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Creation MythIn the beginning of time there was nothing but a bleak darkness that was a never ending abyss. The guardian of this abyss was a lone giant, a woman named globe. Globe had many powers; however she never had the chance to use them because there was nothing to use them on. Eventually, Globe grew bored over her constant vigilance of nothingness, so she decided to create her own civilization to watch over.
Taking a handful of nothingness, she compressed her palms together as tightly as she was able, until it melded into a mass of hard rock. This rock she called earth. However Globe was not satisfied with a mere rock. She put imperfections in it, which are now known as the mountains. She formed grass, which led to fruitful trees and rolling valleys.
Her creations needed a life force, so she herself positioned herself in the sky, a beam of light from which the living would gain their life sustenance. Globes position in the sky led to her being called the sun. After she was sa
Chapter 3: DinnerChapter 3: Dinner
While Shane walked up the hill I smiled. When he was talking to that dwarf he sounded just like a cop reading someone his rights. I figured that I had to talk to him after he did that for me.
When he was all the way up the hill I got out of the lake and put on my clothes. The moment the material touched my skin I felt dirty all over again.
I walked up the hill and found Shane cooking the meat he had caught. It looked like rabbit. I don't think I like rabbit.
I walked over and sat down next to Shane, who was sharpening his dagger on a rock. There was an awkward silence that passed between us.
"So, I take it that thats rabbit?"
He looked at me oddly then. "Yes."
It was silent again.
Then, "so, you're talking to me again. Should I be honored or something?"
It was a very snippy remark, which made me look away from him. I already apologized, what did he want?
I started to play with the dead grass that marked the beginning of the forest again, weaving it in and out of
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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