Colt Henderson
Bio
I usually write horror.
Stories (69/0)
Dragon Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. I kind of thought they were mythical. At least that is what I was taught. I was also taught four sentences to a paragraph, but it is pretty much the end of the world. I will do my best, small diary I found, but I promise nothing. I think I forgot something. Oh … the date. It is currently February 17th, 2142.
By Colt Henderson2 years ago in Fiction
My Mother
Dear Mom, You are my hero. I know I don't say it, but your strength is awe-inspiring. When I was a child, and dad left, I never saw you flinch. I was young, but I still remember the look of determination on your face as we had that garage sale. It was before we moved in with Mema and Papa. If you cried I never saw it.
By Colt Henderson2 years ago in Families
Mot
The moon was full, and the skies were clear. The sun had set a few hours before and the nocturnal community was out. Perched high on a tree was a white and silver barn owl. He surveyed the valley watching three women approach the tree where he sat. They all wore similar robes of dark colors and carried a huge cast iron cauldron.
By Colt Henderson2 years ago in Fiction
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 Henderson2 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 Henderson2 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 Henderson2 years ago in Interview