Colt Henderson
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I usually write horror.
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The Cave
The rains had come early this year. And they were abnormally heavy. They pushed Ki Ku further south, but it was getting considerably colder for a midsummer day. Frozen pellets began hitting him and he became somewhat frantic. He should have made it to his village already. He had passed the huge triple trunk tree that marked the last field before the treeline closed around the first building of his village. That building never appeared and Ki Ku was now running through the second field of barren soil.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Fiction
My Apartment
After binge watching zombie movies, I got ready for bed. I took a refreshing shower, brushed my teeth and put on my plain blue pajamas. The zombies, fresh in my mind, made me laugh at the absurdity of how slow and non-threatening they usually are. "How are they a threat when they can't even run," I thought to myself, "I prefer the ones where they can run and sort of strategize." I climbed into bed, loving the cool sheets, while positioning my pillows. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Horror
Blitz Interview
Being hired as a war correspondent I assumed I would be on, or at least close, to the front lines. Instead, I have been shipped to Britain to interview a writer. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Kyra Chambers' writing, but I hoped to be with the soldiers. I would have been if I didn't have epilepsy. So, I turned to journalism.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Interview
Interview with a Starlet
I was quite surprised she was willing to sit down with me. She was on a publishing tour through my little town and needed a place to unwind after dealing with the public. I informed her publicist of a low key bar that served the best homemade whiskey and our meeting was set. I had a booth in the back that faced the door. I was ready for the starlet to arrive at any moment.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Interview
Teokuitlatl Noaxka
Many centuries ago there was a family that roamed the land. This land is now known as New Mexico in the country of the United States of America. But at this time, the land was valued in more than monetary ways, and was called Mother Nature. This family worshipped her and enjoyed her beauty.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Horror
The Pear
In a grove, just outside the Holy Monastery of Ano Xenia, grew a pear tree. Besides a pear tree growing that no one planted, it seemed unremarkable. That was until it grew fruit that first year. The monks thanked their god as they collected the few, delicious, pears that grew that first year. And they did this every year after.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Fiction
Gold Mine
Bradley and Jennifer were taking a road trip over the summer before they went to college in the fall. They were currently making their way through the south. They had passed into New Mexico, via highway 40, a few hours before and were looking for a place to stop. They were hungry, and tired, and stopped at a small roadside diner in the middle of nowhere.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Travis Walker
The bell hanging in front of the door did its little dance and jingle as an older gentleman passed through the entrance. The man stood there for a few seconds, scanning the room, before removing his sunglasses. He turned to his right and started briskly walking passed the empty booths that led him to the corner booth. There sat, whom Travis Walker assumed was the man he was there to meet, a younger man wearing the agreed upon blank black ball cap. The man, in his mid 30's, was also wearing a dark jacket and blue jeans. 'Incognito' Travis thought with an eye roll. He paused when he got less than a foot from the table.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Fiction
The Barn
It was a muggy evening. The south was always hot and humid during the summer, but tonight was the worst for Mildred, or Milly to her friends. She was soaked in sweat and more was running out of her pores. Her clothes stuck to her like a wetsuit. The old hay on the ground was sticking to her exposed legs and short shorts, while the new, bundled, hay blocked her from the entrance to the dilapidated barn she was currently hiding in.
By Colt Henderson5 years ago in Horror
Utopia Redux
Billy Day sat on the toilet, facing a small 10 x 10 mirror, staring at his reflection. His light brown hair was scruffy and dirty. His eyes were a bright green, and were currently gazing into themselves. Billy, a young man of 17, was worried about his mother. She had been gone for too long. He was beginning to think the worst.
By Colt Henderson5 years ago in Fiction
