Maji-Man, free fiction by Tim Eagle : Part 2

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Today is Part 1 of the Maji-Man a very short story that can be read in its completion in my collection Full Shade (eBook only) buy it on godless or on Amazon, or wherever eBooks are sold. Thanks for reading, if you are enjoying the short tale, leave me a comment below, I love feedback! I hope the book lands on your TBR!

Maji-Man

The smell of smoke from the stacks of homes filled the sky. The crisp air increased the sense of smell. This task would be quick. He had to collect the masks of flesh, created by an evil man. He had to deliver the man to the tribe that brought him forth. They would cast the captured into the Strings where he would roam aimlessly but not without purpose. There was resolve for the hunted as well as the hunter. Maji-Man wanted to be free, released into a place he could call home, anyplace but where he was a slave to masters, forced to do their bidding. The task at hand took precedence; it was a pull so hard that he could never be too far from it. He continued forward. 

The shack ahead was tumbledown, worn wood shingles gray from age. Crooked haphazard shards barely concealed what was inside. Rotting gaps exposed amber light that flickered. Maji-Man approached with caution, he hunkered down next to the abode and peered through a crack. A canvas of flesh was on the wall, a serpent painted with blood, words scrawled childishly under the art. There was a single man inside the house, a tower of muscle, kneeling before a crackling fire. He muttered something incoherent. He took a knife from the sheath hanging from his belt, lifted it to the fire, mumbled something else, and took the knife to his tongue, splitting it vertically. Blood trickled from the mouth in a font of crimson. He swallowed the gore back into his throat and a laugh escaped, rattling the rickety walls. 

Maji-Man backed away to hide from view. He heard the man’s footfalls thumping on the floorboards as he paced. He knew he had the right man, but had to collect masks because that is what would help him escape. He looked back inside the hole and to the right and the masks dangled on rusty hooks. He counted nine of them, their faces oddly strewn in fleshy horror, all individual, all of them victims of the towering creature that had slit its tongue. 

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Tim Eagle

Tim Eagle is an author of the novellas Stolen Seed, Life Ship, and the Vasectomus Collection. He lives full time, on the road, with his wife, Maria and their dog, Cocoa. He grew up in Michigan and is inspired by the dysfunction of America. His books are available on Amazon, godless and this site timeaglefiction.com 

Maji-Man, free fiction by Tim Eagle