Dreaming Bird of Inter Mountain
“Within this cage, the killing of her spirit was daily from being forced to speak a language that was not her own and to learn of a culture she was not born into.”
Fiction
Student 2020
Questions
“How did he choke you? How did he break your wrist? Did you try calling anyone? When did he start getting violent? Why don’t you move?”
The Dream
“She felt breathing in her ear and knew there must be someone behind her. The whispers got louder as she got closer to the door.”
Trapped
Throat by Leandra Chimal of the Institute of American Indian Arts
“‘Run!’ Kyle screamed at me, took my hand, and pulled me down the hallway. He pushed me into a room and covered my mouth. Whatever was after us ran past the room.”
Cake
“I had not eaten anything sweet in months. It felt amazing. That’s when I thought of a plan—a plan to get rid of both Peter and Karen.”
Finite Sunshine for a Forgetful Mind
Untitled by Erik Sanchez of the Institute of American Indian Arts
Every morning started out the same in the Lumbee’s home. The familiar sound of bacon sizzling on the stove as the comforting aroma of freshly brewed hazelnut coffee lingered throughout the house. Mrs. L, always ahead of the early bird, …
The Cleaning Bot
Plum Nosey by Mars Sandoval of Salish Kootenai College
*BEEP BEEP BEEP* The earth-shattering noise of Thomas’ alarm clock beeped, loud enough for the entire house to hear. Thomas tiredly rolled over and hit the snooze for the third time that morning. Five more minutes and I’ll get up, …
Hunter: Amira
She by Moriah Thompson of Sitting Bull College
Amira awoke with a start. Smoke was billowing out of her shattered bedroom window. She scrambled out of her straw bed and made her way to the broken window frame. The sight before her was enough to make an adult …
Autumn Glow
Spark of Imagination by Amanda White of Nueta Hidatsa Sahnish College
Sunlight aglow casts along the field. Slow and growing much like myself. The dry stalk shadows splinter across the ground. A shiver shoots through my body. I flicker like a flame in the cold. A beacon of warmth in a …
Shimá Sání
Rock by Crystal Teller of Dine' College
I awoke in sweat. When I opened my eyes, I felt like I was still dreaming. For a moment, I’d forgotten where I was. “get up, my child,” I heard my grandma say in Navajo. I closed my eyes again, …