Category Archives: Fiction

The Space Between Heaven and Earth

The Nile River

Eleven months ago, my betrothed and I walked the desert to lie before the stars, so that their light might pierce our shells and share with us our true names. For the names given by family and friend are mere nicks and scrapes on the surface of a person’s true nature, and as the elders say, “Only the stars can show us who we are.”

Before the stars gave us the names we sought, our people called my betrothed the second son of Ammon, and me the second daughter of Nu. We went west from the great river, crossing the high dunes with a warm rain sitting soggy on our shoulders, and did not speak throughout the morning. I followed my betrothed, watching the dunes, counting our steps, spotting the few subtleties of landscape we’d been taught to navigate by, and soon we came upon our destination.

We did not see the monolith until it was right in front of us, for it had stood hidden, a giant grey slab of stone against the grey storm. Its walls inclined toward a single point high above, directing our eyes skyward, and we paced slowly around looking for the entrance to the sacred cave.

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Building Khaos

This is the first draft of a character sketch/world building exercise I did to help me better understand the origin of the deities and magic of my novel. I will be posting a more fleshed out version shortly, which stretches the story out and reveals a whole lot more about Khaos and her society.

I am known as Khaos to my people, though it has no great meaning to them yet. I have just learned (among other things) what it will come to mean, which it turns out is the antithesis to my thesis. The chaos of which I speak is a true danger to this world, and it is my compulsion to create structure, rules which promote homeostasis, stability, so that chaos cannot unravel that which I love and cherish; my people, my family.

I will be the one to shape the rules of this world. I know this because this morning I became omniscient. I am a God, or what will be called a God in the years to come.

When I woke up, just a few moments ago, from my grassy place in the corner of my dirt floored, stick-and-mud hut, I didn’t understand why fire always came to the fire pit when I needed it to warm the cooking pot, and when I looked through the open doorway and thought the crop looked thirsty, I didn’t understand why rain began to fall. I simply thought that was how it was supposed to be. I was puzzled by clouds, and by stars, by plants and animals; by sun and moon. I had a very incomplete knowledge of everything; but it was my love to question life, to question these things, and the question that I asked myself today was, can I know the answers to these questions, of the fire, and of the rain? and instead of wondering about the answers themselves, I decided to know them, and then I did. It was then that I became aware of my omnipotence, and decided I could know the answers to all questions, and I do. I now have complete knowledge, and am the first and only omniscient.

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To The Editor

About this story: I wrote this for one of the North Bay Bohemian’s writing contest’s, the rules of which provided a handful of images and simply required that one of the images be used in the story. I picked the image of a bottle of Sloan Family Liniment, but chose to write about it like it was a response to a previous article written in a newspaper, hoping to create some sense of history to the story itself. I didn’t win the contest or even get recognition, but I had fun with the exercise.

This is a message to the editor in response to the article you ran on October 5, 2010, about the 114 year old man that claimed the secret to long life was a daily two hour soak in a bathtub filled with something called “Sloan’s Family Liniment.” Well I’ll tell you what, I went on the internet and did a google of it and it turns out it’s for pain and stiffness relief in horses. HORSES. HAH.

Now, I’m 78 years old, and I wouldn’t mind some stiffness relief, but I was told at a very young age that coffee would keep me alive forever, and that I’d have to devote my life to it for it to work—so I’ve kept to those seventeen cups a day for as long as I can remember, and it’s done me well. I’m still here, and will be forever. I am eternal.
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Pale Feather and The Wind

 The people of the island of the swallow were the first to catch sight of Him returned, of His brown dragons on the sea and His golden warriors sparkling on the beach at sunset. And the people of the island of the swallow were the first to feel His wrath, the wrath of the wind, which comes to those who march against it. They called him the pale God; the feathered serpent.

It was a different people, not far from the island of the swallow, who welcomed the pale God into their rich land near the center of the world, who brought him gifts of gold and women, and to whom he brought good fortune and good weather in return.

Soon after His arrival, His dragons breathed fire and dove back into the sea, and on that same day, in the village of true crosses in the rich land near the center of the world, a woman became pregnant by Him, and nine months later gave birth to his pale daughter.
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Dust to Dust

Eve and The Serpent The first beings were born out of the blackness of a great void. The two children played in their infancy amongst the darkness and in great black sands that stretched infinitely and twinkled sharply in the children’s reflected radiance. They took turns shaping the sand, but the younger sibling showed a greater imagination and skill than the elder sibling. And while the elder traveled across the void and filled it with stars and planets and moons the younger created a single planet, and made a jungle to play in, and made life to fill it. But the critters and beasts that roamed the jungle were not enough, and the younger sibling shaped a companion from the black dust, and named it Adam, and Adam named its creator Eden, and they were good and happy; and they were equal. But Adam was different. While Eden could take from the black sands of the void and sculpt as it pleased, Adam was a sculptor of what already had been sculpted; he could take from the things that Eden had already sculpted, and create new things from them.

The elder sibling soon returned and took interest in the work that Eden had done, and became jealous. And the elder sibling went to Eden and said, “Let me play a while on your world and fill it with the kinds of things that fill your jungle.” And Eden made a wall around the jungle and said, “Do as you like but stay outside the walls, what is outside is yours, what is inside is mine.”
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