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The Xi (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- It had been a long night, and Kpleeb was exhausted. Despite his dulled senses and achingly wooden legs, a list of penetrating worries gnawed at his mind. What if Jariit escaped the bonds? What if Zara fell asleep and it has killed her? What if I missed some wreckage and there is … Continue reading The Xi (Caveman Chronicles)

Jariit (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- The angle split slowly revealing a small compartment. Inside was a compartment that was lit by a gentle, white glow. The entity that was reclined nearly onto its back began to move. The figure that stepped out of the fissure was thin and pale and reminded Kpleeb of Uuiit. They were certainly … Continue reading Jariit (Caveman Chronicles)

Dangerous Angles (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Kpleeb tripped as he crossed the threshold. He landed on his knees and palms and skidded painfully to a stop. It was a momentary and blinding pain, but hopped up quickly. “Zara!” he hollered at the trees that blocked the cave mouth from the outside world. Tears wet his face, and his … Continue reading Dangerous Angles (Caveman Chronicles)

Awake Preludium

A raging night dawns, the first in my life time. My bones crackle like wildfire. I was told it would be so. On the edge of the world, I gaze at the approaching cloud. Its impenetrable dust glistens and blinds my sight, blocking the echoes of eternity.A pulse. The strain on my soul increases, and … Continue reading Awake Preludium

The Mortal Wound (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Kpleeb woke with a start. Eyes open, he stared up from his bed. There was nothing to see but the deep of night. His ears scanned the darkness for any sign of what might have awakened him. His turned his head and heard only the crinkling of the dry straw under his … Continue reading The Mortal Wound (Caveman Chronicles)

Our Deeded Plot

Nature waits with breath abatedHeaven’s rising understatedThenceforth comes the morning glowThe imperceptible undertowOf dawn commencing Birds take song in dusky gloomOf Sun’s bright and blazing doomIt’s cheery rays provides us powerAnd sends us hope at every hourOf reward contending The sun that fuels our terrible fightUntil the time our souls take flightWith Him to seize … Continue reading Our Deeded Plot

Defensive Preparations (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- “You saw another death white?!” Kpleeb slammed his hand on one of the wall posts. “And he saw you!? I can’t believe you did that!” “Kpleeb, we were trying things out. How were we supposed to know what would happen? Anyway, it wasn’t actually there with us. It was… I don’t know, … Continue reading Defensive Preparations (Caveman Chronicles)

A Return to Uuiit’s House (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Thoka closed her eyes, and carefully handled the stone that Zara had given her. It was crude in shape. A cavechild’s fist could envelope its rocky roundness, but it was no mere rock. The rough and uneven ridges scraped against her palm. Just a day ago, when Thoka and Kpleeb had returned … Continue reading A Return to Uuiit’s House (Caveman Chronicles)

Silica Dust (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Kpleeb limped out of the trees when everything went quiet in the street. There was an odd haze at ankle level that was slowly sinking into the ground. Several white-faced warriors lay in haphazard pools and splatters of blood, bones clearly shattered. Ahead lay Thoka on her back. The bile rose in … Continue reading Silica Dust (Caveman Chronicles)

Thursday Night at Melwin’s

It was half past six when I stumbled through the wooden door of Melwin’s pub. I figured I would grab a bite to eat during our monthly meeting, maybe some lamb hash with a side of parsnip. Generally, Thart (the chimp) was there well before I arrived. He liked to spend about an hour before … Continue reading Thursday Night at Melwin’s