Trevor Henderson Tree Head Novels & Stories

Snow shook off the branches as the tree leaned and fell gently into his arms. Sam chopped his smaller one while Beth cheered him like a sideline coach. And as I was about to give up, I saw a dove sitting in one of them. That was my sign. “This one, Baby! It’s a tree of love.” It was perfect, about 7 feet high and full too. By sundown, the hummer was parked with all three trees strapped to the top — Beth’s toward the back, ours toward the front. And Lyra’s on top Blaise tightened the ropes. I held the branches steady so the needles didn’t snag.

He was hanging on a tree like a bat, holding the branch of the tree with his legs. . #TBC

David Hardwood had been sentenced to three years in prison for sexual abuse and attempted murder. *** 10th October 2017, The sun kissed my face delicately, letting the cool October breeze pass by as I shut my eyes and let nature consume me. With the soft chirping of birds as they created their own melody, everything felt at ease, like everything was finally going to be okay. When I opened my eyes, I almost screamed bloody murder at the upside down face staring back at me, grinning like a creep. "Jesus Jos! What the hell!?" I yelled, clutching my heart as she grinned foolishly, dangling from one of the thick branches of the Oak tree like a monkey.

Putting his hand on James’s shoulder, he said, “You know you can talk to me, right? I’m not going to get mad or anything.” “Yeah, I know.” Right then, Trent motioned at Harrison to come over to the group. Harrison jogged toward them, not the least bit concerned about the damn tree. Finally, everyone decided this tree was the tree, and Harrison made James stand back as Seth began to saw at the trunk. When Seth got tired, Mark took over. “Timber!” yelled Caleb as the tree listed sideways before falling. The tree itself was maybe seven feet tall, so when it hit the ground, it didn’t make the loudest noise imaginable.

Henry**** The clearing seemed to shrink around us, the towering trees closing in as if the forest itself held its breath. My legs trembled, not just from exhaustion but from the overwhelming weight of what had just happened. The power I unleashed moments ago—raw, ancient, and wild—had surged through me like a tidal wave, and now it was gone, leaving me hollow and unsteady. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, Xavier’s hand gripping mine tightly, grounding me.

She, Jesse, and Mike walk off. “What about you, boy? You're excellent with a sword and a bow,” asks Trevor. “No, I am the leader of my squad, and I will stay a human. Thanks,” says Henry. “What, you think you are better than me boy, since you’re human?” Demands Trevor. “No, I'm just happy with my choice here,” says Henry. “I think it's because you have your pussy here and are scared to be more than you are,” spits out Trevor.

Evelyn stiffened, her boots sinking into the wet mud as she turned slowly. Standing near the tree line was Cynthia’s personal human assistant, a man named Henderson, flanked by two heavily armed rogue mercenaries. They weren't wearing Blackwood colors, but the silver-edged tactical knives at their vests made their allegiance perfectly clear. Cynthia hadn't left the territory; she had simply moved her pieces into the dark.

The smell of cigarettes, cosmetics, and alcohol enveloped the room. "Well done!" said Hendryx while giving me a high five. "Thank's!" I replied. As I mentioned before, Hendryx was The Boumerank bassist. He was also my guitar bass tutor as well as my rock superstar idol. Hendryx had an oval face with sunken eyes framed by long curly hair. As I recalled, every time I met him on various occasions, his hand could not escape the Johnnie Walker bottle. This time, he appeared topless in shiny black leather pants.

Doctor Greg screamed as Trevor pulled up the chair to an upright position. "I'll give you more reason to do that," Trevor chuckled darkly. Hoisting the bat to take another swing, he stopped midway and winced. The bat fell from his hand, which moved to grip his head. "Fuck!" He growled, turning to the doorway as his nose twitched. "You don't know how to resolve a conflict! Why the hell are you doing that to him?!" Kira yelled, stomping to where they were. "Because I wish to," Trevor grunted, the headache subsiding.

"Please!" Trent shrugs and lets out a sigh of defeat. "Fine! It's Jordan Henderson!" "Good job Becca," Tim tells me on the other end. "That's sad... We are going to miss him on the team. "First of all, I don't know who the hell Jordan Henderson is. "Yeah," he shrugs. Tim tells me to ask him something that makes my heart sink. Tim requests me to ask him about Sophie. I honestly wasn't expecting this. I go silent for a while then I finally gather up the strength quickly to ask him the question since time is not on our side and the cameras are on.