The Curse of the Dark Cornfield: A Tale of a Lone Star

By Patrick Majik

It will either persist or end today, the inauspicious day years of bad luck will cease to foreshadow the remaining bands of Eastern Cherokee tribes of Native Indians residing the Great Smoky Mountains.
Hope will eventually come, that’s if the Great Book of Prophecies is anything to go by. Interpreting its confusing texts was one thing and finding its key missing pages was another. Regardless they needed a solution to their debilitating and horrific predicament. Beginning to find themselves in a desperate situation and can no longer tolerate the prevailing evil of the cornfield, they would resort to unspeakable means in their trial and error approach to their enduring predicament.
It’s about time the prophesied one shows up, but Kolọ couldn’t possibly be the her. A twelve-year-old hearing and speech impaired girl couldn't possibly be the handmaid of the gods.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Patrick Majik
• Release date: Mar 3, 2019

Patrick Majik

Born Patrick Abiose on the 17th of November. Son of a Naval officer and his mother a chief matron. He was struck with Infantile Paralysis at a tender age, which due to his ailment left him walking with a limp, and spending significant portions of his growing years in various hospitals undergoing one corrective surgery after the other.Often alone and by himself Patrick Majik lived in books often finding solace in them, and wanting to become a writer himself, which spurred him into writing his first book about how memories have a personality of their own —The Memoirs of a Forgotten, which he wrote entirely in pencil and a 2A exercise book.

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THE CURSE OF THE DARK CORNFIELD

A Tale of a Lone Star

PATRICK MAJIK

This book is a work of fiction and, except in the case of historical fact, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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FOR MY MUSE, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE…

There is no sacrifice greater than letting go of the one thing you never had…

CONTENTS

Chapter I –A child is born, but not unto us

Chapter II – One man’s poison, another’s relish

Chapter III – The flow of the wind

Chapter IV – A strange occurrence

Chapter V – A deathly heist

Chapter VI – A grave deception

Chapter VII – A rather unexpected journey

Chapter VIII – A day of reckoning

Chapter IX – Impairment is no determent

Chapter X – An unending…

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CHAPTER I

A child is born, but not unto us

TODAY IS THE DAY, the day years of bad luck will cease to threaten the denizens of the Great Smoky Mountains, or at least so they thought, as they crammed the premises of The First Beloved Man or The Uku as the Principal Chief is often referred as in the native Cherokee tongue. With great expectations and glee in their eyes, they rammed the perimeter awaiting the news of the infant child; the boy who would go on to become the new didanawisgi; or The spirit leader ordained by the gods, and would one day lift their hopes and successfully perform the fire dance ritual.

Dark, sullen and windy, the weather seemed to bear witness to the intensity of this day, looking turgid and very pregnant with the fate of the entire village in its belly. Seconds passed into minutes and minutes escalated into hours as they continued waiting outside the premises of the Uku.

The long-awaited moment came no longer than they had expected as the Chief Priest, a slightly older looking man possibly in his late fifties known as Nukana mounted the stage. A light breeze grazed past his hair, revealing his grey with age side hairs, looking tense with unpredictable eyes. His visage stolid, and uneasy like one bearing news of uncertainty. The teeming crowd abruptly fell silent. It was the long-awaited moment of truth whose outcome would forever change the lives of the native Cherokees as they knew it.

The fairly sturdy looking man adjusted his long draping breech fabric and feather caps, leaving his partially shaved head bare, with a loose and a long enough scalp lock running amok around his neck and upper body. The paintings and markings on his face easily gave away his occupation as the Village’s Chief Priest without a second glance. Looking somewhat exaggerated and overstated in his mannerisms.

He opened his mouth for some brief moment attempting to say something before restraining himself keeping mute. It was any one’s guess what he was about to say, owing to his personality for having an appetite for sulkiness. With his conscience pricking, he hoped to the gods not to fail. He took an uneasy stand as he mounted the raised platform, waiting to announce both the name and gender of the child as is