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Death-White (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- “The best vantage point is just over this rise,” said Kpleeb. His knuckle pointed ahead of the small, floating platform that Thoka sat on. The hillside sloped upward ahead of them and ended in a blue-grey sky. They were in the cool shadow now, but soon would be blinded by the sun … Continue reading Death-White (Caveman Chronicles)

Xinti (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Xit hummed silently to himself as he loped through the trees with his practiced gait. It was an easy speed, nothing that he could not maintain for a half a sun-cycle or more. Ahead of him a pace or three, Xer and Xuf moved through the underbrush in the same manner. Though … Continue reading Xinti (Caveman Chronicles)

The Seed (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Thoka stood silently as Kilow and Bre approached. The women appeared to be generally strong. Their bodies were toned and there was very little fat there. Kilow, though clearly the older of the women, was very fit and carried herself with a subdued confidence. Thoka looked toward the village and saw Molk … Continue reading The Seed (Caveman Chronicles)

An Understanding of Equals (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Bre looked up from Kpleeb’s bloody and matted hair to gaze at the cavewoman who had arrived with such an immense show of force. Though the fighting had stopped, there were groans of pain and labored breathing from many of the warriors that lay on the packed ground. Turning, she saw that … Continue reading An Understanding of Equals (Caveman Chronicles)

The Whipping They Deserve (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Thoka settled back on her throne. The seat cupped her back and sides comfortably, and the small platform the throne rested on swayed gently with her movement – just like a boat on calm water. In the distance, Kpleeb and the villagers ran in various directions as the strange natives pressed the … Continue reading The Whipping They Deserve (Caveman Chronicles)

A symphony of complex mystery

The pregnant pause of morning clouds Lowered in the sky A dim and distant roaring Tells of future by and by And then slowly come the raindrops Maybe one in every ten Soon with gusto they are falling The dust will soon be cleansed A cacophony of water A plethora of mist They descend upon … Continue reading A symphony of complex mystery

Defeat (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Kpleeb rested in the hut and thought about his conversations with Chief Kilow and Bre. Chief Kilow seemed grateful, and Bre appeared to accept the idea of trading food for knowledge. What can we teach her? Math maybe. He remembered his math lessons in the caves. Thoka had always been so much … Continue reading Defeat (Caveman Chronicles)

Pale Warrior (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Days and days went by, and Kpleeb became all too familiar with the hut. He paced and thought and he made small marks on one of the poles that held the hut roof in its upright position. This was a trick he had learned in the caves, but this time it was … Continue reading Pale Warrior (Caveman Chronicles)

Re-Capture (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Kpleeb awoke in the dark again. There was a faint wavering light on woven grass overhead, and he turned his head to the right. A wave of nausea bubbled to the surface of his consciousness, and in the background, a dull pain throbbed. He closed his eyes and waited a moment before … Continue reading Re-Capture (Caveman Chronicles)

Circumstance and Locale

In the cool, deep quiet lies a covering of stillness. There, unlike any other place, my soul finds rest. I turn, gently in place, with my eyes lifted up. The dark and otherworldly canopy radiates peace, and its ebb flows over me. I smile and close my eyes, opening up to the gentle and resolute … Continue reading Circumstance and Locale