Nicholas Kleinhenz
Bio
Aspiring author.
I write horror stories and tragedies.
Recently started a blog for my online business which I will be posting here.
I hope you enjoy my work, friends!
Stories (12/0)
The View - Issue #2
A Case for Outdoor Life Outdoor lifestyles are healthier lifestyles not only physically, but mentally. Here we will delve into some of the more subtle benefits of spending time in nature. This is not, by any means, a comprehensive list, but I will cover several physiological and mental advantages that nature can provide. Many people often get stuck in that daily grind of working, eating, sleeping, and repeating. I think taking some time away from that seemingly never-ending cycle makes all of the difference. What better place to do it than the great outdoors?
By Nicholas Kleinhenz2 years ago in Earth
The View - Issue #1
About Our Brand Within this blog moving forward I will touch on a plethora of outdoor subjects, but I would like to take the time in this first post to tell my readers a little about us. This is kind of like our intro to give our readers a grasp of what we’re looking to accomplish. River Valley Outdoor Co. is a grassroots company with the intention of bringing quality outdoor products directly to your door. We want to simplify the process for consumers by removing the hassle that comes with shopping in large retail stores. Our aim is to become a brand that you can trust for all of your outdoor needs whether you’re an avid hiker, fisherman, hunter, or just a casual day tripper.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz2 years ago in Earth
Crux and the Old Pear Tree
Ten-year-old Abigail and her parents had finally gotten settled into their new home after two weeks of non-stop unpacking. It was a two-storey home with a Victorian era design that cost Abigail’s father, George, a large sum of money. The fenced-in back yard was complete with an in-ground swimming pool, swing set, and a nearly twenty foot tall pear tree. These features were a large part of the appeal of the house. Abigail’s mother, Christina, loved the pear tree most of all.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz3 years ago in Fiction
On Thin Ice
Marcus ran as fast as he could. He could feel the icy wind whipping the flesh on his cheeks into a rosy red blush. The boy’s heart was pounding against his chest and his breaths had turned into wheezes. He looked back to see his pursuer, and older brother, Anthony quickly closing the distance between them. Anthony was two years older than Marcus, but he was quite a bit more athletic. Little did they know, their game of tag was destined to end more abruptly than either boy had thought.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz3 years ago in Fiction
Light at the End of the Tunnel
Freddie awoke face down in a soft, spongy muck. As he stood up, he could see a faint, greenish glow in the distance. Where am I? he thought as he took a look around. It was dark, but the faint, greenish glow provided enough light for him to make out that he was inside some sort of tunnel. The walls seemed to consist of a tangled web of thorny vines. Freddie looked down to see that he was ankle deep in the sticky brown muck that covered the ground beneath him.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz3 years ago in Fiction
Bull-y
The new guy sat alone in the school cafeteria quietly eating his lunch. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in the three days that he had been in attendance. Aniah, one of the prettiest girls in the whole school, approached his table slowly. Being the Senior Class Representative, one of her duties was to make new students feel welcomed into the school. She had noticed the new guy eating lunch alone for the past two days, and decided that today she wanted to leave her usual table to go chat with him.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz3 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Killer
David Campbell was arrested and put on trial. Accused of being the Marigold Killer, Campbell entered a plea of “No Contest” with the death penalty hanging over his head. Had he plead not-guilty, he may have received a life sentence while the police investigated further. A no contest plea, however, allows the defendant to take the punishment without admitting to committing the crime. David Campbell insisted that he was not the Marigold Killer, but the jury just wasn’t buying it. The police had a substantial amount of mostly circumstantial evidence against him.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz3 years ago in Fiction
Delivery Method
A small box, neatly wrapped in brown paper, sat on a bench in front of the fountain in Midtown Mall. Kendra watched a man get up and leave it behind. She had watched this same man place it on the bench beside him while he enjoyed an ice cream cone. As the crowd of people bustled past, she watched a woman in a red dress approach the package and pick it up. The woman in the red dress examined the box carefully. Kendra tapped her best friend, Chelsea, on the shoulder and pointed in the woman’s direction.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz3 years ago in Fiction
. . . A Dessert to Die for
Detective Chris received a phone call from Detective Marzetti. When he answered the phone, she sounded mildly distressed. His presence had been specifically requested on the scene of a mysterious death. He arrived at the scene in no more than fifteen minutes only to find out that the investigation had already been wrapped up.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz3 years ago in Fiction
Hamilton
On one ordinary midsummer night, something happened that would relentlessly haunt me for the rest of my life. I awoke with a start at the shrill sound of a single scream piercing the night air. I quickly rose from my bed and looked out my open bedroom window. The county road was barely illuminated by two lights: the front porch light of our house and Hamilton’s flashlight.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz3 years ago in Fiction
The Heart-Shaped Locket
Elizabeth sat on the floor of her grandmother’s neatly decorated home. Nothing in the home was out of place, except for her grandmother who had recently passed away. Her final words still echoed in Elizabeth’s mind: “Take this locket, my dear Elizabeth. It’s the only relic left behind by your mother and father. They always said it was the key to restoring this world, but I never figured out the key to opening the locket. The mystery is now yours to solve.” Elizabeth placed her hand over the beautiful heart-shaped locket which now hung around her neck. The locket was a red heart encased in intricately designed golden vines.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz3 years ago in Fiction
