Pamela 🐝 Williams en Bee Stories In English, Storytelling, beBee in English Operations/Project Analyst • Hafele America 3/7/2016 · 2 min de lectura · 2,1K

The Ascent

The AscentThe Beginning of the End

Welcome to the continuing fictional saga about the life of a young female Indian warrior. The story is told with each episode moving back in time. This backward movement was chosen for a specific purpose to have the reader ask the question; why?

We are each our history and so as the story progresses contemplate the whys and see if what you believe led to the events was in fact true.

Although this is the first episode, it is not The End. That will literally come at The End, when all the whys have been answered.

The young warrior has been named Kisuhs Nicanol (Moon Child). This name comes from the Passamaquoddy tribe of Eastern Maine. The use of words, traditions, ceremonies, and folklore within the story are also representative of the Passamaquoddy tribe. But the story is not meant to be a historical depiction of tribal events or its people. This story should be viewed as a work of fiction only. The author does not guarantee the proper use of the tribe’s language as it is a very complicated language and is in danger of disappearing. I hope you enjoy the story of Kisuhs Nicanol.


The Ascent - Episode 1

Kisuhs Nicaol stood on the narrow ridge and stared down at the crashing waves. The spray made her shiver in the buckskins worn thin from years of wear. The sharp rocks upon which she leaned felt like the quills of a porcupine against her cold skin.

It would be so easy to follow the spray as it fell back to rocks below. Her muscles ached with exhaustion. She had lost all track of time and did not know how long she had been holding herself upright on the ledge. The stones beneath her bare feet were cold and slippery. The slightest movement and the decision whether to scale the cliffs behind her or surrender to the waves would be made.

Maybe the decision had already been made. Maybe the kansuhsuwok (ancestors) were telling her she had reached the end of her time on earth. Maybe her destiny lay upon the rocks below.

Tears welled in her eyes at the thought she would never know how it felt to belong; to find her place amongst her people.

She tilted her head forward to look down at the rocks once more. The storm’s winds caught her long dark hair and whipped it across her eyes, blinding her to the ocean’s violence.

This was the time, she would never see their approach, and all she had to do was lean a little farther.

Her cold fingers desperately grasped a protruding rock behind her. She couldn’t do it. Despite the years of isolation she still believed there was a place for her; that somewhere hearts beat in unison with her own.

She leaned her head against the cliff-face and let thoughts of hope drift through her tired mind. The winds began to die. The roar of the waves quietened and rays from the sun began to inch from behind the dark clouds. As the rays warmed her body she felt the stiffness in her limbs ease.

Moving carefully she turned to face the tall cliff behind her. She weighed the difficulty of her ascent. Outcroppings that she hadn’t noticed before appeared to chart her course. She carefully reached out for the first stone, pulling herself up so she could grasp the next.

Her muscles, stiff from hours of standing on the ledge reproached her efforts. She did not yield to their protest and continued her climb until she could see the edges of the tall pines that grew near the cliff’s edge.

The closer she came to the precipice the more unstable the rocks became. They began to crumble beneath her touch, slowing her ascent. Each outcrop had to be tested carefully to determine if it could hold her slight weight.

At last she reached the top and reached out for a small masqemus (birch tree) so as to pull herself over the edge. Only inches to go and she could rest upon the damp pine needles and wild grasses. She placed a bent leg on last rock. Grasping the small tree firmly and using the bent leg as leverage she would lift her body one last time and her struggle would be over. She could finally rest under the warm rays of the sun.

Mustering the last of her strength she pulled strongly on the masqemus and lifted her dangling leg. Just as her body lifted over the edge she felt the thin soil surrender the masqemus’s roots …


Image: Woman standing on a cliff 

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The Ascent


Pamela 🐝 Williams 1/9/2016 · #34

#33 I'm enjoying the comments very much Fatima!

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🐝 Fatima G. Williams 31/8/2016 · #33

@Pamela L. Williams I love it you totally had me glued in . An enthralling story and it had me pinned to the edge of my seat. I love the way you bring out the mystery in her and through this episode you give us all the courage to live on, even if our hopes are low.
" She could finally rest under the warm rays of the sun" is way of telling the audience once you cross those obstacles in life you will find the warmth of the sun that we all long for !
🤗🤗🤗🤗I'm off to Episode 2 (winks)

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Donna-Luisa Eversley 5/7/2016 · #32

She climbed to the peak to end it all at the top...while being hunted. Quite an interesting story, with many stories within her story. You have captured the play of emotions nicely @Pamela L. Williams! Bravo...

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Pamela 🐝 Williams 5/7/2016 · #31

#28 OH, but thank you, I'm glad I capture your imagination, that's the best compliment every!

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Pamela 🐝 Williams 5/7/2016 · #30

#28 yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't know the end yet. This story is coming to me in reverse. It won't be revealed until you know her journey. Sorry Randy....

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Pamela 🐝 Williams 5/7/2016 · #29

You are a true adventurer Chas! I'm glad you enjoyed my tale...on to the Prequel; The Hunt. Thank you for your amazing comment. I was spell bound and a bit scared (I don't do heights well!)#27

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Randy Keho 5/7/2016 · #28

Extremely well crafted @Pamela L. Williams .Very vivid and engaging. I fully expected her fate to be revealed -- but it wasn't. At first, I was disappointed. I was forced to think for myself (Damn it!). But, I think that how we respond to the story's non-conclusion reveals how we look at life. Is the cup half full or half empty? Did she live or die? Had she gone just a little too far, and, although she appears to have chosen life, was it now out of reach? We're forced to contemplate the various lessons that can be gleaned from the story. A superb job! Okay, now give it to me straight. Did she live or die? Inquiring minds want to know (Come on, it's just you and me, you can tell me). I guess you can always come back to the moment at hand after the prequel. Please do. Thanks for the story -- I think?

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Chas ✌️ Wyatt 5/7/2016 · #27

@Pamela L. Williams, I love this story. You have woven a tale full of mystery and by leaving some details out, I can tell by the comments, that readers are filling in their own conclusions from their perspective without seeing the details revealed. The mystery is what makes this a beautiful story; you provide more questions than answers and don't draw the story to a conclusion- I love this! What is the characters motives? Is she seeking to fly, or fall? It reminds me of some actual life experiences. Once I had climbed up a narrow canyon in southern Utah and as I rose in elevation there was snow and ice packed along the sides of the canyon with a stream flowing underneath the ice pack. When I had climbed as far as I could go because of the sheer narrow walls of the canyon denying any further ascent, there was a huge boulder wedged between the canyon walls about fifteen feet above me and about ten feet from the top of the mesa. The descent was much more treacherous and I couldn't follow the same path I used to climb up the canyon, at one point I came to a place where I had to make a decision; there was a bank of snow and ice on the opposite side of the canyon and the stream was flowing beneath me- I couldn't climb down and I had no way of knowing if the snow and ice would hold me, or if I would fall through- I gathered my courage and lept onto the bank of snow and ice, and fortunately, it held steadfast. The rest of the descent was without incident.
"If you don’t take risks, you’ll have a wasted soul." ~Drew Barrymore.
"I hugged safety close to my chest and kissed risk full on the lips." ~Betsy Cañas Garmon.

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