Month: August 2015

This is another story that I wrote for a high school mythology assignment. More old stories here.

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“Demetrius! Jacasta!!” My wife, Diana, called for the children.

I glanced over to the yard where they were supposed to be feeding the geese. A few handfuls of grain had been thrown on the ground, but the feed sack had been left against the storage shed and some of the geese were eating grain directly from the sack.

The sky was darkening quickly.

“Children!” Diana was standing in the doorway of the house holding the curtains aside. She saw the sack, and hurried toward it as the geese scattered and sought shelter.

It was not until it began to rain that the twins came running from behind the shed laughing, and ducked into the house under their mother’s halfhearted swing. I believe that Diana would not have missed had she not been encumbered by the sack of grain.

I unhitched the plow-horse and led it to the stable, then came in myself – stripping off my wet clothes and placing them near the fire to dry. The children came into the room wearing fresh clothes, and sat down by the fire looking glum.

They called to their mother in the next room, “Mother, why can we not play in the rain?”

“Ask your father,” she called back.

Jacasta turned to me. “Why, father?”

“And where does rain come from, anyway?” added Demetrius.

So I told them the story of the origin of man.

“A long time ago, when the earth was young, Kodimo, the father of gods, decided to create someone to rule under the gods: man. He asked his three sons – Hostum, the earth; Maiko, fire; and Carlus, water – to find a suitable place for man to live.

“First, Carlus took man to the water. Man seemed to be all right for a few moments but, when man tried to breathe, he began to drown. So Carlus quickly took man out of the water. Water would not be man’s home.

“Then, Maiko took man up to the sky where the sun is. All above the earth was far too hot for man to live, and again man took ill and nearly died — until he was saved by Maiko. Fire would not be man’s home.

“Finally, Hostum took man down to the earth. Maiko, the hot-tempered and jealous fire god, hoped that man would not survive on earth either, but man took an immediate liking to the earth, and all could see that the earth was the perfect choice for man’s home. Carlus, the cool-headed and sensible water god, accepted this, and even decided to aid man as needed.

“Maiko remained very angry, and continually tried to strike man dead with lightening. Every time there is a rainstorm, it is Maiko and Carlus battling over man’s fate and, as Maiko strikes to kill and set fires, Carlus does his best to undo Maiko’s mischief by raining water from the sky to quench the fires and aid man in growing food.

“That is why you can’t go outside during the battle between Carlus and Maiko that you hear as thunder. That is also why it is difficult to get reluctant Maiko to appear in the form of the fire we use for cooking or, as this fire now, for heat.

“Until this very day, Carlus, the water, and Hostum, the earth, work together to help man. Hostum watches over man and brings forth seeds, while Carlus helps these seeds grow. Maiko unknowingly aids man with his heat and light.

“And that is the story of rain, and the story of man.”

The children kissed me. “That was a very good story,” said Jacasta. “Yes,” said Demetrius, “thank you, father.” And, because it had stopped raining, they ran back outside to play.

Another dark story, but no one  — at least, no human — dies. More old stories here.

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Father Daniel was extremely pleased with himself, though he cautioned himself not to be prideful. There had been no one in the recent history of the Catholic Church who had been elevated to pope as quickly as he. But he hazarded to think that no one was against his advancement. With all modesty, he believed that he deserved it and, in truth, no one previously had been able to accomplish what he did. Father Daniel (he still thought of himself as ‘Father’) had conquered the Devil. He did not do it figuratively, or on a single individual level — as one might during an exorcism — instead he actually and literally conquered the evil persona known as Satan. This is how it happened.

On Sunday, October 25th, the beginning of that fateful week, Daniel had just completed saying 11:30 mass when the visitation started. It was his first year in the priesthood and he didn’t consider himself particularly devout or sinful – though, in truth, he was more of the latter. During the visitation, Father Daniel was not visited by anyone, rather, he was the visitor. He had been walking from the church to the rectory when he suddenly found himself in Hell.

Daniel found himself in the center of an enormous throne room lit with flickering torches set along the distant walls. At the end of the room toward which he was facing was a glimmering throne, and seated on it was a dark, impressive figure. He immediately knew that this was Hell, and that the being on the throne was Satan.

Satan spoke: “Greetings, Daniel. I challenge you to a contest. If you win, I will amend my ways and allow you to convert me to Catholicism. If I win, I get your soul.”

Father Daniel knew there was no choice. However slim the possibility of defeating the Devil, he must take it. But still he hesitated: “What kind of a contest?”

Satan smiled at his reluctance. “We shall see which of us can got a small animal to come to one of us.” He gestured to a point on the floor midway between them and a squirrel appeared, and sat completely motionless as if it were not alive. “The winner will be the one to hold it in his hand.”

“Why did you pick me?” asked Daniel, still stalling for time to absorb the situation.

“No particular reason,” replied Satan. “Enough of this. Do you accept the challenge?”

Daniel took a deep breath. “I accept,” he said.

“The contest begins,” announced the Devil as, with another gesture, the squirrel stirred.

Father Daniel did not know whether the squirrel would come to him, sensing him as the proverbial ‘lesser of evils’ or if Satan has some trick up his sleeve. But Satan had.

The squirrel regained its senses and looked around for a place to hide. It began to move to the side of the room, moving slightly closer to Father Daniel than to the Devil. Daniel bent toward the squirrel and began to call softly to it, trying his best to act welcoming. Suddenly the squirrel froze and turned its head stiffly towards the throne. Then, moving as an automaton, began plodding its way toward Satan.

He’s controlling it! thought Father Daniel, as the squirrel continued toward the throne, its head occasionally twitching as if its feeble mind were trying to fight the Devil’s control. So he doesn’t have complete control!

Daniel had an idea. He let out a shrill beckoning whistle and watched as the squirrel shot a yard in his direction before the Devil regained control.

Daniel tried again, repeatedly, but his whistles had less and less effect until eventually, the squirrel did not even pause. It had now made half of the journey from the midpoint to the throne, and Father Daniel was out of ideas. Unless…

Daniel reached into his pocket and produced some coins, which he let go rapid fire to land in front of the squirrel — between it and the Devil. He had gotten a few of the coins into the air when something appeared in the corner of the room and said suddenly, “Master, I…” Satan jerked his head in the direction of the newcomer who, Father Daniel could see, was in the shape of a demon with horns atop his head and a barbed tail. As Satan turned his head, the coins that Daniel had launched began landing, and Satan lost control of the squirrel.

The squirrel moved faster than any living thing that Daniel had seen and, before he knew it, the squirrel was running up his left leg. He scooped it up and held it to his chest as the Devil turned away from the charred husk that had been the demon, and he looked toward Father Daniel with comprehension and fury.

“I won,” said Daniel meekly, and then more loudly, “I have won!”

Surprisingly, the Devil accepted his fate and came along willingly, and he, Daniel, and the squirrel appeared outside the priest’s rectory exactly one week after he had disappeared. It was November 1st – All Saints Day.

When, with the unexpected death of the old pope, Father Daniel became the new pope on New Years Day, he was still in the process of converting Satan to Catholicism.

For centuries, men believed that the insane were possessed. Despite modern psychiatry’s conviction that insanity had some biological cause, the Devil knew that insanity was in fact his foothold in the world to accomplish evil. His plan had worked to perfection, and he now stood in control of one of the most-powerful religious organizations in the world – the entire Catholic Church. For how could Pope Peter the 2nd – a name chosen by Daniel to celebrate the Devil’s defeat – not go insane after having to listen to Satan confess his sins?

Here’s another (silly) one from my deep dark (early) youth. I may need to start carbon dating the paper to identify the year in which my stories were written…

More old stories here.

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The Collector flitted invisibly from deep shadow to shadow. His stealthy movements did little to disturb the other dark inhabitants of this nether region. He paused to consider his mission entrusted to him a few short moments ago by the evil Dark Master, The Collector knew that the Dark Master drove his servants harder than was necessary, but the Collector had known no other existence. He had been taught by the Dark Master to carry out the never-ending battle against the Horrible Filth that regularly invaded the Dark Master’s domain.

He continued haltingly done the narrow lane of fate, knowing that there would be no turning back until he fulfilled his dark destiny and, only then, could he return to the Dark Master waiting for him in the rover. At last, his goal was in sight. He pressed against a wall — retreating into the black recesses — keeping a darting eye out for any intruders.

There! He caught a glimpse of a Silent One, a clear minion of the opposing force. The Silent One turned toward him. He knows! The Collector knew what must be done to protect his mission. He moved toward the Silent One…

The Collector was halted by a voice. Some message from the Dark Master:

“What the fuck are you doing? Leave that rat alone and get the garbage, will ya?”

The Collector grabbed the trashcans and moved steadily back up the alley.