Who am I?
I am a writer, history teacher, and martial arts master with an interest in science fiction and fantasy. With the help of this blog, I would like to share my passion with people near and far. The following excerpts are from my upcoming book "I call him HIM"
Why have I felt this way ever since I first saw her? I feel like I've come out of a long sleep, and for the first time I can see light at the end of the tunnel. For so long all I can remember is death. It almost seems as if death was alive and that he is me. It is all I have seen, and it is all I have known. From the time I woke, until the time I went to bed, all I would think about is killing. I would thirst for death like someone dying of dehydration. I would hunger for it like someone who is starving.
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From Chapter 1 of "I call him HIM"
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look at my wife, and I see my own reflection in her eyes. I see fear on my face. I see pain.
My wife turns to liquid and melts away from my hands. Quickly, I look at my daughter and start to
run toward her. Every step is like
quicksand, and no matter how hard I try I can't get any closer. She opens the shelter door and starts to scream.
I feel the pain absorb me. It cuts into my bones and tears my soul
away. A path opens to my right drenched
in darkness. It calls to me, and I know
that if I take it my pain will be gone forever.
I also know that if I take it, my memories of my family will be lost
forever. I try to fight it, but I can't
endure the pain. I am too weak. I have failed them. I choose the dark path.....
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Instantly the warrior was up again and sprinting into the horde, sliding from side to side like a skater on the bloody field, both swords moving in a figure-eight motion, cutting out a corridor of both flesh and fear as demons tried to flee but could find no recourse but death.
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Those toward the back, who hadn't yet entered the fray, couldn't help but stand in amazement as they watched the eloquent skill of the warrior monk. They could only wonder how an old man could possibly move the way that he did. He sidestepped every attack as it attempted to knock on the doors of his defense, but the only answer it received was death from the point of his sword. He was a whirlwind of chaos, removing hands and arms at every opportunity, the limbs falling to the earth, creating a picket fence of the dead.
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villages we come across are completely destroyed, but there have been a few
where every structure is left intact.
This village was a combination of both.
On the east side, there were several structures still standing; some of
these were even more than one level in height.
Almost all of the windows were broken. The shards of glass that remained
looked like hungry fangs ready to attack.
Doors were missing or hanging by a few threads on their hinges. Most of the roofs were gone, and the ones
that remained sagged or twisted inward, like some kind of deformity hoping to
be put out of its misery. In all its
awkwardness, at least the east side had remained with a small essence of its
former self. The west side was nothing
more than a crumbling mess of chaos.
Nothing remained standing. It was
littered with broken concrete and debris, melancholy, and deserted of life.
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He swung his swords so quickly that the Leader couldn't even see the movement, but he could hear the sound, and it brought a smile to his face. When steel breaks it makes a distinctive ringing pop, and this is what the Leader heard. One second the dark warrior held two powerful swords. A moment later he backed away, only holding two hilts in his hands.
Relieved, the Leader shouted to the warrior, "You have fought bravely. The Master honors you by giving you the privilege of meeting him. Surrender and your life will be spared."
Defiantly, the dark warrior glared at him and gave his response by dropping into a cross-legged position, with his arms spread out behind him like wings. The Leader could see that his hands formed a clutching position and recognized the stance from old kung fu movies. This was Eagle Claw.
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It was like a mouth of impenetrable blackness, as the young girl entered the damp, cold snake that wound its way under the worms and other bugs that crawled above. The echoes of footsteps were the only thing to relieve the loneliness inside the giant serpent as their sound rebounded off the walls. Shadows dissolved as quickly as they appeared, giving her nothing but darkness to look forward to.
From "I call him HIM" Chapter 22 - The Sewers
Raising his voice, the Leader said, "My Master would like to meet you. He has sent us to escort you to him. Remove your weapons and come peacefully, or face the consequences."
"The only consequence will be your death, but I will save you for last, so the fear can mount as your army diminishes before you," the dark figure responded in a calm, calculating voice.
As soon as the last syllable left the dark figure's tongue, he attacked. The Leader watched in awe as this man moved faster than anything he had ever seen. Pulling his bow out, he notched an arrow, and fired, all in one motion. It seemed as soon as one arrow hit its mark, another was already being released. Before the Leader could even give the command to attack, five of his soldiers lay dead.
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as far as you could see, the ground around it was blanketed with ash and
charcoal. Sometimes the wind would swoop
in with all its hatred and churn mini dust devils of death. To look upon it gave you a feeling of raw
sorrow. What once gave life to so many
souls was now nothing more than a graveyard without markers. The only tombstone was the tower, standing
alone, reaching its claws up into the dark clouds a thousand feet away.
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My name is Scott Kimak and I'm from Harlingen Texas.
The idea for "I call him - HIM" came to me nearly forty years ago when I was only thirteen years old. At that time I tried to write the first page and failed miserably. Flash forward to the summer of 2018. I decided to give it a second shot and the words just wouldn't stop coming.
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