The Tomb of Truth_Cernunnos’ Memory_Departures and Arrivals_The Pocket Watch
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The Tomb of Truth
As the hiking tour guide spoke, Astrid looked around. She had signed up with her fiance, but he had broken up with her a week ago. Deciding to go it alone she listened as he he told the group about the legend of the Tomb of Truth. Only those who needed it would find it for it appeared out of nowhere. The stories said that if you went inside and asked what you truly wanted to know, it would tell you. Inside the cave it was said that a huge flame was lit and the sound of drums played. Astrid laughed to herself. She didn’t believe in legends. In fact she didn’t believe in much right now. All she ...
Cernunnos’ Memory
The accidental discovery nearly sent me flying! CERNUNNOS?!! The Celtic God’s earliest depiction is in caves in Northern Italy?! And I had been pushing him away this entire time! He truly was an ancestor! Suddenly, and without warning or control, my mind was catapulted back ten years – to the first teacher. I realised I’d been had. I hadn’t been taught a thing! Merely platitudes and manipulation. Flashbacks to all the non-answers and persions, micro facial expressions suddenly making sense.She may have been the first, but she definitely wasn’t the last. False faced teachers were a dime a dozen...
Departures and Arrivals
Content Warning: DeathBy 12:01 am the lines were already backed up farther than infinity stretched.I followed Sharlene to my booth with the little gate that would open to let them through. I didn’t know it would be like this. I had heard stories of the crowds, but there were so many waiting. I started to feel panic creeping in, but Sharlene turned around and looked at me and I choked it down. It was obvious by her whole demeanor that she didn’t take any crap. I figured if I showed any apprehension, she’d probably fire me on the spot. She had a large, intimidating frame and looked like she’d be...
The Pocket Watch
Once upon a time- all my favorite stories begin that way- a child found a rather large watch in a rather unusual place. The child was me, and the watch was a special one... but let's not hear this story out in the cold. Come in, sit by the stove while I finish supper. This season never seems to end, now does it? The wind, the snow, the sky- all polar and frostbitten, makes the whole world gloomy, but not by my stove. Now listen close.I was walking down a path- barely a path, you know, only an impression in the leaf litter- through a forest, one of those perfect places that no one goes looking ...