two palmate antlers and the flat back ears of an angry bull moose. “Um, what should we do?” Karen said. “We need to keep our distance,” Cheryl replied. “Everyone get up slowly and walk away.” “That thing doesn’t look very happy.” Bobby’s voice cracked. “That’s why we are going to slowly stand up and move away.” The group got up, trying to keep their movements slow and nonthreatening. The moose didn’t move, only stood watching as they moved in the opposite direction. Then it snorted and took a few steps toward them. Bobby panicked and went into a sprint, which made the animal charge, its blazing eyes focused on Bobby’s bright orange jacket. “Climb a tree!” Karen yelled, as she and Cheryl cowered behind another nearby tree. Bobby veered toward a tree to his right, but the moose was faster. Its antlers swung into Bobby’s left side as he jumped for a limb and flung him into the rocks a few feet away. The moose then walked towards the dazed man and brought its front leg down, breaking the bones in the forearm Bobby raised to shield his face. “HELP ME!” Bobby screamed as the moose swiped him again with its antlers, slicing his flesh open. The women turned away from the sight, looking at each other in horror as they heard Bobby scream and cry. A sudden crack, like a breaking branch, echoed through the trees, along with Bobby’s muffled cries. Tears filled their eyes and the women covered their mouths as another cry jumped between the trees, followed by a sickening crunch. Bobby screamed, shouting incoherently before a loud squelch heralded an eerie silence. “What just happened?” Karen quavered. In response, the massive moose snorted and stomped. “Run!” Cheryl tried to shout but the words came out as a terrified croak. Both women took off, each fumbling to find a flashlight in one of their many pockets at the sound of the moose crashing through the woods behind them. Their run through the forest, with their flashlight beams bouncing along in front of them. was as surreal as it was frantic, but finally the grunts of the moose were gone. “I think we lost him,” Karen whispered, grabbing at Cheryl. “Should we go back?” “That moose could be waiting for us.” “I don’t … what’s that smell?” Karen’s eyes followed her beam of light, which illuminated the ground and the savaged torso of a man. “Oh my God. Is that a dead body?” “Where?” Cheryl’s eyes followed the same beam and she gasped as her eyes fell on the decomposing body. “Oh my God! We need to get out of here!” The beams of light desperately searched for the easiest way around the torso, only to uncover more desecrated bodies. The horror continued as their flashlights brought more random corpses into view. Exploring the ransacked tents and baggage showed them they were standing in another campsite. A deep, guttural moan rang out behind them and, without looking back, they both bolted away from the noise. It was soon clear that the moose had zeroed in on Karen. She yelled for help but Cheryl didn’t slow as the screams for help turned to just screams and were quickly cut off completely. Panting, Cheryl knew she couldn’t stop. Her lungs burned, her legs ached, and her heart was beating like a hummingbird. She glanced behind her as she ran and tripped, knocking the wind out of her. The flashlight flew from her hand, lighting up a hill in front of her when it landed. There was a dark indention, perhaps a hole, and Cheryl retrieved her light and ran to it, the heavy hoofs of the moose sounding behind her. It was a hole, and looked rather deep, but also narrower than her. She scurried into it headfirst, and after substantial squirming was completely inside. She instantly regretted going in that way. As she laid there she started feeling something crawling on her. As a biologist she turned to try and see what was on her. She immediately knew what was in the hole with her as its small snout and grayish brown scales were revealed. It was a Pygmy Short-Horned Lizard. “Hey, little guy.” Her worry faded for a moment. That was until she dislodged an important root and was now sliding further into the hole. Soon she saw light at the end of the tunnel and braced for a possible long drop since she couldn’t do anything to slow or stop her descent. The loose earth broke away from the hole as she neared the opening. She fell for half a second and the wind got knocked out again. As her eyes adjusted to the now bright cavernous room she was in she noticed something strange. There was a shining stream in the middle of the cave with dozens of female and baby moose lining both sides. They were all in different phases of falling asleep when she fell in and were now alert. The air filled with concerned moans from the animals, but Cheryl did her best to soothe them from a distance. She slowly skirted the wall that was farthest from the most moose, but she was forced to come within spitting distance to several. Thankfully, they just echoed an urgent moan and moved away. As she neared the opening to the cave she remembered she still had the camera from earlier. After she took a few pictures a familiar guttural moan erupted over her head and hot oppressive breath poured down onto her shoulders.
By Colt Henderson9 months ago in Horror
Portal to Nowhere
Amanda and her friends, Abbie and Stone, were bundled up tight in front of the roaring fire. Above the fireplace sat a big flat screen television which was currently playing a slasher movie. As the villian cut into its latest victim one of the girls’ phones buzzed. Stone got dirty looks from the other girls as she pulled her phone out. After a few swipes and some clicking as she sent a text message, she looked at her friends.
By Colt Henderson9 months ago in Fiction
Through the Streets. Content Warning.
Day 1 Debra anxiously waited in a hard wooden waiting room chair. Her parents, Stacey and Marvin Taylor, sat on either side of her. Debra's demeanor was almost as dark as the sky outside. Her partial knee replacement was scheduled for 8:30 a.m. and she was nervous. It was her first major surgery, despite it being minimally invasive, and she was apprehensive going forward. A new nurse came over and informed them that a room was ready. The family followed and ended up in a semi private room. Debra was asked to remove her clothes and put on a paper robe. Before leaving, the nurse told them the doctor would be in shortly to go over the procedure. Still nervous, Debra started pacing.
By Colt Henderson9 months ago in Fiction
Journey Through the Door. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don't open the door. I have seen that door since I was a child. It haunts my dreams, but my grandmother warned me of the danger it presented. I never understood what she meant since she never elaborated on the dangers. My thought was she had gone through it at some point and knew firsthand. My feminine intuition told me to forget the door, but my stubbornness drove me to the threshold. I stared at the wooden surface, trying to sense what was beyond. I grabbed the handle and opened the door a crack and peeked through it. Seeing the same clearing I stood in I opened the door further and stepped inside. Everything seemed normal and I wondered why my grandmother warned me of the door.
By Colt Hendersonabout a year ago in Horror
The One
There was only one rule: don't open the door. The rusted metal door had warnings all around, but Thomas dismissed the ones he could understand. His hand grabbed the smooth, cold handle and pulled hard. The door barely budged, but Thomas kept pulling until it opened. He was staring at the darkness when it started pulling small objects inside. The sucking slowly increased until Thomas was fighting to retreat. With a sudden surge he lost his footing and was swallowed by the opening.
By Colt Hendersonabout a year ago in Horror
Fleeting Life
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. As the click of the high heels grew louder Curtis covered his mouth and held his breath. From under the bed he watched as the red heels entered the room and went straight to the closet. The closet door flew open, followed by an irritated click of a tongue, and then it was slammed shut. When the shoes turned to point at the bed Curtis broke out in goosebumps. The shoes turned when they reached the bed and it shifted as she sat down.
By Colt Hendersonabout a year ago in Horror
Fabians Journey
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. But Fabian figured that meant there was something of value behind the hidden door. His parents told him the stories when he was younger and when he had the chance to leave his small village he took it. After traversing the beautiful valleys and mountains for a few weeks he found himself starting a fire next to a cliff face. The flames licked the frozen air and Fabian warmed himself next to them. The wind blew hard and a screech filled the silence. He turned to try and place the sound among the trees that enveloped him, but it wasn't until a harder gust caused the sound again that he got up to investigate. Behind a thicket of branches was something metal and Fabian’s anticipation grew as he hurriedly broke branches to get a better view of the metal contraption.
By Colt Hendersonabout a year ago in Horror
