Brian K. Henry
Bio
Brian K. Henry is the author of I Was a Teenage Ghost Hunter and Space Command and the Planet of the Bejewelled Concubines. Follow him on twitter https://twitter.com/brianhenry63 and check out his Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/QXeYqj
Stories (15/0)
The Raven Tattoo
Lisette proudly looked at the raven tattoo on her forearm with a smug smile. It was only three o’clock and she’d already had three tattoo compliments that day. The raven was small, but vivid and lifelike, about the size of a quarter, shown in profile as if staring at something happening near Lisette’s left elbow.
By Brian K. Henry10 months ago in Fiction
The Clownmaid's Tale
Crustbuk the Clown slammed his tumbler of Scotch onto the table. “Bring me my rust wig,” he growled. Ofcrust the Clownmaid obediently started to search through the giant walk-in closet full of well-used clown paraphernalia. As a High Clown of the Clownsortium, Crustbuk had a massive collection of the highest quality wigs, floppy shoes, and vividly colored plastic noses all heaped up along with the other required accouterments of a well-rounded clown in his expansive closet.
By Brian K. Henry5 years ago in Geeks
Tales of the Coffee God
And it came to pass that the Coffee God came to a strange foreign land and this land was known to those who dwelt there as the Hazelnut Valley. And in this land the people did walk and sing beneath strange trees, called the tree of the hazelnut. And the nut of this tree they did pick and verily place the nectar from this nut in the mugs of their coffee. And they mixed the nut nectar with the coffee and would quaff this beverage on a regular basis in great quantities and were very satisfied and pleased with themselves thereby, and they did have a great amount of pleased talk about this ‘hazelnut coffee.’
By Brian K. Henry6 years ago in Feast
Table Read
The director sat at the head of the long table wearing a large smile and a dark green shirt that complemented his deep tan. “The casting job was amazing, Percy.” He spoke in a low tone to the screenwriter, seated at his right side and looking unrested in a ragged pullover shirt and three days of beard stubble. “You won’t believe it. Felice found the perfect actor for every part. She went like three extra miles to be mega-diverse, with a capital m-d.”
By Brian K. Henry6 years ago in Geeks
The Invisible Mummy
The Invisible Mummy was having another bad day. He’d been causing disturbances at the used car dealership, making mild bits of mayhem by disconnecting computers from wall sockets, smearing windows with bandage grease and pushing Mini Coopers out of their parking spaces. But the inattentive car dealers were too bored, distracted or hungover to notice his disruptions. When, using all of his strength, he managed to push a Mini Cooper to the edge of the lot, shoving it up against the rusty chain that surrounded the place, one pudgy salesman finally took notice.
By Brian K. Henry7 years ago in Futurism
The Clowns of the Moon
Langston grimly watched the sad-looking clowns go through their routines. The dire moon, with its grey valleys and thin ponds of aquamarine goo, had enough difficulties, the inhabitants eking out an existence from mined stones and subsisting on common dehydrated fruits and flat slabs of compressed meat simulations, without being reminded of the drearier side of life by downbeat performances.
By Brian K. Henry7 years ago in Futurism