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“Morning Gaze ” is a short collection of some of my favorite short stories that I’ve written over over the last few years. The stories vary immensely and are of different genres including fantasy, mystery, and science fiction, and with many plot twists. All of them have been inspired by real life. They portray the world from different points of view and perspectives, making it perfect for all ages. You can buy it on Amazon, and feel free to leave a review! Here is one excerpt from my book.
War
Don’t touch the flame!” Mama warned, as Mahaya’s fingers shivered because of the heat. Her hand jerked back and played with the fringes of her buckskin dress and its braided tassels. She braided the tassels again when Papa came in, as usual, his hair adorned with the feathers he got from his turkey kill this morning. His clothes were made of ermine fur, the best fur the Choloca tribe had to offer. His dark eyes were shadowed by his bushy eyebrows and the sharp angles of his face.
Mahaya and her mother immediately bowed. They were in the presence of the Chief of the Choloca tribe. The tribe of the sacred Indians. “New people have come. They’re already building their home at the banks of the River Tachiai. There are nice folks. The man brings back a fresh game, the woman cooks well. I can smell their bacon fat sizzling in the air when they eat out in the prairie grass. They have 3 daughters, twins and the other one is only about 3 months old. What’d you say, Kania? What should we do?”
My mother sighed and placed the ladle back in the soup.
“We wait,” she said, “A re they coming by the thousands? No. Will they? Maybe. But we cannot wage war on them without reason. That is not the way of the Choloca tribe. Do not break our customs, Kami. There would be a rebellion in the tribe itself.
“You always know what to say, Kania” he smiled. “Don’t you think so Mahaya?”
He looked into the empty space where his daughter once sat. “Mahaya, you monkey, where are you?”
Her father lifted the tent flap and looked outside. His little girl sat in a tree and looked blankly into the distance, her pupils so large that her eyes were all black. She was having a vision.
“They have come.” She said hoarsely. “They will never forgive us. They will kill us for sure this time.”
“Who? Who darling? Is it the Americans?” Her father looked at her hopefully. “Have they come as I predicted they would?” He pleaded with his daughter. “Tell me Mahaya.”
Mahaya craned her neck and looked deep into her father’s eyes. She took a deep breath. ”No father” she explained, “It is the La’ Orem tribe.” Her father began to shake remembering how they had killed a third of the tribe last time they had come. Then they heard the sound of the horses’ thudding hooves. Panic surged through her father’s chest. “Evacuate the women and children” he shouted. “Take them somewhere safe. The rest of you, load the catapult. It is time for war”.
