The Creation of the Earth--Part One (706 hits)
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Submitted by ~JP (View user info) at 2004-02-27 19:36:06 EST
In the beginning, there was land and sky. Stretched out to the far ends of the world was pure, lush green broken only by clear lakes, blooming trees, and a vast array of wildflowers. Above the land, the sky stretched out endlessly in an intense blue interrupted only by the whisperings of soft clouds. The land and sky met on the horizon in perfect harmony, and the world was a picture of perfection. To the north, the yellow star rose and warmed the land to a golden brown. To the south, a cool breeze blew in the smell of pine and the sounds of days past. In the west lied a body of pure, clear water stretching farther than any eye could see. The east, however, was the cradle of creation.
Shining down with its immense power, the monstrous yellow star was passing over a perfectly formed cloud, forming a deliberate shadow on the ground. As the star continued its journey, the warm rays combined with the soft grass and mysterious shadow; an apparition was born. He was called Steorra Niño. A great green horn topped Steorra's massive head, which sat on an enormous body of light. Despite his size, Steorra was virtually weightless, for he was made mostly of the intangible. The only things opaque about him were his eyes; they were made from the deepest green of the land and revealed a spark of wisdom, even at his young age. On Steorra's back rested enormous spikes that stretched just short of the sky, from his sides stretched great wings, and his tail was a gigantic natural spiral taller than ten trees.
Being merely an accident of light, Steorra was devoid of physical needs. He tasted, drank, and slept only for pleasure, and therefore had the endurance to explore when and how he pleased. He visited the soft brown lands of the north, enjoyed the breezes of the south, and sipped from the purist water in the west, only to end his circular journeys in the east. At first, he was contented to rest in the east because of its native familiarity. He needed none of the resources there, nor was it particularly breathtaking, but he somehow always felt the burning need to go back. After numerous pensive days lost in the thick blue of the sky, he finally discovered what he was looking for at last: a companion. Though he had been to the far corners of land and sea, and had experienced all there was in perfect existence, he felt empty without another being to share it with. He visited the east often, and still no new being or apparition had formed. He then had an idea. It began as a passing flicker but soon grew into a great flame of hope. Steorra was to create.
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Submitted by ohlookasquirrel (user info) at 2004-02-27 20:32:42 EST (#)
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Submitted by ExplodingGopher (user info) at 2004-02-27 20:20:36 EST (#)
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That's funny Mack because if you were going to make fun of me for my 'head stinking' (which I'm going to construe as an insult to my intelligence), you'd think you could spell 'your' right.
Submitted by MickGinny (user info) at 2004-02-27 20:06:57 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
you are so full of shit, you're head stinks!
Submitted by Kracka (user info) at 2004-02-27 19:51:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
excellent first paragraph then it just got weird
Submitted by RandytheHelpfulPineapple (user info) at 2004-02-27 19:40:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Very good descriptions all around.
Not sure about this odd character, but I can't judge a work in progross. I'll have to check the next one to see where it goes.
Good job.