Stories tagged “myth”

  • Myth

    Sea and Moon were lovers once. They were one, moving through the nether, each completing the other, made for each other. Both knew they would be together forever, but it was not so. Moon and Sea soon found themselves near a new world neither of them ha...

  • All the Good Ones

    “In the beginning there was nothing – only darkness.” No – too clichéd – too obvious. “Valuon, the giant squid, swam slowly through the infinite void.” Better – something for humans to get their head rou...

    • Author: Match
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5

  • What a way to start the day

    In the beginning there was darkness. And God said, “Turn on the friggin’ light”. And lo, the friggin’ light was turned on. God separated the darkness from the light. The darkness he called ink, and the light he called paper. And he gave the pap...

  • Myth II: Fading

    The moon waited for the sea. Each day, as they waltzed, he always wanted more. But each year, they grew more detached. Each year, they became more distant. The moon soon became just another observer. He looked into the chaos of his lover’s childr...

    • Author: J. Rein B.
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • Myth III: Alone

    But then the sun died. The sun grew immense in its senility, its dying throes burning the rocks that orbit near it. It swallowed the first two of its subjects, then directed its fiery gaze on the now abandoned Earth. The sea was not prepared. Nor was t...

  • The Beginning that Never Was

    In the beginning there was everything – not the nothingness, the endless void, but everything – all that was, is, could be – right there, coming together in infinite combinations, a riot of sounds, smells, colours, sensations, actions...

    • Author: Match
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • Nadir of the Highest

    The pale oracle dipped her quill into the hollow of her eye socket, loading the nib with blood. She wrote upon the roughly bound parchment laid before her, empty glaze still levelled upon her visitor. Time, unbound by clocks, drifted by. “It is f...

  • Not As It Was Made

    Vaklir of now is not as it was made. The firelings raised volcanoes to boil the sea and when it fell from the sky to cleanse the Cloud Knives of the Zora it carved a new sea at their base, and their bodies choked its terrible fjords. Their spirits haun...

    • Author: Cary
    • Posted over 2 years ago.

  • Popular misconception.

    People say that jealousy is insecurity. nothing further from the truth. Jealousy is the absolute certainty that the person dearest to our hearts does not belong to us.

  • From the Deep

    A discordant wailing sound filled the air as the priests began to play a gigantic set of pipes that looked as ancient as the rocks themselves, weaving a melody over the constant tattoo of the drum beats that drowned out the girl’s incoherent pleading...

  • The Bright Side of Boxes

    “Come on, Pan, there’s got to be some way we can spin this,” cooed the nymph, cradling her friend. “How?” Pandora sobbed. “I’ve ruined everything. Everyone hates me! I’m going to get blamed for the terrib...

  • The Glade of White Grasses

    They called it the Glade of White Grasses. No man knew why it had taken on such a peculiar character. The children loved to go there to play in the summer, to pretend the snows of winter had claimed this little patch all year round. It was as good a gu...

    • Author: Robert Grey
    • Posted over 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • Reputation in a Gutter (Mature)

    “Little winged bimbos! That’s what they think we are now, little winged bimbos,” the tall, handsome man slumped over the bar. He gestured at the level of his empty pint glass. “They think we’re this high.” The barman...

  • The Tale of the Future.

    The cantalope rolled toward a girl. What would she do?She was minding her own buisness, happily gnawing on her frozen stick of joy that her father especially froze for her.The girl didn’t remember times of cantalopes—or other fruits.Things ...

  • Razbliuto or: The Death of a Scarf

    “A fount of tears and blood I spill,” said the demon suddenly one lovely morning, “But love, but love, is meaner still!” “Look here at my scarf,” the angel said,“It is woven with gold, and the one who sewed it ...

  • Wedding Branches

    From the upper floor of the house she looked over the vineyard. She could see rows of chairs and heavy red grapes hanging above the altar. Her dress was in the closet and the last of the tables were being arranged. It would only be about sixteen more h...

  • Orpheus

    He walked on as his strength ebbed from his body. He felt his arms drooping. Scared of dropping what he carried, he fell to his knees. He fought looking over his shoulder as he struggled to get back to his feet. He couldn’t drop her. He mustnR...