Sheila L. Chingwa
Welcome to my world.
Welcome to my thoughts.
I am proud to be a Native American Elder born and raised in Northern Michigan. Thanks to my hard work I have a B.A. in Education and a Masters in Administration and Supervision in Education.
Chapter 22: The Bow String
The old crone, Shining Sun, had traveled to her family for Christmas and returned after the new year began. The children woke to see the smoke lofting into the air from her chimney. After nearly three weeks with no lessons, the children were stir crazy so they were eager to go back to school.
Chapter 21: The Gifts
Christmas eve, Markus rose with a start. Wolves were howling through the woods. He quickly grabbed his gun and pulled on his pants quickly. He rushed through the house to the front door and squinted to peer through the darkness. He could see wolves darting back and forth playing in the snow. In the distance, he heard another howl ring through the trees and all the waiting wolves sat down on their haunches and waited. A moment later, a sled team was coming towards him. Along side the sled, he saw Ralph jogging along aside a dog sled. With a quick turn, he ran back into the house.
Chapter 20: The Ash Tree
In the distance, Mary could see a form of a man emerge from the distance. As she watched the man approach, she could see that he was trudging along on snow shoes. As he neared closer, she could see Jack was coming for a visit. She smiled and called out to Markus.
Markus stared at the empty seat at the table where Sarah sat. Days had passed and there was no news of her safety. Jack had assured that she was totally safe if Ralph took her to the Hovel. They boys were unusually silent as they picked at their roast beef dinner. The days with the crone seemed to challenge them for some odd reason and they sat silently considering the daily lesson. Markus scooted his chair back creating a loud noise with his chair.
Chapter 18: The Hovel
Ralph's large body shifted and Sarah's eyes opened to a wall of white fur. She tried to wiggle away from Ralph's heavy arm but she could not move the arm from her. Ralph's heaving chest rocked Sarah softly with each breath he took. With a snort and a rumbling snore, he woke himself up. He looked down his snout like nose to see Sarah's dark eyes looking up at him.
Chapter 17: The Boarding School
Marcus laid in his bed as the sun rose. Another day at the hands of the nuns was not something he was looking forward to. He pulled on his trousers and shirt. The snow was lofting down and landed on the branches of the evergreens outside. He laced up his worn out shoes and went to find Jade so he could start his daily chores.
Chapter 15: The Council
The night was full of activity at the cabin. The boys sat near the fire as they listened to the adults talking at the table. The wind had lessened and the snow had stopped once Sarah and Ralph ran into the forest. The Yeti's were in pursuit of the beast pushing him in the opposite direction of Ralph's and Sarah's trail. Jack arrived and Jamison greeted him at the door.
Chapter 14: Snow Storm
Ralph sat on the top of the hill keeping watch of the cabin below. He watched the children follow the silly crow lead them to the cabin. He laughed as he watched the silly bird dance across the snow as he led the children through the valley. He watched the crone greet the children and smiled as he smelt the clove laced tobacco loft up through the air from her pipe. Ralph watched them walk into the cabin and sat in amazement as the dark cloudy day transformed into a bright sunny day. After a moment, he watched the door open and watched the ghostlike figures depart from the cabin. He smiled as the children safely emerged and walked to their cabin. All was safe.
Chapter 14: The Crone
A dark cloud covered morning was churning in the sky. The wind shifted the clouds in swirling patterns. Chavo knocked on Sarah's door and peeked inside at Sarah who was lingering under the warm covers of her bed. He smiled at her all snuggled up to a hand sewn doll that Verna made for her.
A Basement Arcade
History, mine to be exact, has roots in the small northern town of Petoskey, Michigan. My home town offered the perfect combination for me. I could explore nature trails, go swimming off the break wall, fish for the day, or go and visit friends at the local hangout. One establishment I relished visiting was the Silver-Cue.
Chapter 13: Winter’s Works
The cabin became very busy with people coming to bring supplies. It was clear to Sarah that the group of them were bedding down for the winter. Supplies lined shelves and the children sat in awe at the abundance in front of them. They were safe and secure in the cabin.