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    Tribal Anthology
    Tribal Anthology
    Tribal Anthology
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    Tribal Anthology

    By Eric Bell

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    A group of teenage friends encounter tribal legends from stories told through generations of their people from long ago to present day. They spend a summer of fun and excitement. It then leads to fear and death, but they learn a lesson about humanity and tradition.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPage Publishing, Inc.
    Release dateMar 25, 2021
    ISBN9781683483519
    Tribal Anthology
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    Eric Bell

    Eric Bell lives and writes in Pennsylvania. He was once in middle school. He survived. You will too. Alan Cole Is Not a Coward is his debut novel, followed by Alan Cole Doesn't Dance. You can find him online at www.iamericbell.com.

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      Tribal Anthology - Eric Bell

      Tribal Anthology

      Eric Bell

      Copyright © 2016 Eric Bell

      All rights reserved

      First Edition

      PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

      New York, NY

      First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2016

      ISBN 978-1-68348-350-2 (Paperback)

      ISBN 978-1-68348-351-9 (Digital)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Acknowledgements

      About the Author

      Chapter One

      Tribal Anthology

      In a time when life was peaceful and people lived in teepees, Apache people would have fun in the evenings. After eating, the people would sit around in the teepee and tell stories, stories of long ago, when the elders were kids, stories of fun and adventure, and stories of ghosts and legends.

      One story the people remembered was told by the chief elder, Running Horse. His story goes this way:

      "I remember long ago when I was a teenager. I was on my way home from hunting—I was bringing home a doe, carrying it on my shoulders. When I came to a river crossing, I stopped to get a drink. When I heard a crashing in the woods, I dropped the deer and hid in a nearby bush to see what it might be. Its footsteps came closer and closer. My curiosity grew with my anticipation.

      There it stood by the river: something big and tall. At first, I thought it was our creator, but it had hair all over. It stopped to drink water, and it sniffed around, and it found my deer. It picked up the deer. Then it let out a loud, scary howl. I was too scared to move. It howled again. I had never heard anything like it before. And in a blink of an eye, it was gone. It left behind oversized footprints on the ground. I believe I saw Big Foot, the legendary giant. Everyone looked at each other with amazement and fear. Running Horse continued, I ran all the way home in fear. I didn’t look back once. That day, I was supposed to be hunting for food. I lied to my father when he asked if I had seen any deer. ‘No,’ I said, ‘I saw no deer,’ because I thought he would not believe me if I told him about Big Foot. This is the first time I have told this story.

      The children showed fear on their faces but said nothing. Some of the adults showed an interest and said they liked the story and asked if Running Horse had seen the creature again. He said no.

      In the midst of everyone talking about what they had just heard, a woman, middle aged, interrupted by saying, Did you know, I had an encounter, too? Her name was Autumn. Her best friend was named Heaven. My story is true.

      It happened when I was little, about seven or eight years old, when the tribe was much smaller. I had a best friend. We did everything together, even went places together. We always played in the meadow not far from our campsite. One day, we wandered off from the meadow, deep into the woods that surrounded the meadow and up into the mountains, away from the campsite. We played in the woods with excitement. We felt wild and free. We were having so much fun we lost track of daylight. Soon it was dusk. We watched the sun set behind the mountain. Then we started for home. We knew home was near the meadow, and the meadow was at the bottom of the mountain we were descending.

      It’s a good thing you two didn’t get lost, Faith said.

      "Just as me and my best friend were almost out of the woods, we ran into a little man. The top of his head came just below my waist. I suddenly stopped to look at him. He said, ‘Hi.’ In wonderment, I asked, ‘Who are you? Where do you come from?’ The little being replied, ‘I come from a small village not far from here.’ Come, I will show you.’ I was afraid, and I said, ‘No, my friend and I need to get home.’ It was almost dark. Then he got mad and called the rest of his people. They were small like him. With anger showing on his face, he said, ‘You and your friend are not going anywhere but to my village.’ They grabbed us, and we started to fight off the little people. We finally got away. I started to run, and I kept running, thinking my friend was behind me. I ran all the way home. I didn’t know that they caught my friend, Heaven. They slaughtered and killed her. Then they bagged her up and took her away, but I didn’t know. I was too scared to look back, and I was running for my life.

      The next day, the people were looking for Heaven but didn’t find her. Some people of the tribe thought she wandered off and got lost. They searched and looked everywhere, but she could not be found. I was too scared to tell anyone about what really happened. I might get in trouble, I thought. I forced myself to forget what happened that night the little people took her away. I have never seen her since, and I don’t remember what she looked like. But I will never forget the little people. They looked like a goblin and an elf put together. But I still miss my friend, to this day.

      While we are on the subject of telling stories, I know one as well, said the Orphan. His parents were killed in a war with the Spanish when he was just a child. He had been on his own ever since. He was married with children and even had grandchildren of his own.

      "The story begins when I first met my wife. We were so young, but I was a man, big-hearted and strong-willed. It was the day before I got married, and my friends were having a party in my honor. The party was big and wild. I had a great time. It was afterward, on my way home, that I ran into someone I’d never seen or met. He stood tall and muscular. He had long hair, and he was wearing a bandana on his head. It was dark, so I could not see the rest of his features. He walked and talked with me for a while. He asked me several questions like my name, where I was going, and where I was coming from. I said, ‘My people call me the Orphan. I was coming from a party my friends put on for me, and I was on my way home.’

      "‘Where was the party?’ he asked.

      "‘Just a few yards back.’ I pointed with my lips in the direction I had come. The stranger asked, ‘Where is your home?’ I answered,

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