SammoSun McNugget
Bio
I just want to be more creative and well I haven’t been having the greatest life rn, but I’m trying.
Stories (3/0)
Native American Indians
Hello, I am a Native American man that originally lived in Oklahoma. There are many different tribes that live here in the United States. I am apart of the Comanche tribe. My people are a dying race, our numbers are small and are steadily declining. Native Americans will be in the verge of extinction at some point in the near futur. You may think well we can just repopulate, but it’s harder than that. We are a race that is over looked and mistreated even to this day. We are profiled by many people that know we still exist. I had went to middle school in the country rural area of Oklahoma, and when I went to American history, they talked like the Native People have already died off. The reservations are no place for someone to live, but there are many native people that still live on them. The reservations aren’t owned my the tribe thst lives in it. The U.S government own it. The people on the reservations can’t change or plant anything because they don’t own it, there is no vegetation that grows on most reservations, just dirt and sand mostly. No businesses where people can work to try and make money to leave the reservation exists. When someone tries to leave the reservation for a vacation or to visit family they are immediately stopped by a cop that just basically lives outside of the Rez. There is so much suicid and alcoholism in the reservations because of the depressive state of mind they have to endure. Personally I have been to many reservations throughout the years and have been so shocked every time I drive through and visit one. Leaving a reservation almost every time I get stopped by a cop and then ask where I’m going and then saying “your not supposed to be leaving your home” . I am so disappointed in the United States for treating a group of people like this. We are basically segregated from the world and have no way of leaving a reservation to find a better life. I would go into statistics over the death Native Americans, but I won’t because you can look it up yourself. We are top rated in many things when it comes to death, even tho we are the smallest number of people. My people have been done wrong and I don’t think there is a way to help us now. I am so proud of my culture, but what is my culture going to do when there is no more of us. My people are calling for help and no one is listening. I have experienced racism my whole life, just because I’m Native American. Life is really hard for me even though I don’t live on the reservation, but I do want to make the reservations a better place to live so that there won’t be as much depression or alcoholism or suicide. I join the army and even hear everyone thinks that Native Americans of died out. Once the knowledge of native Americans have been put out there, Then I believe that our lives will be a little bit easier and people start seeing us again in big cities and it won’t be as rare for us to show up to events. Native Americans are so separate from each other that it’s hard to get them all to come together. Native Americans need help I need help. If my culture is gone I don’t know who would care. If my culture is gone I don’t know who would care, because there is no one to preserve it in the first place. Help us. We really need it.
By SammoSun McNugget4 years ago in The Swamp
Taken by Fairies
There are many ways I could try and explain to you what had happened to me, but I’ll just start from the beginning. Me and my family are taking a trip to the mountains about an hour away. I live in Oklahoma so there isn’t many places for us to go. I’m about 12 years old on this trip. We stop and eat sandwiches that we packed for the trip and take a look at the scenery every once in a while, before we actually get to our destination. We have made it to the mountain and we’re about to hike up, there’s at least five of us, my grandma me my sister my dad and my granddad. It’s not too bad of a hike on like maybe one or 2 miles and with no real rugged terrain. Me being curious I decided to wander off halfway up the mountain. Thinking that I can just make it back with no problem, and well I get lost. I felt like I walked for hours and he will try to make it back to the car but I just couldn’t find it or them. I notice it starts to get dark outside, and while I’m wandering around looking for my family I end up running into a small pond with lots of vegetation and flowers of all different kinds. I don’t know what it was but I started to hear something in the back of my head telling me to get closer. It was like someone shut the sun off whenever I got close enough to the pond, there was no moon just darkness. Little balls of light started to rise from the water, And start to fly towards me. There’s a conflict going on in my mind because i’m not scared but scared. There has to be at least 20 small balls of light that are floating in front of me. I keep hearing small voices in the back of my head, just realizing that The voices in the back of my head or actually The small balls of light in front of me. They’re all talking to me but it seems I can talk to all of them at once. I don’t remember the questions they asked me and I don’t remember the answers that I gave them, I wish I did. They kept me for what seemed like weeks or maybe even months. I started to see my body change, like I was getting older or more mature. The longer I stay the more Time started to speed up. The fairies look like they were just playing on top of the pond the whole time. Before I knew it I was an old man. I was so confused I started to look at my body and wonder what happened. I started to weather away by getting weaker and it felt like my bones were turning the dust as I sat there. The fairies came up to me and told me that life is short and if I ever go off path sometimes it’s a good thing sometimes it’s not, so I should still be cautious about things I do. As my eyes were beginning to close the fairies all approached me and started to laugh. Once my eyes were closed it was just pure darkness. After what seemed like forever my eyes open again, but I was just back in front of the pond young again. I sat on the ground for a good minute before my family found me and asked where I’ve been for the last two hours. I tried to tell them everything that happened but for some reason that part of my memory was blocked. The pond that was in front of me that looks so beautiful once before and I just look like a crater inside the ground. I’m 20 now and I still wanted to this day where those fairies took me, did they want to teach me something, were they just having fun, I don’t know but that experience was the most confusing thing in my entire life.
By SammoSun McNugget4 years ago in Futurism
Murder
Murder, murder is constantly on my mind. I know that I’m not strong enough to do it. But I just wonder if I could. When I pass people in public just walking down the street, I think to myself “I know it would be so easy to take there life”. I think I’d elaborate ways to get the job done and how not to get caught. I have a regular nine to five job and I’ve never done anything in my life to make me think of these things. I just want to kill. I don’t think there is anything wrong with me or even having these kinds of thoughts. I wish I had someone to share and talk to about these things, I don’t want a therapist. I live alone and I’m not close to any of my family. The only people I talk to or atleast talk to me are my co-workers, and lets just say they are very judgmental people. I don’t like any of them, but this job is the only thing keeping me from moving back home, I’ll just have to deal with them for a while. One of my co-workers has been on my mind for the longest, her name is Jessica, she is sweet smart kind and just perfect. But don’t get the wrong idea, I want to kill her. She would be just perfect for a first kill, and once she is out of the way I would be able to kill anyone. It breaks my heart to think of this, but Jessica just recently went missing, everyone thinks she got kidnapped or something. At noght I have dreams about her and I can even smell her. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I get hints of her perfume. I always wake up in the morning with a totally different pair of clothes on for some reason, it’s almost like I got up and did something while I slept. The cops came by my work a couple of days ago looking for Jessica and to there surprise, they found nothing. So the cops just leave without anymore questions. My bed has started to smell really bad as of late, and I’m kind of scared of what might be in there. Tonight I’m going to open my bed up and see what’s inside, god I hope it’s not what I think is in there... the time has come I’m going to open my bed now, as I open the bed the smell starts to get worse, and to my surprise what I find in there is what I thought. There is a girl in there, obviously she is dead and what is kind of weird is, I don’t know who it is. Later that night I dispose of the body in the closest river and the bed in an apartment complex near by. Seeing a dead body in my bed changed something in me, I don’t have many thoughts of killing someone stuck in my mind anymore. Jessica shows back up to work a couple weeks later and she is doing fine. Jessica just ran away from the duties of life for a couple weeks, and well she is back. I still wake up in a different set of clothes in the morning, but I don’t pay it any mind anymore. I just wonder, am I insane...
By SammoSun McNugget4 years ago in Horror
