Posts Tagged ‘Korak

14
Sep
18

Trespass – archived

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13
Sep
18

The guys

Trespass

 

Epilogues

 

What were you supposed to do?  Your buddy goes off on a perilous trip  ..  and doesn’t return.  What you gonna do?  Leave him?  Rash, foolhardy  ..  his buddy was impetuous.  But bosom-buddies since forever  …..  how the hell could he not go looking?

Korak had had no choice

 

12
Sep
18

The tribe

Trespass

 

Epilogues

 

What was happening with their world?  It was crashing down around all their ears.  Security.  Commitment.  Devotion to the gods.  GONE!  Under threat.  Twice!  Two violations  ..  in one week.

And it had just got worse!

 

11
Sep
18

Guilt

Trespass

 

Regrets

 

True, that stupid challenge had been Nguana’s idea.  It was typical Nguana  ..  rash, impetulant  ..  fun.  Only this “fun” offended men’s deeply-held beliefs.  And the pair were made to pay.  It was only going to go one way  …….

When the chance came   …..  a chance to fight another day  …..  who would think twice?

 

10
Sep
18

Flight

Trespass

 

Regrets

 

He was the pin-up guy, he was the man of the moment.  For capturing the violator.  For lashing out at his bare hide with force.  A force that reflected the tribe’s hatred of the desecator.

He had the eye of every woman in the tribe.  And who could blame him for making the best of it?

 

09
Sep
18

Abandoned

Trespass

 

Regrets

 

Were they all sadists, this tribe?  All monsters?  What had Korak done?  To deserve this horror?  Every cell of his body alive with their pain.  He’d done wrong, in their eyes.  He’d come to rescue an injured friend.  In his eyes.

They thought he’d done wrong.  Enough to deserve this?

 

08
Sep
18

Flying

Trespass

 

Regrets

 

The shaman was communing.  Imploring the gods to be kind on the tribe.  Requiring of them what punishment for the offender they required.
The tribe trembled.  Fearful of the gods’ retribution.  They needed succour.  To drown their fears in hatred for this violator who had threatened their lives.

As chief he knew to give them what they needed.  Buried in the desecrator’s pains.

 

 




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