myth

(This a creation myth written for school. Be warned, it gets a bit gory at times, and plain disturbing at others. If you have a really weak stomach, please, for your both of our sakes, go click one of the links to your right under "Recent Blog Posts." Proceed to read the bleeding-heart poetry that pops up.

More seriously, I worked hard on it and I would love some feedback. Enjoy.)

The Shapes

A very, very long time ago, before humanity or the World or even the Gods themselves, there was only darkness. No stars glinted in the dark, no sun scorched the earth and no pale moon hung. There was only the infinite, invisibly roiling darkness. Finally, the darkness congealed into nine clots. Over time, these clots grew until they could distinguish themselves from the homogeny around. Once this happened, these Nine Shapes emerged from their indistinct surroundings.

(My first flood myth that I wrote for school was, apparently, too flippant, so this is the replacement. It's on the disturbing side, but it was actually pretty fun to write. So, now, I've warned you twice. Perhaps a third warning is need: This story is gory and involves the ritual sacrifice of children as well as blatant bowing down to authority. There we go. I hope you read it now, after that profuse warning. Cheers.)

Kamorkar’s Heart and Kal’oba’s Flood

(This another one of the those times I am forced to post an english assignment instead of something I chose to write myself. The difference is that I had a lot of fun writing this, and I'm actually pretty proud of it. I'm thinking I'm might write a religious text on this "Steve" character. It could be very fun.)

There is a power that exists in everything, a force responsible for all life and death, an intelligence responsible for the governance of the universe. This being has no name. No human formation of sound can capture its entire essence. For lack of a better word, the few scholars fortunate enough to have knowledge of this beings have universally referred to it as “Steve.”

WEll.
I put it on.
we put it on.
And soon I should have a video.
In the meantime: Here's a link to a bunch of photos! http://s186.photobucket.com/albums/x215/NoTbodyforsae/EURIDICE/?albumvie...
Orpheus=Girl in red dress
Stones=awesome outfits
Euridice=strapless dress girl
Hades=boy

Characters:
Eurydice
Orpheus
Hades
Stones
Father/mother

Stone 1: This
Stone 2: Is
Stone 3: Eurydice.
(stage lights come up. Eurydice and Orpheus center.)
Stone 2: Do you know the story of Eurydice?
Stone 1: The story of Orpheus?
Stone 3: It is a sad tale indeed.
All stones: We are the stones.
Stone 3: I am the Tall stone
Stone 2: I am the small stone
Stone 1: I am the LOUD stone.
All stones: We will tell you the story.
Stone 2: One day, while walking through the forest, the great musician Orpheus met a young girl.
Stone 1: Her name was Eurydice.

Long ago, when the Earth was young, and the moon never glanced upon it, Father Sun blessed Earth and all of its inhabitants with warmth and light. In return he demanded was recognition for his job well done. During this period of prosperity The White Raven, the Owl, and the Eagle were bountiful. Day after day they would come home with plenty of food.