Trevor Henderson Chicken Ghost Novels & Stories

Marilyn rushes to the kitchen, “ what are you cooking? She asks, it smells burnt and.....You don't know you.......she quickly beings out the chicken which is no more brown but black and Marylin laughs and says . “Why didn't you wake me up since you know you cannot cook? She ask and she stares at the kitchen how messed up the kitchen counter was. Manual doesn't know how to cool but he wants to surprise his wife only for his food to end up in a disaster. He wanted to prepare pasta and vegetables and Chicken, after their sex, he only slept a little and when he woke up he began to search for a special easy food he could prepare to surprise his wife when she wakes up.

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

The bird stilled too, like even poultry respected him. “Yes, Papi?” “Put the chicken down.” Ash blinked. “But—” “Now.” The camera dipped. The ceiling appeared, followed by chaos: tiny footsteps, half-hearted complaints, Krystal sounding like she was one minor inconvenience away from relocating to another galaxy. Zoe popped into frame again, her face pressed close. “Uncle Zane,” she whispered like they were plotting espionage. “This chicken’s name is Glitter.” “I’m thrilled,” Zane answered, flat as marble. “Put Glitter down before Glitter bites you.”

Without ceremony, I spread some on the chicken and took a bite. "Urgh, you're weird," Aaron complained, looking at me like I was an alien. I rolled my eyes. Meanwhile, Timmy and Gutemberg were still locked in a silent duel until Timmy finally opened his mouth. "I'm not an idiot, Ghost. I always knew who you were." He paused dramatically, a debauched smile appearing on his face before he concluded. The tone of voice and the smile only intensified the tension, as if he were pouring gasoline on the fire. Oh, these boys are trouble.

“I wanted to make sure you were settling in okay. No drama with the head cheerleader.” “No drama as of yet.” “Lunch?” “I’m starving.” He took my bag again as we walked to the cafeteria. Women were again falling all over themselves, gawking at Ghost. Today, he wore jeans, a red patterned flannel, and a cream-colored thermal underneath. Soft brown suede hiking boots completed his look. We stood in line, deciding what to eat. “Spicy chicken sandwiches!” He gasped and made a beeline for the counter, ordering two specials. “Esmerelda, what do you want?”

That earned a round of laughter from everyone except him. "No, seriously. I'm not joking," he muttered, heading to the sink to wash his hands. After drying his hands, Damien opened the fridge and dragged out the massive chicken—a behemoth of a bird that barely fit on the counter. It hit the surface with a solid THUD. "Is that thing a fucking Godzilla chicken? Where did Erwin even buy this?" I muttered under my breath. Damien frowned. "What?" I waved it off. "Never mind. Now, you have to remove the neck and giblets."

I tell him almost at a whisper. “I hope you enjoy the sunset.” He smiled at me taking his seat adjacent to mine so he could watch it too. I nodded, thinking this was the most romantic setting I had ever been in with a guy. It made me feel special. He looked off to the side for a moment and a man appeared dressed as a waiter setting down some waters for us. “Thank you,” I told him. “My pleasure,” he said. Trevor looked up to him, “Do you know how long until the food is ready.” He asked. “Its being plated now.” He answered. “Perfect timing.” Trevor smiled. “I had them marinate some chicken breast and bake them and asked them to serve it with baked mac and cheese and a side of fried cinnamon ap

’ Hendrich’s mouth dropped open as he watched his chicken being devoured by Khian. Then, in his usually calm eyes, tears welled up. Hendrich began to cry. "That’s my chicken!" Hannah, still eating happily, paused. Seeing her brother cry for the first time in a while, her own eyes welled up with tears. But she refused to share her chicken with him, continuing to eat through her sobs. “Huhu…he stole my brother’s chicken…my brother has no chicken…” she mumbled, mouth full. Danice: "…"

Mira trembled and she was lost for words after reading the letter. Demo Henderson, her father, was a principal of a private school or the Henderson Private School, and the letter he wrote was his move to tie her down with marriage. Unwilling to believe the truth, Mira turned her gaze at Danny and said, "I don't know if this is a letter from my father because he is not someone who would write something like an official letter like this." She tried to break Danny's effort to convince her. Danny beamed as he took out his phone. "Let's call your father," he said. Then, he made a video call to Demo Henderson and the call was connected within seconds.

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me.