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Just Letting Off Some Steam
Let me introduce myself briefly before I begin my story and then I’ll step aside and get out of the way so you can foist all your attention on the two stars of this account. My name is Thoth, and since I have been appointed Lord of Divine Words from the beginning of time by the Creator, any time there is a conflict or argument between the gods, I am beholden to record the battle and bear witness for all to hear. With that out of the way, I shall proceed with a traditional segue, “Once Upon a Time…”The year is 79 A.D., as we reckon time today, and the month is August by the Gregorian method we ...
The First One
…A being of light and dark, they acquired consciousness eons ago, around them laid the infinite emptiness and before them were two doors. Part of them wanted to go through the first door and www.onedoor.ccpart of them wanted to go through the second. And so The First One battled theyself for a time incalculable by mortal minds. Slowly but surely The First One separated into two beings. Samun and Numas. Samun struck down Numas, and, believing to have killed them, crossed the first door.Kel didn’t sleep a minute in the last thirty or so hours. Ira’s monologue, together with the apparent disinterest of most s...
The Riverside Haunter and Expressionist
I woke up slowly, a throbbing ache pulsing arhythmically through my body. I was vaguely aware that I felt heavy, compressed. There was a gurgling in my ears, and a ringing like an eternal bell. I realized the gurgling was the waters of the Fae Run, the river my village stood next to. I was laying on the riverbank, legs floating in the water, torso upon the dewy grass. The ringing persisted.I heaved myself up off the ground, and almost fell face-first into the river again--I must have had my weight in water soaked into my clothes, but my body was light, far lighter than it should have been. I ...
The Spinner of Golden Tales
Aedna sputters to the surface, blindly thrashing her legs and arms. The Pinkietoads leap from their lily pads, ping underwater, watching in wide-eyed wonder at the strange creature flailing in their pond.At last, Aedna opens her eyes. The pond is ringed by trees, but not the kind of trees she knows. The silvery bark sparkles in the sunshine, and the purple leaves whistle in the breeze as she swims awkwardly toward shore, finally standing when her feet find the muddy bottom.Two grey-ish green trolls, out for their afternoon stroll, gawp with open mouths, their sharp teeth glinting.“What sort of...