Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Random Thoughts: Six

We're just going with installment six of Random Thoughts so I don't get confused. And no, I don't know why I feel the need to keep track.


Does it weird anyone else out that Dr.Phlox basically pimped out T'Pol to Trip? I mean, their conversation about Trip's insomnia was basically this:

Dr.Phlox: Hey, don't you Vulcans know how to do a sort of massage that could make Trip go to sleep better?

T'Pol: Oh, yeah, that's really sexual partners intimate.

Dr.Phlox: T'Pol, don't be such a prude. Just cut out the Vulcan happy ending and you'll be fine.

I am more convinced now that Dr.Phlox is just a crazy real life fanfiction writer and hardcore ships these two together in his stories. I bet he got at least one hundred notes on his Tumblr entry about how he got his one true pairing together in real life.

As a pagan, I wonder how many Loki fan girls have tried calling upon the real Loki and are getting royally screwed over by the Norse trickster God. Or, not even calling on the real Loki, but just joking around with friends and doing stupid fan girl shit and calling upon the fake one in jest and the real Loki just pops his head up like, 'Sup? Did I hear someone asking me to give them a boon in my own special chaotic way?'

In all the old stories in which Satan is said to have cloven hooves and has to wear boots to hide them, didn't anyone ever wonder why his legs bend backwards? I'm assuming that he had the goat legs to go with the hooves. Even if he didn't, what shoe fits a hoof?

Oddly specific measurements sometimes confuse me if I think about them for too long. Who came up with the gallon? Why is a cup 8 ounces instead of 4? Who decided all of this?

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Death And The Butcher

In a city lived a butcher and his wife. One day, as he was walking from the smoke house to the store front, he glimpsed his wife and a frequent customer sharing a kiss while they thought no one was around. The butcher was mad with jealousy. He vowed in the shadow of the doorway to take revenge on her for her infidelity.

That night, after they had closed for the day and were straightening up, the butcher took his sharpest knife and hid behind the door of the storage room. He moaned like he was in pain and cried for help. The unsuspecting wife rushed to her husband's aid. By the time she had crossed the threshold and saw what lay in store for her, she only had time left to scream.

The butcher first stabbed her in the stomach. The pain took her breath away, cutting short her cries. As she fell he stabbed her again behind her shoulder, and when she looked up to meet his eyes one last time, his knife found it's final place in her heart.

By the first stab of the knife Death awoke.

By the second It was ready.

And by the third, It appeared.

In an effort to get rid of the body, the butcher set about preparing his wife like he did the animal carcasses. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a movement by the door, just outside his line of sight. Unable to throw it out of his mind as a trick of light, he turned, brandishing his knife and stepping closer.

"Come out, intruder. Are you another of my wife's lovers?"

He jumped out of the room ready to attack whoever was outside, but when he saw what was standing there he drew back in surprise, almost dropping his knife. What looked to be a woman dressed in all black stood there with a stern face and wide black eyes.

"You can see me?", Death whispered. Tips of pointed teeth revealed themselves to the butcher through barely moving lips. "Then cast your mortal eyes to the dirt and look not upon me. This will be your only warning."

The butcher's mind was too consumed with fear and the remnants of jealousy and rage, and therefore he did not heed Death's warning.

"You are no lover, I'm not even sure you are human, but now that you know what has happened I can't let you go."

Death gnashed it's pointed teeth in anger for a moment then began to laugh a booming laugh, loud as thunder. The butcher dropped his knife and slowly started to back into the storage room, keeping his eyes on Death. He slammed the door and went to lock it but Death flung it open, throwing him to the ground. It quickly stepped inside and closed the distance between the two of them.

"Foolish man! If you want to go up against one such as I, then see how you fare."

Death spread Its arms wide and Its large, tawny wings enveloped the cowering butcher and his dead wife still laying on the ground. The butcher wept in the face of Death's retribution, pleading for mercy, but it was too late.

That night Death came for one, but claimed two.


It is so dumb to threaten dangerous, supernatural creatures.

This is the second one I came up with. It's supposed to take place in the 1930's. I can only assume that butcher shops in that time frame had some sort of storage room. In an article I read of an interview with a butcher's children who were alive around that time, they said their father had a smokehouse connected to his shop, so at least that part was accurate. Apparently my Google-fu is lacking because I can't really find any good information on storing techniques for that time frame. Neither can I find the lingo because I don't know if they would have called it a meat locker, or have some sort of freezer. I tried to keep the terms light and vague, but definitely not modern.

At first I was going to give Death black wings, but that's really cliché. I also really like the idea of Death having wings like a hawk, or some other sort of predator bird.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

The Origin Of Angels

When the universe was still quite young, and Earth and man had not yet been thought of, the being that came to be known on Earth as God, among other names, Was.

And It was lonely.

And It was tired from creating.

So God thought to create helpers and guardians to keep It company and help It with all these new creations. It sculpted a mold of a human-like figure. Into this mold God poured part of Its unending being, then closed it for a short time.

When God opened the mold the first time out sprang forth an angel that shined with a light from within, bright as our own sun. Before God could even get a chance to speak, the angel told God Its name was Lucifer.

God opened the mold a second time and out stepped a being strong, courageous, and ready to take on enemies. Its face was handsome, yet already battle hardened. God named this one Michael.

God opened the mold a third time and out came a being who was talkative, ready to serve, and fleet-footed. God named this one Gabriel.

On and on this went until God was sure that It had a being for every use and all the help It needed. God told Lucifer to discard of the mold. However, when Lucifer touched the mold it glowed and jumped. Lucifer brought this strange behavior to God's attention. God approached, but before It could touch the seal, the mold cracked and split in half.

Out stepped a being clothed in darkness. Its smile was pointed and vicious. It looked upon Its new celestial family with eyes all black. It was all at once beautiful and terrible,  cruel and merciful, gentle and harsh.

And Its name was Death.


So this story and a few others just popped into my head one day and they kept nagging at me so much I had to write them down. This is the first I wrote about the origins of the Angels and the origins of Death. The more I think about it, it really is more of an origin of Death I guess, but I didn't really want to give that away from the title. Whatever, I guess it's both.

I have no clue where I'm going with this, or if I'm even going anywhere with it at all. I might just keep them as little myths that I made up, or I might weave them into a bigger story as part of the world's mythology.  Que sera, sera.