Sheila L. Chingwa
Bio
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.
Stories (77/0)
I Please Meet My Alter Ego: Vessa Ull Dottir`
Hello my friends, I would like to introduce you to my alter ego, Vessa Ull Dottir’. I am a Viking maiden, half-breed of god and man. You see the “Ull” is a Viking god of archery and Dottir’ means daughter. Like many people throughout the United States, I too participate in reenactment groups. I was a member with the Society of Creative Anachronism (SCA) for many years. My fellow geeks in history reside in this world and we all can be who we want to be. One event at a time.
By Sheila L. Chingwa6 months ago in Geeks
Chapter 6: United
The wind outside was whipping the leaves off the branches of the trees and they ran past the windshield of the truck in a fury. A cold damp air out made Sarah shiver and she pulled her jacket around her. Flashes of lightning was crackling in the skies as the rain hit hard on the windshield. Sarah reached over to Lyra’s hand and held on tighter. Her breathing quickened but she kept her eyes lowered as she had promised. She could feel the sway of the truck as the wind pushed hard against it.
By Sheila L. Chingwa6 months ago in Fiction
Wind Witch Chapter 5
Wind Witch by Sheila Chingwa Chapter 5- Leaving Fall enclosed on the boarding school. Leaves had fallen from the trees. Hunter’s full moon would soon happen. Sarah sat on the ground pouting. Jade was stressed as Father Unic was ill and needed attention. His fever was high and he shook from chills as he slept. Sarah tried to help but Jade ushered her out of the room.
By Sheila L. Chingwa7 months ago in Fiction
Wind Witch Chapter 4
Wind witch by Sheila Chingwa Chapter 4 The four men sat themselves down around the table. They seemed comfortable sitting at the Victorian style table. Jack slung his bag off his back and drew out his sage, tobacco, and little metal skillet. He rolled a ball of sage in between his hands and placed it in the pan and placed it in the middle of the table and lit it. The smoke rolled up into the air to cleanse it. Jack stood up and grabbed his eagle feather from his bag and began to cleanse the feather in the midst of the lofting smoke. He proceeded to move from person to person in the room so each could cleanse themselves before they continued the conversation of the boy’s fate. Jack paused in front of Pete and paused for a moment of recognition. The older man bent over the boy’s body and began to smudge him. The boys lifeless body laid so still except for the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing became steadier as the smoke removed the negative energies from the night's events.
By Sheila L. Chingwa7 months ago in Fiction
