Stories tagged “native american”

  • Old Elk's Buffalo Hunt

    Old Elk was the longest lived of all the elders of the tribe. His hair was the color of spring snow. His eyes danced even when the drums did not beat. He had seen seventy winters, and was called Great Grandfather by any in the village who wished to par...

    • Author: Bob Liddil
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Mayflower: Winter Silence

    Pametum had been keeping a watchful eye on the large ship ever since it floated into the bay and dropped anchor. It had not moved from that location in many moonfalls. The cold months had come and gone, and the water was beginning to shed its ice. Soon...

    • Author: Empty J
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Mayflower: The Approach

    Pametum stood and signaled to Kautonbe and Yespilou, huddled in their winter furs at the foot of a nearby hill. Raising a single hand and gesturing to the sea behind him, Pametum indicated that he was taking the canoe out to the ship anchored in the di...

    • Author: Empty J
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
  • Mayflower: First Visitor

    The canoe glided next to the large wooden ship, the small rippling waves knocking a few floating hunks of ice into the hull with hollow thumps. Pametum looked up at the frosted, weather-beaten structure that towered over his tiny canoe – even sta...

    • Author: Empty J
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Burning Husk

    The thermometer’s red vein pulsated and read 113 as I walked towards the heat. The blue flames consume the propane fumes, as they turn slowly orange. Carefully I place corn on the grill, each carefully wrapped in husk by nature, spaced evenly two fin...

    • Author: N. Jim
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Mayflower: Fight or Flight

    Pametum took a quick step back, raising his knife and holding it horizontally in a defensive position. The stone man across the deck let out another low grumble and, with some effort, took a lumbering step towards him. His movement was stiff and awkwar...

    • Author: Empty J
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • Chuchip (part 1)

    Lowering onto the land, an eagle soared. The tangerine sun was sinking into the horizon as a call echoed past him through the tall, speckled trees. Aponi was a beautiful girl, just old enough to bare children. She was virtuous, too. Chuchip decided she...

  • Chuchip (part 2)

    Only Chuchip’s closest friend knew of his secret hiding place. He found Chuchip there. “Chuchip, why do you cry so much?” “My sweet Ashkii, I don’t know why I cry. Don’t tell the others. Don’t tell my father.&#...

  • Chuchip (part 3)

    Chuchip shook the tears away until they retreated to the pit of his stomach. Ashkii laughed, “I plan on promising myself, too, soon. Maka… she’s pretty and so tough, especially for a woman. I like that. I will make my offering a day a...

  • Chuchip (part 4)

    “I take it back!” Chuchip stood and started climbing his way down his cliff. Ashkii was worried. Chuchip was normally such a sweet spirit, always moving with grace and time. He had never even raised his voice to Ashkii before. What could be...

  • Chuchip (part 5)

    Seven days later, Aponi waited with the rest of the tribe. They waited for Chuchip, but he never came. “Chuchip hasn’t been seen all week long.” Aponi heard someone whisper in the gathering. She started to shed tears. They fell onto t...

  • Chuchip (part 6)

    A huge stag, strong and glowing with power, found Aponi’s eyes. “I know you.” She whispered. He craned his neck and sighed. She slowly walked toward the beast and held out her hand. “Please don’t run away.” He didn&#...

  • Chuchip (part 7)

    The Mother Moon granted Ashkii his wish, but in return took his life. Another crater sunk into her rough skin, just for him as all who use the blade to ease their pain do. All that was left of him on Earth was his body. The water washed onto the shore,...

  • Chuchip (part 8--commentary)

    I imagine the boy and the stag meeting again… Maybe they’d meet somewhere and how through the clouds and passed Earth’s binds. Where there are no birds or butterflies… only the two of them, in different shapes and forms. Perhaps...

  • Berries and Deer

    The grey-painted trees quietly shook their leaves from their stiff arms. The shivers were brought about by the cool breath of fall & the bugs that roamed around the roots of the trees found warmth beneath the tired earth. Atman and his daughter, Ec...