The Warding Arrows of Kimimela

Submitted into Contest #80 in response to: Write about a child witnessing a major historical event.... view prompt

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SHOUTOUT TO VARSHA VIMAL BECAUSE HER BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP!!!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VARSHA!!!!!!!!!


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14 days earlier:

They were coming for him.

No, correction: They had already come for him.

But he wouldn’t let them arrest him! He couldn’t! He was Sitting Bull and he had done so much for his tribes to be arrest now!

The Indian Police had barged into his house early this morning, demanding to arrest him for creating violence. Sitting Bull was still sleepy from being awakened at such an early hour, but as soon as he realized who was in his house, his mind cleared up instantly.

He refused to go with them, and started to shout. He figured that he wouldn’t go that easily, after all, he was the great Chief Sitting Bull! He had united the Sioux tribes to ensure the White People wouldn’t take over his land, and his people need him! He wouldn't go down without a fight.

The police dragged him outside, where a crowd was beginning to gather. A young man that the Sitting Bull knew very well had yelled in alarm as he saw what was happening. He took out a long rifle, and shot one of the police officers, who immediately fell down, blood pouring out of his wound.

People screamed, and an Indian police yelled something that Sitting Bull couldn’t make out. Then, in response, he took his own rifle and aimed it at Sitting Bull, and pulled the trigger.

Sitting Bull felt something hit his chest hard, and then red blossomed like a deadly rose on impact. He staggered backwards. 

The police fired again, and Sitting Bull felt something hard come in contact with his head. The bullet drove itself deep into his brain, and he fell, the last thing on his mind before everything went black was at least he had resisted arrest.


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The golden sun rose from the ground, the signal of the start of a new day. The sunrise was like a stunning conflagration, blazing with reds and oranges that melted away to the deep blue of the sky. And yet it had a delicate feel to it, like a precious painting that one does want to get dirt on. It was the kind of beauty that the world would only have in the 1890s, before mankind came in and ruined the natural wonders of the world.

Along the banks of Wounded Knee Creek, were several makeshift camps of the Native American tribe, the Minneconjou Sioux. The leader of this tribe, Chief Spotted Elk, who is also known as Big Foot, sat in one of the camps, gazing out at the lines of people surrounding him, all bearing the symbol of American troops.

Even with the freshness of the new day, tension was strung in tight cords, any tighter and it would explode.

Spotted Elk whispered something in prayer as the White People’s troops moved in. He had thought that they were safe when he moved his tribe to Pine Ridge Agency to practice the Ghost Dance, which was originally promoted by Sitting Bull.

Spotted Elk clenched his fists in anger at the thought of this deceased friend, shot in cold blood by the Indian Police.

He had thought that the Ghost Dance would give the land back to his people and drive away the White People. He didn’t know it then, but he couldn’t have been more wrong.

Now the White People’s troops were upon them, cornering them at Wounded Knee. They advanced quickly, and their leader stepped up.

“Big Foot, come with us and give us your weapons without complications and we will not harm you.” The man’s voice was cold, like it was laced with steel.

Spotted Elk ran ideas through his mind, looking for something they could do to resist arrest. But he could not think of anything.

There were about 700 white men, and only 350 Siouxes, half of which were women, children and elders. He could not take them into battle.

Without saying anything, Spotted Elk reluctantly handed over his rifle, all the while glaring at the men who invaded his land. His tribe followed, handing over their weapons as well. 

As Spotted Elk turned around, waiting to be arrested, a bang sounded, ringing out into the still morning. 

A gunshot.

He whipped his head around, but could not figure out where the sound came from. It was like time freezed for a minute, and then the world erupted into chaos.

His people immediately rushed forward to reclaim their weapons, firing and yelling for their hometown, and the opposing side loaded theirs. But Spotted Elk did not move, only stood there in shock. And that was how he stood until a bullet buried itself into his stomach.


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Native American bodies littered the floor, with few American ones scattered in. Wounds were morbidly displayed, the flesh ripped open, blood gushing everywhere. Many people had missing limbs and organs.

The women and children did not know how to wield a weapon, so all they could do was run.

A little boy, no older than 9, looked around in fear, trying to find his parents. He screamed and cried, but there was no answer. His tears blurred his eyes, and through the haze he searched among the dead bodies, hoping and praying that his parents wouldn’t be amongst them.

Bullets whizzed past him, and one skimmed his leg. He cried out in pain, collapsing onto the ground.

“Mama! Papa! Help me!” He screamed as loud as he could, but no one could hear him over the roar of war.

An elder woman who was very well respected came up behind him, and grabbed him, carefully avoiding his injured leg.

“Come, Little One,” she said into his ear, trying to be heard over the ruckus of war. “We must flee.”

“NO!” The boy screamed in response, thrashing and kicking with his good leg at her but her hold on him never wavered.

“My family is out there! My sister, who is only 3 and my parents! My Mama and Papa…” He stopped for a second and looked up at the elder in hope. “Have you seen them?”

The elder winced, and nodded. “I have.”

“Please tell me! Are they alive, are they okay? Can you take me to them?”

“I cannot. It would be best for you to not see what has happened to them, for they are in a better place now.”

At this, the boy started crying, his tears streaming down his dirty cheeks and washing them clean. He didn’t even struggle as the elder picked him up and ran into the woods.

The branches and bushes scratched them, and the boy bit back cries of pain whenever his injured leg came into contact with twigs.

“Here,” the elder panted, breathless. “This will be a safe place to rest.” 

The boy didn’t say anything in response, only whimpered.

“What is your name, Little One?”

“A-Akecheta.”

“That is a beautiful name. They called me Kimimela.”

“My Mama said my name meant ‘warrior.’” He looked prideful, but then remembered that he would never see his family ever again. He started crying again.

“Why?” Akecheta sniffled, his once innocent eyes staring up at Kimimela. Now they were clouded with murder and bloodshed.

“Why what, Little One?”

“Why must the White People come in and kill our people, who have done nothing to them?”

Kimimela looked down. “I do not have the answer to that. We can only pray to our Lord that this bloodshed will end soon.”

“It hurts.” He whimpered, looking down at his wound.

“Let me see what I can do.” The elder took a nearby leaf and wrapped it around Akecheta’s bleeding wound.

“You are a very lucky boy that the bullet only grazed your skin, had it entered it the outcome would have been much worse.”

“But I don’t feel lucky.”

“I know, Little One, I know.” 

Kimimela closed her eyes, praying, and then she took a nearby stick and drew in the dirt.

“What are you doing?”

“I am drawing the Warding Arrows, to ward off any Evil Spirits that may come in your way.”

“What about you?” Akecheta asked, scooting closer to her.

“Do not worry, Little One. It will protect me as well.”

The two sat there, holding each other, as the bloody battle ragged on.


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Akecheta awoken to the sound of footsteps. Kimimela was already awake, quietly looking outside of their hiding place.

“What is it?” Akecheta crept beside her.

“Shh, I am sure it’s nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing.

Voices approached, speaking in a language that Akecheta did not recognize. He huddled with his back to a tree, hoping that the strange men would pass. But they didn’t.

They barged into their hiding spot, and pointed their guns at Akecheta and Kimimela.

But it was their skin color that angered Akecheta. They were White People, the people that had murdered his entire family.

Kimimela gasped, and threw herself in front of Aketcheta.

“Run, Little One! Run like the wind!”

“But what about you?”

“Do not worry about me, I am old and will not live to see many seasons anymore. You are still young!” 

“No! I cannot have another person I love die!”

Kimimela smiled at him, the smile dripping with sadness. “I will catch up. Just run, and remember that I will always be with you, no matter what. The Warding Arrows will protect us!”

Reassured, Aketcheta ran, Kimimela giving him the distraction he needed. He heard several gunshots behind him, but dared not to look back.

She will be okay. She promised me!

He ran until he could not run anymore, and collapsed onto the grass. He looked around him and found a small hole that only he could fit in, and sat there for a while, until he remembered Kimimela.

How will she find me if I am hidden so well? I should go look for her, the White Men must be gone by now!

And so, as tired as he was, he got up, and headed back in the direction that he had come.

He found their hiding spot, but as soon as he approached it he knew something was wrong. 

There was blood everywhere, the red spots vibrantly standing out against the lush greenery.

“Kimimela?” He quietly called, but there was no answer. He crept inside, and then froze, his eyes unable to look away from the horrible sight before him.

It was Kimimela, laying on the floor, her arms and legs twisted in unnatural positions. There were big, red, gaping holes in her sides, back, and one in her leg. All of them had dark, dried blood crusted around. Her beautiful black hair that had strays of grey had turned a sickening shade of red, and her kind brown eyes were open, staring blankly at the trees above her. 

Kimimela, sweet, caring Kimimela, was dead. She was killed, no, murdered, in the most gruesome way possible. 

It was like they played with her, seeing how long she could last with her wounds before she bled out and died.

She was murdered by the same people who had murdered Aketcheta’s family and friends.

He screamed, no longer caring if someone heard him. He had lost everything dear to him, and the word “life” to him was just that. A word.

With no meaning.

“YOU SAID YOU WOULD CATCH UP! YOU PROMISED!” He sobbed.

“Why didn’t you keep your promise?” His voice was laced with raw emotion.

Akecheta remembered the look on the White Men’s faces before they barged into their hiding spot.

They had no emotion in it, like killing people was nothing more than a task that they must complete.

He howled with anger, as his mind formed one single thought: He would take revenge. It didn’t matter to him how many White Men he killed, but he needed to do something, anything, to avenge what they had done to his peaceful tribe.

Akecheta quietly snuck out of their hiding spot, but not before closing Kimimela’s eyes. Even with all of her wounds, he wanted to think that she was in heaven now with his family, looking down on him and guiding him.

He was a small boy, and he used this to his advantage. He vaguely remembered the steps Kimimela had taken from the battlefield, and he repeated them.

The war was still going on, and many more Native American bodies littered the floor. Akecheta went to the nearest one, and picked up the soldier's fallen rifle.

He had never touched a rifle before, but he had watched his father fire one enough times to know exactly what to do.

The gun felt heavy and foreign in his small hands, but the thought of his loved ones gave him renewed strength.

Aiming it, he yelled with all his might as he pulled down on the trigger, and the shot boomed out, mixed with all of the other shots. He watched as the White Man he was aiming for fell, blood spilling onto his back.

He tried to hold steady, but the recoil still pushed him back a step, right into the pathway of a bullet.

It was behind him, so he didn’t see it coming, but he felt it as soon as it pierced into his skin.

It wasn’t like his earlier encounter of a bullet, where it had just grazed him. This time, it was like the pain was spreading from his insides, tearing him apart piece by piece.

He screamed as he fell, landing on the exact spot where the bullet hit him. He wasn’t dead yet, no, but he could feel his life force leaving him, just as his blood was pumping out of his body.

It was pain like he had never felt before, and he prayed for another bullet to end his agony.

Soon, he felt his eyes closed as he welcomed the darkness, but then he saw a light shine from within. It was blinding, and he walked towards it, until he came across a golden door with the Warding Arrow symbol on it. It opened for him, and inside it, stood his Mama, his Papa, his sister, and Kimimela, all waiting for him.

“What did I tell you, Little One? The Warding Arrows have worked, they have warded off all the Evil Spirits. You will be safe here, Little One. There will be no more Evil Spirits.” Kimimela smiled at him, standing at the front of the group.

Aketcheta laughed, and ran to them. Together, they stepped through the golden door, to another world, a better world, where the Warding Arrows kept all the Evil Spirits locked out.




Author's Note: This is a real event in history called the Wounded Knee Massacre, and the Chiefs that I had included in this story (Sitting Bull and Spotted Elk) were real Sioux Chiefs. However, Aketcheta and Kimimela were fictional characters. Also, sorry in advance if I got any of the details wrong, I tried my best to get everything accurate but it's possible I missed something.

February 07, 2021 17:54

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Sapphire ~♚❄
17:57 Feb 12, 2021

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Kate Reynolds
18:00 Feb 12, 2021

THANK YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDD

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Kate Reynolds
18:00 Feb 12, 2021

THANK YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDD

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Kate Reynolds
18:00 Feb 12, 2021

THANK YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDD

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Sapphire ~♚❄
17:59 Feb 11, 2021

WHY HELLO THERE DEAR SISTER XD

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Kate Reynolds
19:23 Feb 11, 2021

XDXD HELLO SIS

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Sapphire ~♚❄
19:24 Feb 11, 2021

HOW IS MY TRAINING GOING?XD

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Kate Reynolds
20:54 Feb 11, 2021

IT'S GOING WONDERFUL. YOU ARE IMPROVING SO MUCH SAPH.

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Sapphire ~♚❄
21:21 Feb 11, 2021

THANK YOU SIS! XDDD MY SPEAR IS MY BEST FRIEND

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Kate Reynolds
21:31 Feb 11, 2021

OFC! THAT'S GREAT TO HEAR

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Radhika Diksha
07:17 Feb 11, 2021

The story was awesome. The names, the historical fiction, and the plot everything was lit. I loved the story from top to bottom. You go girl. I kinda felt that this story needs you to know a prequel or sequel kinda thing. Just my thought. You are improving a lot. Keep writing.

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Kate Reynolds
13:01 Feb 11, 2021

Thank you!!! That's really good to hear!!! Hm yeah, if I were to do one it would prob be a prequel. Yayyyyy!!!!! :))))))

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Mira Caplan
22:59 Feb 09, 2021

wowwwww. I could NEVER write anything like this. My brain just...can't. But this was insanely amazing. Historical fiction isn't really my thing, but wow this was good. (I'm a fast reader, lol)

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Kate Reynolds
23:00 Feb 09, 2021

Thank you sooo muchhhhh!!!!! And wdym you can't write anything like this??? Have you read your TDR before?????????? Yeah, I LOVE reading historical fiction, however writing it is a different story... lmao (XD)

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Mira Caplan
23:02 Feb 09, 2021

Yeah well....TDR isn't historical fiction, and the events are all made up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Historical fiction, for me, is kinda... boring. I mean, this was awesome. But if you asked me to read a HF book, I would ask for fantasy XDDD

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Kate Reynolds
23:04 Feb 09, 2021

Yeah, but I feel like fantasy would be harder to write cus you gotta come up with everythinggg XD I honestly used to hate historical fiction, but for some reason I quite like it now!

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Mira Caplan
23:05 Feb 09, 2021

That's why I gravitate towards it! Once you have the AU, all you have to do is come up with plot. INteresting!!! XD

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Kate Reynolds
23:06 Feb 09, 2021

Unfortunately for me coming up with the ideas is prob the hardest part QwQ Lmaooo yep sO vEry

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Mira Caplan
23:05 Feb 09, 2021

That's why I gravitate towards it! Once you have the AU, all you have to do is come up with plot. INteresting!!! XD

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Kate Reynolds
23:04 Feb 09, 2021

Yeah, but I feel like fantasy would be harder to write cus you gotta come up with everythinggg XD I honestly used to hate historical fiction, but for some reason I quite like it now!

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Mira Caplan
23:02 Feb 09, 2021

Yeah well....TDR isn't historical fiction, and the events are all made up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Historical fiction, for me, is kinda... boring. I mean, this was awesome. But if you asked me to read a HF book, I would ask for fantasy XDDD

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Kate Reynolds
23:00 Feb 09, 2021

Thank you sooo muchhhhh!!!!! And wdym you can't write anything like this??? Have you read your TDR before?????????? Yeah, I LOVE reading historical fiction, however writing it is a different story... lmao (XD)

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22:24 Mar 25, 2021

Come back soon! #StopDownvotingNow Share to ten friends and put it in your Bio!

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Kate Reynolds
22:38 Mar 26, 2021

I will! Sure, I'll do that

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Anna May
20:49 Mar 01, 2021

Hello!

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Kate Reynolds
20:53 Mar 01, 2021

Hi!!

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Anna May
15:46 Mar 04, 2021

Hi! Just wanted you to know I posted a new story!!

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Kate Reynolds
16:16 Mar 04, 2021

I'll read it ASAP!

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Anna May
16:16 Mar 04, 2021

Ok!

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Kate Reynolds
16:18 Mar 04, 2021

:)

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Grace Lawrence
04:42 Feb 16, 2021

Oh my gosh, such a beautiful story! I was definitely crying by the end! We also just learned about this in history class, and this was like having it come alive:) Beautiful use of language as well - some sentences I especially liked: "The sunrise was like a stunning conflagration, blazing with reds and oranges that melted away to the deep blue of the sky." "Even with the freshness of the new day, tension was strung in tight cords, any tighter and it would explode."

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Kate Reynolds
15:25 Feb 16, 2021

Thank you!! Ooh you did? That’s good to hear! :) Thank you so muchhhh!!! :D

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Grace Lawrence
23:08 Feb 16, 2021

You're sooo welcome!

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Kate Reynolds
23:09 Feb 16, 2021

:))

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Mango Chutney
00:05 Feb 16, 2021

Wow.. I did not know about Wounded Knee Massacre before this. The story is well written. Thank you for sharing.!

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Kate Reynolds
00:07 Feb 16, 2021

I'm glad you know it now! It was a very tragic event in history and yet not many people knew about it. Hence the reason I wrote this!!! Thank you! It was my pleasure! :)

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01:42 Feb 13, 2021

Hey, Kate! This might sound a little icky, I was just wondering if you could upvote me, and a couple other people who recently got downvoted! Totally okay if u don't wanna, or if this sounds kinda desperate (which it does, ew) and I can always do the same to you, like we did last time. Thanks!

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Kate Reynolds
01:47 Feb 13, 2021

Hello! No, I totally understand! It doesn't sound desperate at all! Sure, I will upvote you. Who are the other people who would like to be upvoted? That's a bit weird. Just recently (like today) I have been downvoted about 1000 points, and many other people have been as well, it's like the downvoted is going on a downvoting spree. I honestly thought they had stopped, but I guess not XD But do you mind if I do it a bit later? I'm tryna get one more story out before the deadline today, so once I finish that I will help you!

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01:51 Feb 13, 2021

No problem, thank you so much! I'll upvote you now, then write :)

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Kate Reynolds
01:53 Feb 13, 2021

Anytime! Aw thank you! Also who's the other people that need help?

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01:55 Feb 13, 2021

Zoé Nöel-lemieux :)

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Kate Reynolds
01:56 Feb 13, 2021

Got it! (Would you mind sending me her link?)

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Mira Caplan
22:29 Feb 09, 2021

PART 17 HAS BEEN POSTED!!!

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Kate Reynolds
22:40 Feb 09, 2021

YEAY

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Mira Caplan
22:42 Feb 09, 2021

you are in it!!! Not for long but...yeah. Alsoooo, my writing style for this one seems...way different. Less cheery. Any comments about that???

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Kate Reynolds
22:52 Feb 09, 2021

Honestly? "Not cheery" is like a one word summary of my recent stories XD I loved not cheery, I feel like it gives more seriousness and emotions to work with (unless, of course, if your story is supposed to be cheery)

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Mira Caplan
22:55 Feb 09, 2021

XD Got it! Yeah, not this one. All the Alarys scenes, sure, but not this. Glad it accidentally worked!

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Kate Reynolds
22:56 Feb 09, 2021

I really liked ittttt!!!!!!!! Also do you mind leaving a comment on this story please? :)

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Mira Caplan
22:55 Feb 09, 2021

XD Got it! Yeah, not this one. All the Alarys scenes, sure, but not this. Glad it accidentally worked!

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Kate Reynolds
22:52 Feb 09, 2021

Honestly? "Not cheery" is like a one word summary of my recent stories XD I loved not cheery, I feel like it gives more seriousness and emotions to work with (unless, of course, if your story is supposed to be cheery)

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Mira Caplan
22:42 Feb 09, 2021

you are in it!!! Not for long but...yeah. Alsoooo, my writing style for this one seems...way different. Less cheery. Any comments about that???

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Dorian Gray 📖
13:40 Feb 09, 2021

THIS IS SO GOOD!!!! Your descriptions were amazing and I absolutely loved it!!! In the beginning, I would recommend not just saying all of his accomplishments but adding in some obvious emotions like pride or something.Later on, I would certainly recommend adding even more cultural reference because that will make it so realistic and really immersive. Other than that, GREAT JOB KATE!!!!!

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Kate Reynolds
13:43 Feb 09, 2021

Oohhhh okiieeee thankssss TANKS YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!

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Dorian Gray 📖
13:44 Feb 09, 2021

NOOOOOOO PROBLEM!!!!!!!

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Kate Reynolds
13:46 Feb 09, 2021

:DDDDD Sooooo how's lifeeee

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Dorian Gray 📖
13:50 Feb 09, 2021

Great!!

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Kate Reynolds
13:50 Feb 09, 2021

Yay that's good!!! I'm a bit bored lol

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Kateee!!!! Aww, thank you for ur birthday wish!!! Really meant a lot to me<3333 (also my b-days on the 9th not 10th) lol Aww, this story was super emotional roller coaster. I love how this all actually happened, great idea!!! Everything was perfectly accurate, how you wrote all the unique names to describing the tribes. U just made history sound FUN!!!!! Love it, keep it up!

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Kate Reynolds
21:45 Feb 07, 2021

Ofc!!!!!!! <333333 That was what I was going for! Yeah, that's the saddest part about it... XDDDD that's great to hear!!!!!!!!!

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Of coursee!!!!! <3333333 XDD it's amazing! ty again!!! Also new story out!

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Kate Reynolds
23:07 Feb 07, 2021

Ooohhhhh I will read it!!!!!!!!

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Kate Reynolds
01:52 Feb 08, 2021

:D

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Kate Reynolds
23:15 Feb 07, 2021

Also I just saw that you said your birthday was the 9th. Sorry about that!!! (I changed it)

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Kate Reynolds
01:52 Feb 08, 2021

=))

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It was Kimimela, laying on the floor, her arms and legs twisted in unnatural positions. There were big, red, gaping holes in her sides, back, and one in her leg. All of them had dark, dried blood crusted around. Her beautiful black hair that had strays of grey had turned a sickening shade of red, and her kind brown eyes were open, staring blankly at the trees above her. I like this for its description, but it's a little awkward. I'd do: It was Kimimela, laying on the floor, her arms and legs twisted in unnatural positions. Bbig, red, gap...

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Kate Reynolds
13:02 Feb 19, 2021

Oooohhhhhh yeah that is so much better lmao Sadly I can't edit it anymore but I'll keep it in mind next time! Thank you! Well, as it was a historical event, and not many people survived the Wounded Knee Massacre, so I thought it would be more fitting to have him die. Honestly I was originally gonna write about a person who did survive the massacre, but she was like 11 months (I think) at the time and prob wouldn't remember much.

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Radhika Diksha
02:22 Feb 13, 2021

New story out would love your feedback on it.

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Dorian Gray 📖
14:46 Feb 09, 2021

NEW THREAD OOPS

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Kate Reynolds
14:47 Feb 09, 2021

XD Hmmmm favorite genre to write in?

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Dorian Gray 📖
14:49 Feb 09, 2021

Easily Psychological tragedy

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Kate Reynolds
14:49 Feb 09, 2021

Haha YESSSS

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Dorian Gray 📖
14:50 Feb 09, 2021

Yerppppppp

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Kate Reynolds
14:53 Feb 09, 2021

Yees Hm you play flute right?? What's your favorite scale?

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13:48 Feb 09, 2021

Welcome back Kate!! This story was just amazing. Beautiful and wonderful.

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Kate Reynolds
13:49 Feb 09, 2021

Aw thank you!!!!! I may be leaving again, but I came back to wish Varsha a happy bday!!!!!! Thank you sooooo muchhhh!!!!!! :DD

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Hey Kate! I listened to the song, its really good!!!

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Kate Reynolds
13:05 Feb 09, 2021

Yay!!!

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Kate Reynolds
21:19 Feb 09, 2021

:))))

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Danny E.G.
00:02 Feb 08, 2021

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH This. Is. Amazing! I love your description of the surroundings, the bullet wounds and ahhhhhhh everything! I can only imagine how much research you put into this... Everything was written so well, lol it was very immersing...I couldn't peel my eyes off the screen XDD Great job, Kate!

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Kate Reynolds
00:14 Feb 08, 2021

THANK YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!! XDD yeah I spent like all of yesterday researching and then wrote it out today!!! Awww thankssssss!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDD

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Danny E.G.
00:15 Feb 08, 2021

WOW, YOU WORK THAT FAST???? Wow, I wish I could write that fast... Of courseeee :DDDD

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Kate Reynolds
00:22 Feb 08, 2021

XDDD I only work fast on things I want to do lmao I usually procrastinate until last minute for most things though

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Danny E.G.
00:25 Feb 08, 2021

Oh yeah, tell me about it.... Lol I have to work on this narrative report buuuuuut.... hOw dO yoU eVeN maKe oNe... lol send help XDD

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Kate Reynolds
00:32 Feb 08, 2021

Oooooff GOOD LUCK!!!!!! XDD I don't really know how I do it... It's just when something comes up that I really like, I get it done super fast. Even though I researched history (and I'm not the biggest fan of history) when I came across the Wounded Knee Massacre, which is something I haven't heard of before, I read a few articles about it and I was like "Oh my God that is TRAGIC" and felt like I HAD to write a story about it, you know?? Like I wanted to get the story out. Also some advice: if you wanna get something you hate doing done just t...

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Sarah 🖤💖
21:02 Feb 07, 2021

Wow! This was awesome! I don't know a lot about Native American culture but I think you portrayed it greatly! I legit couldn't take my eyes off my screen while reading this. (Plus I ditched my My Hero manga to read this so that should give you a general idea of how cool this was). Amazing job Kate!

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Kate Reynolds
21:44 Feb 07, 2021

Thank you!!! Awwww XDDDDD that means a lottttt!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDD Thanks againnnnn

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Kate Reynolds
17:58 Feb 07, 2021

Helloooo everyone!!! So this is my first ever historical fiction story!!! *cheers* A few things: 1. Is it too informational? Like it's a real event but I still want it to have that fictional aspect of it. 2. Did I explain everything well enough? This is honestly like one of my biggest problems in every single story of mine lol 3. I know it only fitted the prompt at like the very end, but I felt like I had to give a little backstory of what was happening. Please give your honest critique (bc I prob need it XD)!!!!!!!!

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