Storytime 1

Before the story, a short preface. I have no idea where I’m going to go with this or if I even will go further, but I had a lot of fun ideas come to me while I was writing, and I’m eager to get some more fiction under my belt. Either way, this is something new on the website. I’m treating it like another daily entry for now, but I’d like to see myself maybe adding a ‘story’ page as well, with more material like this. Whatever happens, check this space for updates.

Humans suck. Why did celestials have to suck, too? That might have been easy enough to come to terms with, if they had really come thousands of years ago like all of those boring books said –  but no. The 21st-century seemed like the best time. Go figure.

            I have a lot more questions than I do answers at the moment, but I’ll give you as much of the backstory as far as I can remember. No one knows why it took until now for them to show up, or if they even existed before this. Is that even possible? Honestly, thinking about the whole thing just gives me a migraine so let’s look at some positives.

            One small good thing about it is that there was no prior warning, no matter who you were. That may seem like the stupidest victory lap to be taking, but governments, billionaires – the whole crap-tastic capitalistic system, they got as much as a heads up as we did.

            Let me describe them a bit more. Hmmm, hold on. That might be harder than I thought. They are epically mythological, in that they can be or do pretty much anything, which terrifies me in ways I am unsurprised to know I can be. At least they don’t know everything. I guess the line was drawn at omniscience. There are only three of them which, again, might be cold comfort, but I’ve been doing some reading on mythology and the closer that number is to one, the better.

            Oh crap, mythology. Right. Well, if you’re reading this, rest in peace. Not like you’re going to die or anything – well, technically, you will someday (but that’s not relevant) – anyway, you have a lot of work to do. It’s just kind of your job to save us. Kind of. You’ve got to at least try. Let me explain. Okay, we do – sort of – know where they come from. At least I do.

            You see, I wrote a small mythological story of my own. Nothing too serious I thought,  just some bored creative expression for my sister. She’s five and loves hearing my stories – the darker the better. I just wanted to make her birthday story special. I pulled all the stops: rampaging monsters, a helpless city, and some terrible gods. Like, they would put Zeus and Old Testament God to shame. I know, crazy. To make matters worse, that’s when they showed up. I had spent hours perfecting the imperfections of my vulnerable setting. I set up the villains, they’re here. That much I’ve told you. So I’m nervous for just one more reason than everyone else – I have hope. Where the fuck is my hero?

If things have gone according to plan, you should be able to help us out. You’re my relative, a couple of thousand years separated. Now, you need to capture lightning in a bottle. No pressure, but you need to bring some gods to life. For all of our sakes. Please.