Rabbit’s Tale of River
It was a good day to relax in the woods. Everyone felt the warm sleepy breeze from the south. In this place of dreams and slumber, it was a well-known fact that time ran backwards; instead of aging things, it …
Fiction
Short Story
Student 2007
Writing Contest Honorable Mentions
I Know This Man
I know this man who knows me more. It is through my blood he again walks this earth— in muddy sneaks, not boots —and nears a vision of showing the world what “Native American” really means. Like a photograph, his …
Henry’s Last Will and Testament
The old man was bent and gnarled from years of hard work. His hands were callused, long and lean. In his youth his hands once had so many uses. Now he could hardly button his shirt. Today seemed to be …