CK Henson Hayes
Bio
I coach opera singers who sing in big opera houses. My debut novel is about to come out. I have passion for music and medicine. My specialty? Biomechanical function in singers. I am a promiscuous reader and writer.
Stories (6/0)
A Tale Tail Heart tale no.4
Raff was always as the French would call it, a “manquer.” It translates to a person who just misses in everything he does. He almost wins the gold, he almost makes a million dollars, he almost saves the day…almost almost. If truth be told, Raff isn’t entirely plagued by bad luck so much as self-sabotage. It has been a problem his whole life. When given the choice between the high road and the easy shot, he invariably errs on the side of unwisdom.
By CK Henson Hayes3 years ago in Fiction
More Than All The Stars A New Bedtime Story for Space Travelers and Dreamers
A New Bedtime Story for Space Travellers and Dreamers Once upon a time a large explosion, six hundred trillion times as bright as the sun, discharged across the void. As the fiery spectacle pierced a black velvet midnight, stars shot out in all directions. It was said that the sound of weeping could be heard amidst the smaller explosions that accompanied the collision of two great parent stars. But who would weep at such a moment, Kuiper wondered, as his mother told him the tale.
By CK Henson Hayes3 years ago in Fiction
A Tale Tail Heart tale no.3
Bogran looked in his rearview mirror spotting one bogie on his tail, and another taking a shortcut in order to cut him off at the next intersection, but he was used to riding through the crosshairs and considered himself a rider with rare talent for evasion during active conflict. He had torn through the Karni border crossing on his Ducati when the noise from Mossad indicated a bombing would take place, and consequently only six Israelis were killed. Again, he had torn through the streets of Gaza sometime later with three little kids on the back of his motorcycle as he got them safely out of harm’s way while bombs were dropping on beaches and on hospitals. That was personal. He had a thing for their Nasrani mother. The point was, he knew how to ride through a war zone and two Comic-Con wannabes from the Neo-Yamnayan military police were nothing to shake off.
By CK Henson Hayes3 years ago in Fiction
A TALE TAIL HEART tale no.2
Freyja couldn’t figure out how she had been caught, but she knew that Bogran must have flipped on her the second her locket started burning inside her chest. It wasn’t just the normal soul-sucking sensation, it felt like her sternum was being ripped inward as the wicked thing took sinew and bone with it. It damned near felt like it would take the earth beneath her feet if she stood still for too long. Worse than that, the one installed in Delphi was starting to send jolts and her little neck was red. She could hardly breathe. Those massive fucking assholes. Big gaping pile-stricken taint pustules… enough.
By CK Henson Hayes3 years ago in Fiction
A TALE TAIL HEART
“Move. You,” he barked to the masked man closest to him. “Clear off the table. GO people. NOW” he ordered them as his hands cooked to a deep red under the ultraviolet solar dry-scrub vent. He winced as the denature was painful and everyone scrambled as they had done so many times before but this time was different. This time the patient was an eleven-year-old girl. This was the youngest so far. No one knew what would happen if you did this to a newborn baby, but if you did it to anyone over forty-six, up till now the outcome was usually bad. After thirty-six, the outcome was better bad, but you risked a scrambled mind about half the time and a sociopath the other half. Once someone came out sort of normal.
By CK Henson Hayes3 years ago in Fiction
