A story I am writing about a American Indian boy of the Comanche tribe in Texas. He his cursed with a supernatural evil but will have to confront his demon and the master of the underworld realm which has plans for his curse...
Hell’s Outlaw
Chapter 1
In the town of Big Spring, Texas, a 12 year old Comanche Indian boy named Koda awoke that Saturday morning with a feeling of dread and excitement.
As with any boy approaching their 13th birthday in his tribe, he was to prepare for his spiritual quest but unlike the others before him, he did not look forward to it.
He has spent many arguments with his elders rejecting the ritual; he did not think that his generation no longer needed this.
How was going out into the wilderness with nothing to sustain him or even have shelter going to give him spiritual maturity?
Labeled a rebel within his family, he was determined to go against everything he was taught but of course he was excited to turn 13, what kid wouldn’t be?
“You still goin’ on that strike against your family Kode?” said his older brother Shilah while throwing a dirty shirt in his face.
“I’m not going against my family, just some stupid ritual that ain’t gonna do a thing for me,” he replied throwing the shirt back at him.
“How do you know? You’ve never been through it yet, don’t judge something until you know what it’s about.”
Shilah of course was considered the “good” brother who revered everything about their family.
He went on his spiritual quest and came back as he portrayed “a mature man” and even says he discovered his spiritual guide being a hawk.
He even went as far as to have an image of a hawk tattooed on his back.
Koda saw him as nothing but an arrogant big brother who believed he knew everything about life.
“I don’t need to experience something to know what something is; this stupid ritual is nothing but a superstition that does nothing but maybe teach me how to live homeless since you’re not given anything to live out there.”
Shilah just shook his head in frustration with his little brother. He knew he was young and still had a lot to learn but he knew he could do nothing to convince him.
If their wise grandfather couldn’t do it than who could?
“You know that arrogant attitude of yours is going to come back to haunt you one day,” Shilah warned him as he walked out Koda’s bedroom.
Koda paid no attention to him.
Getting out of bed he walked over to his dresser to pull out the clothes he would wear that day for his work at the garage.
His reflection in the mirror that was screwed on the head board of his dresser caught his attention.
Every time he looked at himself he could always see or sense something about himself that wasn’t right.
His appearance was normal, thick black hair down to his neck, big brown eyes that fit perfectly to his rectangular shaped face with a strong jaw that gave him the appearance that he was older than 12. Early puberty was to be thanked for that.
But above all, he always seemed suspicious of himself.
He often shrugged it off as a fear that his family tried to scare him with that he was born with a curse that made him so rebellious but he knew better.
But sometimes he considered their claims about him but how could he be cursed?
The only thing he was cursed with is the ability to ignore family superstition.
Finally dressed, he headed out to his dirt bike in the garage, looking forward to another day of being a motorcycle mechanic.
He was the youngest to work at Bone’s Custom Texas Choppers but since the owner Achak “Bone” Sakima was his uncle, he just got lucky with the family ticket.
Walking past the kitchen he could hear his mother preparing breakfast but he was in no mood for eating especially around his mother who every time he came near her she should always start crying and rambling how she could have raised such a stubborn son.
Almost by habit, he quietly snuck by the kitchen door without being noticed and headed out the front door.
This is just the first chapter, let me know what you think but please be kind with the comments.
Hell’s Outlaw
Chapter 1
In the town of Big Spring, Texas, a 12 year old Comanche Indian boy named Koda awoke that Saturday morning with a feeling of dread and excitement.
As with any boy approaching their 13th birthday in his tribe, he was to prepare for his spiritual quest but unlike the others before him, he did not look forward to it.
He has spent many arguments with his elders rejecting the ritual; he did not think that his generation no longer needed this.
How was going out into the wilderness with nothing to sustain him or even have shelter going to give him spiritual maturity?
Labeled a rebel within his family, he was determined to go against everything he was taught but of course he was excited to turn 13, what kid wouldn’t be?
“You still goin’ on that strike against your family Kode?” said his older brother Shilah while throwing a dirty shirt in his face.
“I’m not going against my family, just some stupid ritual that ain’t gonna do a thing for me,” he replied throwing the shirt back at him.
“How do you know? You’ve never been through it yet, don’t judge something until you know what it’s about.”
Shilah of course was considered the “good” brother who revered everything about their family.
He went on his spiritual quest and came back as he portrayed “a mature man” and even says he discovered his spiritual guide being a hawk.
He even went as far as to have an image of a hawk tattooed on his back.
Koda saw him as nothing but an arrogant big brother who believed he knew everything about life.
“I don’t need to experience something to know what something is; this stupid ritual is nothing but a superstition that does nothing but maybe teach me how to live homeless since you’re not given anything to live out there.”
Shilah just shook his head in frustration with his little brother. He knew he was young and still had a lot to learn but he knew he could do nothing to convince him.
If their wise grandfather couldn’t do it than who could?
“You know that arrogant attitude of yours is going to come back to haunt you one day,” Shilah warned him as he walked out Koda’s bedroom.
Koda paid no attention to him.
Getting out of bed he walked over to his dresser to pull out the clothes he would wear that day for his work at the garage.
His reflection in the mirror that was screwed on the head board of his dresser caught his attention.
Every time he looked at himself he could always see or sense something about himself that wasn’t right.
His appearance was normal, thick black hair down to his neck, big brown eyes that fit perfectly to his rectangular shaped face with a strong jaw that gave him the appearance that he was older than 12. Early puberty was to be thanked for that.
But above all, he always seemed suspicious of himself.
He often shrugged it off as a fear that his family tried to scare him with that he was born with a curse that made him so rebellious but he knew better.
But sometimes he considered their claims about him but how could he be cursed?
The only thing he was cursed with is the ability to ignore family superstition.
Finally dressed, he headed out to his dirt bike in the garage, looking forward to another day of being a motorcycle mechanic.
He was the youngest to work at Bone’s Custom Texas Choppers but since the owner Achak “Bone” Sakima was his uncle, he just got lucky with the family ticket.
Walking past the kitchen he could hear his mother preparing breakfast but he was in no mood for eating especially around his mother who every time he came near her she should always start crying and rambling how she could have raised such a stubborn son.
Almost by habit, he quietly snuck by the kitchen door without being noticed and headed out the front door.
This is just the first chapter, let me know what you think but please be kind with the comments.
Silent shadows in the dead of night.
Ghostly girls whisper "everything's alright."
Dark and lonely in the space provided,
Gets the little boys exited.
The screech of the staircase as each boy took a step, Awaken the parents of the girls whom are kept.
The boys have shivers down there spine,
Seems like the girls lied when they said everything was fine.
The boys run fast away, sadly only one shall stay.
The whistle blew and time came few, so who shall it be? Sadly the boys wished the ghostly girls they couldn't see.
Down through the halls they giggled with glee, for they had a new toy that was as precious as me.
Ghostly girls whisper "everything's alright."
Dark and lonely in the space provided,
Gets the little boys exited.
The screech of the staircase as each boy took a step, Awaken the parents of the girls whom are kept.
The boys have shivers down there spine,
Seems like the girls lied when they said everything was fine.
The boys run fast away, sadly only one shall stay.
The whistle blew and time came few, so who shall it be? Sadly the boys wished the ghostly girls they couldn't see.
Down through the halls they giggled with glee, for they had a new toy that was as precious as me.
This world, is so ignorant and blind,
"Greed and Power" has altered our lives,
What happened to the will to live freely and in peace??
I'll tell you what.. It's Man and his Greed.
Man made money.
Man invented time.
They use this, to keep us in line.
To keep us busy, while they do fuck all,
Just collect the money you've worked your arse off for.
There's no such thing as freedom,
As we're forever in their grasp,
Fuck sake people..
Get your head out your ass!
Stand up! Speak up! Let it be Heard!
Together as One.
We can change the World!
Put it how it should of been..
Long before time.
All I ask, is to open your eyes.
Look back in History, open your mind,
It all adds up, you'll soon realise.
Prove what a Man truly is..
Courageous, Strong, Loyal in his word.
Be a Man.
Stand up to this corrupt fucking world.
"Greed and Power" has altered our lives,
What happened to the will to live freely and in peace??
I'll tell you what.. It's Man and his Greed.
Man made money.
Man invented time.
They use this, to keep us in line.
To keep us busy, while they do fuck all,
Just collect the money you've worked your arse off for.
There's no such thing as freedom,
As we're forever in their grasp,
Fuck sake people..
Get your head out your ass!
Stand up! Speak up! Let it be Heard!
Together as One.
We can change the World!
Put it how it should of been..
Long before time.
All I ask, is to open your eyes.
Look back in History, open your mind,
It all adds up, you'll soon realise.
Prove what a Man truly is..
Courageous, Strong, Loyal in his word.
Be a Man.
Stand up to this corrupt fucking world.
I stare
He returns the glare
His eyes are focused
His lips are clear
One must live
While the other disappears
Life is short
but this is shorter
Time stops
My life flashes nonstop
He spends
as i watch
Its too late to cheerish this moment
Before i know it
It stops
the gun has choosen
Its next victim
This game
has no winner
one dies
while the other survives
but maybe not for long
He would play again
with a different partner
He might even lose
And pay the price
With his life
Think about that, next time you play
We have settled the argument
no more disagreement
We know who must
Pay the price
The gun has choosen
And it picked . . .
CA-POW . . . me.
He returns the glare
His eyes are focused
His lips are clear
One must live
While the other disappears
Life is short
but this is shorter
Time stops
My life flashes nonstop
He spends
as i watch
Its too late to cheerish this moment
Before i know it
It stops
the gun has choosen
Its next victim
This game
has no winner
one dies
while the other survives
but maybe not for long
He would play again
with a different partner
He might even lose
And pay the price
With his life
Think about that, next time you play
We have settled the argument
no more disagreement
We know who must
Pay the price
The gun has choosen
And it picked . . .
CA-POW . . . me.
This is a play I wrote.
There are three acts.
I'll add the next two later.
(scene 1)
(enter Gabby and Conner, who appear to be arguing)
Gabby: For real, Conner, I really don't trust Anna. (shakes her head)
Conner: Really, Gabby, her parents founded the church. How can you not trust her?
Gabby: Steve and Sherry helped too.
(enter Anna)
Gabby: (death glares at Anna, but goes unnoticed)
Anna: So, Conner, are you talking to yourself or something?
Gabby: (clenches her fists, runs silently out of the room)
There are three acts.
I'll add the next two later.
(scene 1)
(enter Gabby and Conner, who appear to be arguing)
Gabby: For real, Conner, I really don't trust Anna. (shakes her head)
Conner: Really, Gabby, her parents founded the church. How can you not trust her?
Gabby: Steve and Sherry helped too.
(enter Anna)
Gabby: (death glares at Anna, but goes unnoticed)
Anna: So, Conner, are you talking to yourself or something?
Gabby: (clenches her fists, runs silently out of the room)