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.”
Fiction
Student 2020
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, …
Ms. Rezdog and Her Dad Scott
Once Was a Sheepdog by Keshawn Jackson of Dine College
“She’s just a dog, I gave her a good life, she’s an old dog, time for her to go,” he often said.
Dead Squirrel Theatre
Nature Wheels by Madeline Lamb of College of the Muscogee Nation
My friend Jon and I were in one of our moods of being destructive little men wreaking havoc on the small town of Ontonagon.
A Visit from Grandma
Morning Blessing by Lathan Pablo of Navajo Technical University
There was a strange but familiar smell, it was a mixture of musky perfume, sage, and beef soup. I knew for sure who it was in my kitchen, and it wasn’t a burglar, it was my Grandma.
What’s Better Left Unsaid
Dream Colors by Debberona Begaye of Navajo Technical University
And one day she was sure she’d come to love her baby too. It was a bit of cosmic mercy in the midst of hell.