A Decade Short: Stories

When God, disgusted with man, Turned towards heaven, And man, disgusted with God, Turned towards Eve, Things looked like falling apart.  But Crow Crow Crow nailed them together, Nailing heaven and earth together- So man cried, but with God’s voice. And God bled, but with man’s blood.  Then heaven and earth creaked at the joint Which became gangrenous and stank- A horror beyond redemption.  The agony did not diminish.  Man could not be man nor God God.  The agony Grew.  Crow Grinned Crying: “This is my Creation,” Flying the black flag of himself.  "Crow” Ted Hughes Prologue In the black cycle of life, we are at ti mes so infested with thoughts of wealth and material well being that we are forced to consider where we are within the world, often judged and interpret our stance by our possessions alone.   Yet at creation, at the dawn, we are forced to inhibit a start of eternity.   The forced sensibility that our bodies are meant to lead somewhere, someway, some

The stars all set fire, all at once.   I was there as the midnight sky burned before me, igniting the horrors of the mortal coil, speaking what could only be spoken to those who knew they had not long to live.   As if the burden of asking for a few moments more was a privilege, I stood in the green of my garden accepting the bounty of my insignificance.     The world was carnage.   Hundreds of people stormed in front of me, some pulling on my hair, grabbing hold of my arm, pleading with me to share whatever rations I had before the torment began.   I had little, nothing in fact, nothing of worth or value, just my love for a girl who had long departed from my life, not through death, but through the consequences of my abhorrent actions.      In between the streaks of terror and violence there was a girl before me huddled up within her own arms, was she frightened at a world gone mad?   I walked over slowly, showing my honest intentions.   Nevertheless, as she raised her face towards m