Short Stories
In the beginning there was only Her... and the darkness.
In Her fear of the darkness she created light so She may see.
This allowed Her to see She was alone.
In Her loneliness She bled, and from her blood, three children were born.
She loved and nurtured them in happiness. However two children were not happy, they grew resentful of their mothers power and plotted Her death.
When She slept, they bore a hole in Her eye, plucking it from the socket and ripping Her apart from the inside. As She died, Her corpse curled into a ball which formed the world.
Her flesh gave way to earth and dust.
Her bones and teeth became stone and mountain.
Her hair rotted and gave life to vegetation.
Her brains seeped from her skull to create the marshes and bogs.
Her stomach spilled out creating the acidic swamps.
Her blood thickened creating veins of gold.
Her tears filled the vast oceans.
Her soul stretched and expanded into the majestic skies.
And the eye that had been plucked, swelled into the moon, closely watching.
This is why we call her Mother Earth.
"This is the third year of winter. Food is scarce and people are on edge. Some have even dawned the fur of wolves and started slaughtering and eating the others... it has been a nightmare." Bjorn sighs as he lifts a broken jar. "Nothings left..." he lifts the edge of the snow covered blanket on top of a overturned carriage he had slept in the night before. As he looks out into the Steppes to see nothing but snow. The wind, strong and forceful. He can just faintly pick up another noise. Howls? Fear creeps into his eyes. "Ulfhedinn!?" Bjorn exclaims. He retreats back underneath the carriage where he had made camp and pulls the blanket to cover the entrance. He looks at his axe, dented and cracked, now only held together by rope. He grabs it tightly as he hears the crunches of the snow get louder. The footfalls stop just short of the carriage and begin to slowly circle it as if hunting prey. Bjorn hold his breath, readying his axe.
The movements stops. Listening intently he hears the light growling of a beast just beyond the opening but then hears the step falls retreat back the way they came. He gives out a deep breath of relief and lowers his axe. Suddenly the sound of impact and the splintering of wood from behind. He turns to look but before he can see what's there, teeth catch his right arm. He pulls back the axe and chops down into a wolves skull, killing it instantly. He looks back again to see through the splintered wood, a woman, snarling, dawning a wolves skin upon her head and her mouth covered in blood. His eyes meet hers and she gives off a deafening cry. Suddenly all around him he hears the scratching and splintering of wood. The woman begins frantically clawing at the carriage with complete disregard to the pain as her fingernails peel back and splinters of wood imbed themselves in her skin, as if the only thing she cared for was getting to him.
