A story I am Schreiben 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 Jahr 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 vorwärts-, nach vorn 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 oder 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?” sagte his older brother Shilah while throwing a dirty hemd, 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 hemd, shirt back at him.
“How do Du know? You’ve never been through it yet, don’t judge something until Du 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 gegeben 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 Du one day,” Shilah warned him as he walked out Koda’s bedroom.
Koda paid no attention to him.
Getting out of bett he walked over to his dresser to pull out the clothes he would wear that Tag 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 oder 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 vorwärts-, nach vorn to another Tag 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 küche 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 Von habit, he quietly snuck Von the küche door without being noticed and headed out the front door.
This is just the first chapter, let me know what Du think but please be kind with the comments.
Hell’s Outlaw
Chapter 1
In the town of Big Spring, Texas, a 12 Jahr 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 vorwärts-, nach vorn 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 oder 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?” sagte his older brother Shilah while throwing a dirty hemd, 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 hemd, shirt back at him.
“How do Du know? You’ve never been through it yet, don’t judge something until Du 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 gegeben 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 Du one day,” Shilah warned him as he walked out Koda’s bedroom.
Koda paid no attention to him.
Getting out of bett he walked over to his dresser to pull out the clothes he would wear that Tag 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 oder 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 vorwärts-, nach vorn to another Tag 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 küche 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 Von habit, he quietly snuck Von the küche door without being noticed and headed out the front door.
This is just the first chapter, let me know what Du think but please be kind with the comments.
The city of light was full of marchants and villagers. Elyon stood and gazed at them from the huge silver gate. And gurding the gate was two broad shouldered men, wearing bright white robes, that glowed from every angle.
"Excuse me?" the man with blonde hair asked. When Elyon took a shaky step forward, the men stared shocked at her.
"Elyon? What are Du doing outside the city?" The man asked. Elyon took in a deep sharp breath and took another shaky step forward. She still hadnt noticed that the vilagers were watching silently.
"Elyon...my name is..?she smiled and fell into the darknes, fainted. The two gaurds rushed to her aid, and the vilagers erupted into a panicky uproar
"Quick take her to Lady Alexsis!" the man with darker ahir nodded, picked up Elyon and disapered.
"Leo? What the hell is going on? This is a bad sign," an old man closest to the alone guard asked.
"I dont know," he muttered looking up at the schloss of light, "i really dont know,".
Kommentare PLZ
"Excuse me?" the man with blonde hair asked. When Elyon took a shaky step forward, the men stared shocked at her.
"Elyon? What are Du doing outside the city?" The man asked. Elyon took in a deep sharp breath and took another shaky step forward. She still hadnt noticed that the vilagers were watching silently.
"Elyon...my name is..?she smiled and fell into the darknes, fainted. The two gaurds rushed to her aid, and the vilagers erupted into a panicky uproar
"Quick take her to Lady Alexsis!" the man with darker ahir nodded, picked up Elyon and disapered.
"Leo? What the hell is going on? This is a bad sign," an old man closest to the alone guard asked.
"I dont know," he muttered looking up at the schloss of light, "i really dont know,".
Kommentare PLZ
The pain Du caused isn't what scarred me
The burning tears Du left me to shed isn't what burned me
Your last words aren't what hindered me
It was the Legend.
That endless struggle to win
To fight back
To not toss and turn in my bed
That secure feeling I had before you
To feel as a sharp as a pencil lead
Now that loneliness I feel without you
A constant reminder
Feeling my herz beat again
Done with the breathtaking moments
And the heart-skipping kisses
To breathe again
Over and Done with
It wasn't those tears
It wasn't those words
It wasn't all that pain Du left me to bare.
It wasn't the legend Du were when Du were here
But the legacy in my herz that Du left!
The burning tears Du left me to shed isn't what burned me
Your last words aren't what hindered me
It was the Legend.
That endless struggle to win
To fight back
To not toss and turn in my bed
That secure feeling I had before you
To feel as a sharp as a pencil lead
Now that loneliness I feel without you
A constant reminder
Feeling my herz beat again
Done with the breathtaking moments
And the heart-skipping kisses
To breathe again
Over and Done with
It wasn't those tears
It wasn't those words
It wasn't all that pain Du left me to bare.
It wasn't the legend Du were when Du were here
But the legacy in my herz that Du left!
There I was. *sigh* Just sitting there, waiting for him. Who? Du ask? My crush, Patrick Wellsiben, he was the one for me. Let alone, him being THE most beliebt boy in school, I was known as a loser. I was the omega of the wolf pack. What am I talking about? Nevermind. My conscience says "Ask him out!", but my guts say "Don't do it you! He's gonna say no!" I don't know what to do! He comes near me and says "Hey." I stand there like a scarecrow smiling. "I feel stupid." "So stupid." Why shouldn't I get the attention from populars? I have short, thick black hair, I wear tank tops all the time, regular jeans and converse. So much for fitting in.
It's Funny, I Use To Be Popular. At First Some People Loved Me And Others Hated Me. Now Everyone Hates Me. Even My Old Best Friends. Du See, I Always Found A Flaw In Everyone And Used It To Hurt Them. Not Physicly Hurt. I Made Them Feel Horrible About Them Selves. I Was The Reason Du Cried On The Way Home. The Reason Du Fake Sicked. Of Course Karma Came And Hit Me Like A Ton Of Bricks. I Try Hard To Be Nice, But No One At School Pays Attention To Me. Except Teachers. I Even Tried Sitting With My Old Friends.
"Hey, Guys!" I Said
"What Are Du Doing Here?" sagte Lexi Illing
"I Just Wanted To Sit With You."
"Well, Their's No Room"
"Yeah, Right There." I sagte Pointing To The Empty Chair At The End.
"Well," sagte Victoria Khan Placing Her Bücher On The Seat. "Now It's Taken."
Everyone Laughed. Except Me Of Course. I Just Walked Away. Wishing, I Had Never Been So Cruel.
"Hey, Guys!" I Said
"What Are Du Doing Here?" sagte Lexi Illing
"I Just Wanted To Sit With You."
"Well, Their's No Room"
"Yeah, Right There." I sagte Pointing To The Empty Chair At The End.
"Well," sagte Victoria Khan Placing Her Bücher On The Seat. "Now It's Taken."
Everyone Laughed. Except Me Of Course. I Just Walked Away. Wishing, I Had Never Been So Cruel.