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 (145/0)
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.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Families
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.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 12: The Council.
Marcus and Lyra met Jamison and Jacob in the hallway of the council chamber. They arrived early so they settled down in the hallway to discuss the night’s events. Their story must be shared accurately so there would be possible assistance with the care of the kids. However, they did not call the council, the agency did so they all sat there with concern.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 11: Wizard’s Winter
The next morning the three ladies prepared a wonderful breakfast and the children ate with vigor. Eggs, bacon, potatoes and toast fortified the youth. Lyra, Mary and Verna watched the children eat so fervently that they feared there wouldn’t be enough food for Markus’ breakfast.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 10: Chavo’s Story
Slurps of tea were heard as a plate of cookies floated from person to person. Markus set a few more logs on the fire causing the fire to spirt crackling noise. The moment was calming as the sage kept burning in the center of the table to assist in calming the assembled group.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 9:
The silence of the the forest encased the cabin in peace. Dragonfly and Peter sat next to the fire to warm themselves. In the distance, the wolves were howling in the moonlit night. Their singing was eerily comforting to Peter. The animal songs of the night was in full force and echoed through the trees. Yet, the wind rested and the snow drifted around the cabin.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Fiction