Stories tagged “Indian”

  • Well of Endless Sorrow

    The well’s weathered rock, crumbling mortar and sickly-green moss that extended down into the earth had seen the passage of over 250 years. No one knew how deep it was or even who dug it. It had simply always been there, even mentioned in Jackvil...

    • Author: Stoner
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Well at Jackville

    There was feeling of dread that hung over the well like a storm cloud. Most people would sense it but couldn’t explain it – one of those weird sensations they write off as soon as they leave. Peter not only sensed it, he studied it. Peering...

    • Author: Stoner
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
  • A Dash of This...

    Her fingers were bony and thin, stained a permanent yellow gold from digging the tips in the turmeric paste. Her hair smelled of mint and cinnamon from the wash she made to cover her premature gray, her feet of rosemary from the soak she gave them at e...

    • Author: Brandi Auset
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Shawnee Ritual 2

    “I’m not afraid to die. My only wish now is to rescue Mishawaka, your daughter. I’ll sing my own death song with gladness in my heart and travel with the great elk to meet the Creator if that is my path.” Chief Elkhart walked ne...

  • My Inner Indian

    Before there was such a thing as political correctness, there was YMCA summer camp. Once a year, between the ending and beginning of school, I and 100 of my city’s rowdiest ragamuffins were bussed out to the South Carolina pine woods and divided ...

    • Author: Bob Liddil
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Fighting Fire With Fire

    Dense smoke floated heavily on the sea air while cannons barked and cannon balls whistled through the air. The calm of the sea was disproportionate to the battle that raged in it. Two ships faced off. One bore the flag of the East India Trading Company...

  • The Ojibwe

    Vomit spread out from the kneeling form of Noah like a surrealist painting. The fire had gone to embers, and the wind was cold in his sweat soaked hair and clothes. Christ! What was that? A noise from the forest line startled him. A man emerged. Vomit ...

    • Author: zxvasdf
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • Clinging to New Need

    Still half watching the game that would decide the fate of his fifty bucks, Brad answered his cell, “Hello, this is…” A breathy voice cut him off, “I need you.” Eyes wide, he checked the phone. Unlisted number, already hun...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Forced to Flee (Day 50)

    Bahula looked at her hands in confusion. They didn’t look any different to her. No sign of smoke or flame marked her deep brown skin. Charlotte grabbed her by the upper arm. “Come on, let’s go firestarter. We don’t want to be ar...