Creative Writing: Sacagawea's Hostage

At the beginning of the month we stopped at the sweetwater river crossing because the land was ideal for camping and lavish for the animals. At nightfall we were attacked by another tribe of native americans, this battle was faster although more meaningful because 7 of my close friends died in the battle. Joseph and Tom both died in the battle leaving Tom, Dave and I left in the council. Joseph's death was early on in the battle, him and his family were slaughtered horrifically as joseph was fighting off the indians he watched as his daughter was decapitated and wife's throat was cut open as she screamed and pleaded, Joseph upon watching was distracted from the task at hand and was stabbed in the stomach and was left to bleed to death on the

A Cherokee leader grabbed my leg and put alcohol on it. Then he used a shirt to wrap it around the wounded area.I could still walk but not that well. One of the US soldiers told us that three more days and we will get there. What we started the trail there was 210 Cherokee and now there is only about 50 of us. I was starting to feel better and I almost walked properly. This would have happened if we stayed in our territory. At night we were finally given food and water. I felt like we haven't eaten in years. In the morning, one of the Cherokee members was arguing with a U.S. Soldier. The U.S. Soldier got mad and then started to fist fight. The Cherokee punched the soldier and took his gun. All the U.S. Soldiers were pointing their guns toward the Cherokee member and then the Cherokee member shot and killed the soldier.All the soldiers fired at the Cherokee member and he died. We kept on walking for a long amount of time and we finally had reached our destination. It was the worst thing that had happened to all of us. Most of us died on this journey and where we were sent, was too cold for us. Many of the Cherokee members got sick and died. Only 30 of us remained and living in this new piece of land was hard to

In the story, A Narrative of the Captivity and Restauration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson, as well as The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, there are numerous similarities, although the overall circumstances were unique. Mary was a white, Early-American colonist taken hostage by Indians, while Equiano was an African taken by slave-traders in his own country. However, the commonalities between them far outweigh the differences, and the biggest commonality was their faith in God, although, sadly, Equiano’s journey didn’t begin with any such faith.

On a blazing hot summer early morning with the city traffic roaring! And the hot sun blazing, birds chirping and the smell of fresh green grass. Me and my family were packing and getting ready for our yearly powwow trail trip. My mooshum and kokum were they’re usual selves laughing and cracking jokes, I and my cousins knew they weren’t that funny but laughed at their jokes anyways. After we were all packed and ready we all piled into my kookum’s van and set off to our destination with the hot sun reflecting off the black pavement. The drive to Muskoday reserve was long and tiring, the van was humid and making us irritated, so I decided to roll down my window to let the summer air cool us off, the cool breeze was flowing and the music was booming! A bit later we arrived to our destination with our eyes popping taking in all the scenery around us, mind you this was our first time being in the reserve Muskoday. The excitement of being there and meeting new people was over whelming, the anxious feeling of just wanting to run off and enjoy the scenery with my cousins and friends I had met before from the powwow trails we took yearly.

So today I helped my mama plant crops while my papa was out hunting for dinner. My uncles and brothers were building a mound for my grandmother who had just passed away. My aunt and her new husband were preparing to live in their grasshouse, that mama and I had helped with. My grandfather had just approved my aunt Shiloh to marry Achak from the Ely Shoshone Tribe. My new uncle had already had 3 other wives making my aunt his fourth wife. When the wedding ceremony was over, our tribe and Eastern Shawnee Tribe decided to play a game of stickball. Achak, my uncle, father, brother, and two cousins played against the Shawnee Tribe men and boys. My tribe had won the game, after 45mins of playing. Heading home, these strange men with pale skin and

We took a break because we were very thirsty and we told one of the soldiers to give us water. Hopefully we got water by the American soldiers, but not all of us got enough water to survive due to a little amount of water. We had to face many difficulties during the march, and most of the difficulties were due to lack of water and food in the hot desert and the sand hills. After a long walk, they sent us on a tour. We settled in an undisclosed place and we took a break to sleep. I saw that the Americans slept with me and I woke up carefully. I raised my hand in the soldier's pocket where I saw the key to the handcuffs. Following on, I managed to get the key in one of the soldier's pocket, and then I unlocked my handcuff and my companions too. We took out all the equipment and the other resources. We tied them together with a rope and took them to prison. One of the American soldiers began to wake up and make steps towards me. He took out his gun and pointed at me. I heard the sound of a gun that was soon charged with a bullet, so I turned around quickly and shot the person straight in his head. He bled and died in agony. The others gave up and promised us that they would kill the other Cherokee. The Americans joined hand with us and helped us to rebuild our houses and they promised us to get all the gold minerals back and we lived happily in many years together in peace and harmony. We got the Congress to sign a peace contract and

When I was 7 I realized that I was native. When this group of young boys screamed at me racial; slurs as me and my mother were selling our woven baskets. I was heartbroken and afraid, that night I stayed awake crying, replaying the event in my head. Then, I heard muffled talking and quick steps. I heard dogs and yelling and then suddenly silence.

It was August of 1829 in Mississippi. Men were harvesting corn and beans. The smell of the Choctaw own acorn bread filled the air. All the children were prancing about, playing with friends, shooting squirrels with their little toy bows, and wrestling for the last bite of jerky. All but one child. That lonely little boy’s name was Koi. Koi never got to play with the other Choctaw boys, as he had to prepare to become chief.

Just before the sun would go down, we would try to find berries and anything else we could get our hands on to eat and would find a place for water we drank from rivers and farm wells. On the tenth day our bodies were becoming weak and exhausted, so instead of running we began walking at night, we were just entering Tenseness and knew that we needed to be more cautions of our surroundings. One morning as me and James was sleeping hidden up in a tree we were woken by the sound of howling dogs, the sound was beginning to come closer to us James told me to jump down and to follow him now! We ran to the closest river and jumped in, the flow of the river was fast and dangerous. Finally, after an hour of swelling buckets of water and trying to manage my head to stay above the water we went off to the side and climbed out of the river, I had no idea what was going on and I was too out of breath to ask. When I had the chance in between breathing I asked James what was going on, he looked shocked and almost dead and didn't respond to me right away, he slowly told him that he saw our master with four hound dogs and that he thinks that they are tracking us. I threw up stomach acid for there was no food in me, I felt light headed and weak just imaging what our master may do to us if he

Motionless within the sandy embrace of the tall dune, Billy waited while the sweat ran like tiny streams down his dust-stained face, but he could hear nothing above the roar of the pounding surf. He lay on his back within the small depression, musket cradled upon his chest, eyes straining to pierce the thin forest that bordered the great dunes, searching for movement while his ears strained to catch any sound that would alert him to the presence of his hunters…but he saw and heard nothing of his pursuers, only now and again did he hear the sharp cries of hungry gulls above the din of the lake as they wheeled above.

What is the personal significance of your given name (first, middle, and last)? My given name is Kimberly Müller. The personal significance of my given name is very important to me because I want my name to always have something great behind it, that’s one of my goals. My surname came from Germany, I sometimes wonder how a German surname came all the way to Haiti. My first name is the most perfect name for myself, so I just have to thank my parents for that, my mother’s name starts with the same letter as my name.

Ever wondered what it's like to be a prisoner? He may have done something wrong to end up there, but ever wondered how someone's life is, once they get put behind the bars?

It all started when I was a little girl, my mom had taught me how to cook and I was making buffalo soup, it smelled like heaven. Right as I was going to be done making the dish I heard my mom yell my name in fear, I went outside only to see a group of people from another tribe running toward the house I was confused, all of the sudden I felt someone grip my sides as it happened I looked at my mom I saw tears forming at her eyes, I finally realized she was yelling for me to hide when I heard her yell my name, I passed out.

I ran into the crowds and headed to my small room and thought the Gods were very angry, there had been talk of Jupiter making the mountain smell weird. I decided to take a nap, Soon after I woke up and heard a pat, pat, pat, pat sound coming from the roof . I went outside and was assaulted by small rocks hitting me and they hurt!

One day, a U.F.O landed upon my village. The aliens started burning up the land, taking the people, and the screams and cries for help. It was a sight of horror. The people were hiding, running away, trying to fight back, we couldn’t do anything. I watched as my village burn up. We were helpless. I blacked out from the lack of sleep and the fear in my head.