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 Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 9:21 am Post subject: Creative Mythology (Need Your Help/Input) |
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Hello, I had a strange dream last night. In the dream I dreamt about how the world was created, or the beginning atleast, and I realized something. This is probably how large scale, older mythologies and religions must have began. The priest, or priestest in many cultures (egyptain, agean, greek) dictated ideologies passed down to them "from the gods", and most likely got these ideologies from their dreams.
I wrote down what I dreamt about. It's about a page in length with very low detail, and am planning to expand it greatly, even longer than my dream. I then wanted to create a whole new mythology of stories, similar to the bible. I then realized the bible was not a story written by one man, it was several stories, written by several different people.
And since I am no huge author, I was wondering if anybody was willing to create a whole new mythology with me, a neverending one, where anything is possible, anything in your own imagination. I want to create some sort of writer's guild. You won't have to write giant stories, maybe just a one page story every month will sufice, but you can always write more. I want to keep the mythology somewhat lose, and very mysterious, this is what makes it very fun to the readers.
I will eventually create a website for posting these stories, and explain the creative, never ending mythology, along with writer bios, and such.
Is anybody at all interested? I may even start donating some of my VSP to the authors for a little incentive, although if you are creative, this might already appeal to you.
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| Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 9:30 am Post subject: |
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| I will write for you if you help me with some VSP. I really want to put up a site here. Give me details. I am interested. |
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Here is my first story. I am using a codename "Jeremiah" to tell this story because later on, many other people might create a story about the creation of earth in this mythology, and when they do, it will be told by a different prophet or visionary so as not to conflict. By the way, I realise it is a little jumpy, I kind of did that on purpose, just for an effect that it was translated from a different language or something. I did clean it up a bit, but it still may be hard to read smoothly.
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The Beginning Part I.
As Foretold by Jeremiah
There they were, automatons, drones, promenading in an almost never ending pattern in the darkness. The darkness was infinite, and myriad of automatons, called the Eontik marched without regard for their black and meaningless surroundings. This marching seemed to have lasted forever. But the marching was about to stop, very abruptly.
The darkness was deteriorating. The constant resonating stomp from the Eontik began to erode the darkness. Cracks begun to appear in the darkness, revealing overwhelming light. The Eontik was made to protect the darkness, and up until then, they had succeeded. Eons later, the Eontik finally worked out a decision.
A decision was made to try to fix these cracks, which now became even larger with time, and even holes in some cases. The Eontiks were told to cease all marching, although some still marched in a subconsciousness instinct. These so called rebel Eontiks, were ostracized by the new Eontik age, called the Farcade, and were turned into Craslez, or slaves. These Craslez would be the ones who were to fix the holes and cracks when a plan was finally made. The plan was made by a newly appointed Eontik leader, which until now no distinction was made between the separate Eontik, besides the Craslez. A democracy was formed. This new leader was given a name in which to call him. The name of Ebiryan was burnt into his speculum cast body from the brightest light searing through the largest crack.in the darkness.
The plan was to disassemble the Craslez, so they could fit into between the cracks, and repair from within. Before now, it was unknown what was actually in the light. The first test subject, a Craslez code-named Expi-1, was lowered into the crack. He was left in for one exact decade. During that time, the crack seemed to only get worse.
He was finally released from the crack. He was told to explain what he saw, and why the crack only increased in size. He described an earth, with rocky terrain, and explained that the terrain seemed to grow, and build upon itself. To the Eontik, these words and ideas did not exist, and they didn't understand his newly adapted visual dialect. He was disassembled a second time, which was punishment for his insubordination. This proved to be fatal for Expi-1, and many others...
The so called death of Expi-1 released a gargantuan explosion of colors and shapes. An explosion so powerful it turned others into a sparkling dust, a dust which escaped into the cracks. Others who witnessed this explosion finally began to realize the sort of things Expi-1 was trying to explain to the others. It is said millions of the Eontik had turned to dust from the blast.A lesson was learnt.
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You could start your own cult - you only need 250 signatures of people supporting your cult to make it legal and then if you have enough followers it can become a religion, but that is some stupid figure in the millions or billions somewhere that you would never be able to acheive. Anyway, if I have some time I might write some for you, but at the moment I have much coursweork to be doing and so have very little time. The idea of my own 'Gospel' appeals to me  .
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| Kovacs wrote: | | You could start your own cult - you only need 250 signatures of people supporting your cult to make it legal and then if you have enough followers it can become a religion, but that is some stupid figure in the millions or billions somewhere that you would never be able to acheive. Anyway, if I have some time I might write some for you, but at the moment I have much coursweork to be doing and so have very little time. The idea of my own 'Gospel' appeals to me . |
Haha, I will never take it that far, since I don't actually believe in what I am writing, I just find it very interesting, and I love creative writing. I'd be glad if you to wip up a short story  .
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Here is my new short story:
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The Death of Human Flight
From the Tomb of Fuga
In early earth all humans who graced the world once flew in the sky, like the birds. Some even lived among the birds. Xera, the goddess of flight always reminded each and every human to make sure they clean their wings and feathers often, or they one day might fall off, and be flightless. This was a simple task, and all humans did it, because they enjoyed the freedom of flying, and did not want to lose that freedom to something so trivial. As time went on, humans became more questioning and apathetic.
They began questioning Xera, and why she would allow this happen to them. Humans began testing her, and see if what she said was true. Many humans began to stop washing their wings daily. To their relief nothing happened. Xera was labeled as a liar. Xera tried to explain this was not to be taken so literally. Primitive humans did not understand this concept and continued to persecute Xera for her deceitfulness. Xera went into hiding from the humans.
The humans continued to not wash their wings. The wings of humans became more and more dirty. Suddenly many humans began loosing their feathers rapidly, and found it very hard to fly. Soon they lost all their feathers. Some humans not wanting to be like the others, began washing and washing until the feathers fell off. Soon it was an epidemic. The humans blamed this on Xera, claiming she was trying to get vengeance on them. They sought out Xera.
They found her in a cave on top of Mount Fugo. The humans were armed with weapons and fire. They were going to kill her for her constant harassment. Most had to climb the mountain, for their wings were too badly damaged to fly up. Some just stood at the bottom ready to shoot her with arrows when she was to be flushed out of the cave. Xera did not succumb to the human efforts to take her life. Xera fought back creating giant gusts of winds, which to this day, still remain on earth, sometimes creating natural disasters like hurricanes. The forcefully winds killed many throwing them off the mountain. Humans also fought back hurling fire and arrows.
Finally one of the torches caught Xera's wing and engulfed it in flames. Try as she might, Xera could not put out the fire, because it was doused with a substance the humans called Black Light. Xera's wing continued to burn, so she flew from the cave in search of water. Just then, the archers shot at her from far below. Soon enough, one hit her in the back, dropping her to the ground. She laid there dying.
Instead of the obvious rejoice over the conquered, the humans did not, instead they weeped. They realized what they had done. Xera turned to dust in front of their eyes. Just then, the humans wings caught on fire, and we burnt to crisps. Thus is the death of human flight. |
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