Kambi Stories Novels & Stories

Prologue Kanua Village, Zambia; January, 1991 There was a murderous glow in the eyes of the ten year old Luyando Chimeko as she stood watch over her drunk and passed out father snoring away on the mat inside the tent that a good Samaritan had lent to them which they had come to regard as their home for the past one week.

Cocking the head towards me, he said briefly, “Approximately six thousand and seven hundred years ago.” I took a deep breath. “During that period the Mandara Mountains were also the habitat of another tribe called Kambojas. The Kambojas were fierce warriors, skilled in horse-ride and cavalry warfare. Some of them were robber tribes who invaded village-settlements, killing, raping and looting.” He then looked up and closed his eyes. He stayed that way for several seconds before continuing, “My granddaughter, in one of her previous births was a Kambuja and you, a Kinnara, were her husband for a few hours.”

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

Kammi left this morning to drop our latest deal with one of our regular clients , he was one of the ones i took off my Brother and father on my rebellious stage before i realised i was actually really good at it , not everyone thinks like my family . Eastern European men are the most backwards thinking in the way they think all women should be pregnant and chained to the kitchen sink . If I am honest with myself , making an example of the Kocak family for their disrespect and the fact they tried to steal my merchandise and kidnapped Kammi to hold him against me thinking I would panic and hand over all our weapons . Well that didn't end well for the three generations of their family that are

Kamdiri calmly said to Kambiri, trying to calm him down because he also can figure out that Kambiri is not in an ordinary mood anymore "Solution from where exactly! where do you want us to go and seek this solution from, when you have tarnished the little solution we have!" Kambiri asked with an angry voice as he grabs Kamdi on his cloth using his hands "Kambi calm down please, look, I have already killed him and he is not returning back, just calm down let's get out of this place first, we must surely find a solution, I promise you that" Kamdiri calms him down.

The Underground Fighter The underground fight club smelled like blood, sweat, and cheap beer. Concrete walls, dim red lights, and a chain-link cage in the center where two men were beating the shit out of each other. The crowd roared every time a punch landed. I stood near the back, notebook hidden in my jacket, trying to look like I belonged. My name is Caleb. Twenty-four. Rich kid turned journalist, chasing a story on the illegal fight scene for a big exposé. I was not supposed to be here. But the deeper I dug, the more I needed to see it for myself.

The forest drank the light. June pushed through veils of thorn and creeper, her booted feet sinking into the soft, rotting loam. The air was thick and cold, carrying the scent of wet earth and something else, something ancient and metallic. The stories called this place the Cursed Wood, a place where hunters did not return. June clutched the haft of her throwing axe, her knuckles white. She was not here for game. She was here for the beast, the shadow that was said to tear livestock and men apart with equal indifference.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning cutting across the room through the high window, followed by the crack of thunder. The sound of heavy rain could be heard hitting the metal roofing. It was now dark and I was in darkness. No lighting. I felt terribly hurt and abused. At this moment , I missed my parents so much. My mind flashed back to the many times my mother had shown that kind of love only a mother is capable of. I remember when mum had grabbed fearlessly the head of a snake and thrown it off me on one occasion we went out camping by the seaside . I had been fast asleep when the snake climbed onto the bed. Luckily mummy was just stepping in after sitting outside for some time to enj