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Sep. 27th, 2010

The Origin

In the Beginning

There was a girl from the real world with no real friends of her own. While she wasn't ugly, she was non-threatening and rather approachable, but she felt isolated and at times, completely misunderstood and neglected. She found it hard to relate to the others like her and so receded into herself. One night, she laid her head down on the pillow, curled her feet and fell soundly asleep, lost in her dreams and reluctant to wake up. Within her dreams was a black slate, an abyss waiting for a structure.

She created a sky, and then the moon. It was stuck on the west side of the abyss, a white sphere shaded in the blackness. On the east side the girl created the sun, an orange fireball that lit up the entirely of her space at once. One would wane and wax while the other illuminated to create the illusion of day and night, but neither would ever be completely without the other. After Heaven's creation, she looked down to her feet and noticed that nothing was supporting her. so she laid down some earth on a foundation of gigantic rocks and stone slabs. Grass sprouted and flowers of every variety blossomed. With her fist she punched a large hole into the earth. The pain was so much that she began to cry into the hole, tears and blood homogenizing to create a clear pink metallic tasting lake. Once the lake was filled and she stopped bleeding, she continued her work. She exhaled and a gentle wind blew east to west and clouds rolled overhead, sometimes bringing warm rain showers. Sakura trees grew in the garden to provide a beautiful spring. Oak trees grew on the east side to shade the harshest of the sun's rays during the summer. Maple trees grew around the house to ensure a beautiful autumn. Pine grew furthest from the house to ensure that winter was just as beautiful.

The girl touched the trees and from them sprouted bugs- From the sakura, butterflies and moths were engendered. From the oak, beetles, bees and ants emerged. From the maple, crickets, grasshoppers and glow worms were born from the roots. And finally, from the pine, only flies, ants and earthworms came from it. Seeming to understand their purpose, each insect set to their jobs.

The world was quiet and still, even though she could see the minute presence of her insects. She pushed together a chair of stone for herself to sit in while she pondered the types of animals she would really want and the types of animals necessary for sustaining life. The mammals were easiest; From the bark of trees and the leaves of grass and flowers she molded rodents, deer, cows, cats and dogs. She reached her hands into the sky and pulled down falcons, hawks, sparrows, blue jays, cardinals, ravens and doves, one by one. When it came time to invent marine life, she was suddenly at a loss. She turned to her already created animals and only chose a few. From the birds, she took blue jays and cardinals and tore off their feet and beaks. She threw  the remainder into the lake of blood and tears and watched them squirm for a moment before the tail feather and wings became fins, their lips becoming tightly pursed as the need for air was no longer necessary and gills formed on the sides of their bodies. The dismembered blue jays became trout and the cardinals became salmon. From the insects she took handfuls of beetles and threw them into the brackish water, watching them grow legs and pincers, becoming much more horizontal and crablike. When she threw in a falcon she watched the thing grow a vertical fin, hard sandpaper skin and numerous teeth, and thus grew up a shark. Obviously, it was not her intention to make a predator of the sea, but it was a mistake she was determined not to make again, and left the animal kingdom alone for a while.

Once her earth was completed, she built her house in the middle of it all. It had windows, arches, pillars and awnings. A garden of wildflowers, lilies and dragon-snaps bordered the perimeter, trees shaded the tall soft grass and soft stones arranged in pathways to and from the house.
It seemed to grow on its' very own volition, to shrink or expand, widen and lengthen depending on the need and capacity. Vines of ivy crept up the sides of the house, digging into the crevices and nooks.

The house had no need for a door, the entrance was only one large arch. She entered and her feet felt cold, so she invited the grass and earth inside to cushion her heels; The plants and dirt were only glad to oblige, carpeting the entirety of the first floor, every staircase and upper floor with short grass, little buttercups and forget-me-nots. She bumped into the wall from lack of light within the home and she opened holes in the walls to invite the sun and the moon to look in, which they did. Numerous little vines grew from the ceiling and dangled down, a dull orange bulb of light on every tip until the ceiling mirrored the stars themselves.

Within her hall of earth and divine light, the girl was satisfied and fatigued with her days work. She pushed together a bed made of moss and earth and curled up, the crickets serenading her as she napped.

Sep. 26th, 2010


My First Born

When the girl woke from her nap, she remembered all of the things she had created to fill her world. They filled her with joy but the vacant hole where society should go was still left void. The mammals treated her well but could not speak to her. The birds would never speak to her and the fish really had little idea that she was their maker. Leaving her house, her toes tapped lightly on the stepping stones only to sink into the earth as if she were a titan walking on a giant sponge. She soon came to her lake of blood and tears, observing her handiwork and her own reflection.

As she looked at her reflection, she couldn't help but notice that it wasn't looking back at her. Perplexed, she reached her hands below the surface to throttle the mirror. It responded by poking it's head up above the surface. She pulled at it's body and pulled out arms and fingers. Once on the shore of the lake, it was shaped like a merman, and she couldn't have that. With a tree branch she separated his legs and gently formed his feet and toes. No longer did it resemble herself but the naked body of a man, mud hardening and drying on his bones to form pale flesh. She plucked a hair from her head and stuck it onto his skull; Instantly more hair grew on his head and sprouted to make his eyebrows and eyelashes. Her fingers grazed where his eyes should be and the skin split to create eyelids. They made contact with each other, his eyes black and hers hazel. She pulled where his nose was supposed to be and poked nostrils there, and with her fingernail she carved out a mouth for him.

It was relieving to hear him gasp for air at last, to see him smile back at her the way she was smiling. With only her index finger and thumb she molded ears on both sides of his head, so that at least he could hear her and she could talk to him.

The girl and her new friend spent the day collecting leaves and flowers, running with the dogs and teasing the cats. During the night they sung songs they never heard before and re-arranged the stars into constellations, familiar and alien. When neither could maintain a conversation anymore, they curled up together on her bed of moss and earth. She named her new friend Mao and he called her Mother.

Sep. 25th, 2010


Son Born from My Shadow

After the day when she created Mao, the girl decided to go walking through her garden during high noon to pick flowers in solitude, to collect her thoughts. In her right hand she held white and red roses, and in her left she held black and yellow roses. The bees whispered to her, asking her to come just a little closer to them. She obliged but wished she hadn't, her foot falling into a sink hole that was not of her design. Her hands flew forward to save her from hitting her head on the rocks, but the thorns of the roses dug into her fleshy palms and she bled into the earth.

The sun shone behind her to throw a long shadow before her. As her blood penetrated the dirt it seemed her shadow was beginning to move of it's own free will, although it was bound to her heels. It was forced to mimic her as she continued to pick flowers. It had to chase her as she raced Mao around the trees and even followed her into her house, where she arranged her flowers. Still, the shadow's head was turned the opposite directions that she faced. The sun slowly dimmed and the shadow grew longer and longer, until the moon finally started to shine. In that instant, her shadow detached from her body and ran naked back into the garden.

She tried to search for her shadow but couldn't find it in the bleakness. It wasn't hiding behind trees, underneath rocks or between flowerbeds. Giving up hope for the night, the girl returned to her bed with Mao.

In the morning, she stepped outside again and saw that her shadow had rejoined her, the same androgynous, rebellious shadow that she apparently made the previous day. She walked east until she was directly under the tall boughs of the oaks, the shade so thick and dark that mushrooms were growing on the roots. She reached forward to pick a mushroom and her shadow did exactly the same. With a quick movement, her right hand grabbed the wrist of her shadow and she proceeded to pluck it from the earth.

It screamed and writhed as she pulled him from the second dimension to the third, as if she were uprooting a mandrake prematurely. Again, it seemed she had made another man, this one more pale than the last. His hair was white, his eyes were grey and his teeth seemed very sharp. So taken aback at the albino that she let go of his wrist, and he fled to the oak trees to hide. She tried to pull him out of the forest but he refused to go, digging his heels deep into the earth and his nails into the bark of the trees.

The girl gave up and ran home to alert Mao immediately of a shy new friend for the both of them. Mao agreed to join her in their search for the newest addition, bearing a bowl of fresh milk from a cow nearby. They waited all day at the edge of the forest for their albino friend to brave the sunrays, but he refused to move. When the sun was finally starting to dim and the moon began waxing, their friend began to move towards them and the bowl of white milk.

When the moon was fully awake and shining he was finally out of the forest, and it seemed he could move anywhere. The girl used her fingernail to carve a mouth for their friend but it seemed too late for him, as he did not use his mouth to speak, but rather seemed to have audible thoughts. The girl considered this new friend of theirs a moon child, nocturnal only. It seemed that if he were to step out into sunlight he would definitely burst into flames, to scream in pain and wither miserably, like a mushroom out of it's element. She named her new friend Karyu and he did not choose a name for her.

Sep. 24th, 2010


Son Born from my Brain

When the girl looked back on her work, she noticed that she had made heaven out of coins, wind and ether. The earth was as natural as her skin and her sons, Mao and Karyu, contained her blood. She noticed that all of her creations had been physically pulled out of their homes by her. Sitting in her stone throne, she wondered if she couldn't just make a man out of thin air, by simply thinking him into existence.

She closed her eyes and saw within the innermost eye, a form of a man was already made. She imagined black hair on his head, and it began to sprout slowly. She imagined that he had eyes, and they opened to reveal serious black eyes. She imagined he already had a nose, and a mouth, his own set of fingers and toes. She tried to speak to him and he sprouted ears on either side. She envisioned him to be already standing upright, and he was. As she thought about her newest friend, she felt some sort of pain, an external and internal soreness.

The pain did not cease, but it grew worse as she continued to think about her newest friend. She sung him a song and he swayed to the tempo, seeming to enjoy music. She recited a haiku and he clapped his palms together in delight. The pain grew stronger as she continued onward. What she most wanted for her newest child was for him to be able to think for himself when she was not nearby to guide him. She told him riddles and he began to think with a newfound logic.

The pain was too sharp for the girl to bear, and she left her inner mind to tend to her throbbing migraine. She could not stand up or open her eyes, her balance thrown off with what seemed to be an enormous weight. It seemed the pain was coming from the top of her head, a large lump trying to burst forth. She gritted her teeth and with her fingernails, the girl tore at her skin and opened up her skull to relieve the pressure.

From the fissure in her brain sprouted her brain child, the one she had begun to make within her mind. He was covered in her blood and his skin color was the same as hers. The girl slumped over to her side, her brain exposed and her body passing out from the exhaustion of giving birth through her brain. Her newest son sat her back upright in her throne and pieced together her brain carefully, like a jigsaw puzzle. He laid her scalp back on her brain and opened her mouth to breathe air into her lungs again.

When she awoke, she found her newest son kneeling at her side, her oldest and her middle child looking on from a distance. Her newest son held her hand to honor her as she regained her balance and stepped down from her creation chair. She kissed his forehead and named him Ken, a simple name designed not to be cumbersome, but helpful and quick.

Sep. 23rd, 2010


Son Born from my Freedom

The sky was cloudy and windy when the girl left the house with Ken to explore the pine trees, far from the house and the sun. As they walked together, they spoke of the slowly growing colony of men that the girl was creating. Ken asked her if it was intentional or only the way that they were, and the girl couldn't say for sure. She knew Mao was the essence of herself, made from water and her own blood. She knew Karyu was her mimic, although shy and nocturnal. Ken himself had been an experiment, born like Athena from Zeus and thus born with a piece of her brain in his brain.

When they arrived at the grove, the sun's rays were weakest and the wind was the strongest. Ken was blown back two steps every one step he took and could not proceed where his mother could. The doves and ravens she created had hidden themselves in the inner boughs of the pine trees and chirped at her, amused that they were safe while their mother and her son were being blown backwards. Not one to take guff from birds, the girl dug her heels into the earth and began to climb the pine tree where the largest of the birds gathered. When she reached the top, she caught a raven by the tail feather and a dove by it's wing. They flapped against her grip to no avail.

When she descended to the earth, the birds struggled in her hands and Ken inspected the birds with her. Ken brought her hands together to combine the birds together. She pulled and smoothed at feathers and created a gray shade of flesh for a man. She used two wings from the dove for his arms and two wings from the raven for his legs. She rolled the bird torsos in her palms to create a man's torso and his lower body, which she and Ken sculpted to their liking.

Their newest shell was standing errect, but was without her blood and hair, without a mouth and eyes. While the girl began to poke eye holes into her new creation and carved a mouth for her son to speak with, Ken pricked his finger and dropped his blood onto the tongue of the husk. The girl plucked a hair from Ken's head and stuck it to the shell and it seemed their handiwork was complete.

Their new creation was simply without life now. It would not move, make eye contact or even speak. She sat with Ken and observed him, they grey skin reddening with Ken's blood and his scalp sprouting black hair. The girl touched her lips to her newest son and exhaled deeply into him, a large gust of wind filling his body with soul and life. He sprang backwards from her and attempted to fly, but realized immediately that he was no longer a bird, but a man with two feet and two arms. He pirouetted on his toes and outstretched his arms, jumping as high as he could to rejoin the air and the sun. It seemed as if he were dancing, but if it was out of joy or sorrow, it was unclear.

To no avail, the newest son could not rejoin his realm above. The girl and Ken took the new man back to the house, so the others could observe the man that was not made by the girl alone. Mao felt his face and his hair, understanding that he was not made like him, but similar to an animal that did not want to be tethered. Karyu felt his skin and his bones, understanding that this man had a larger heart and was prone to beneficence given that he was made with two organisms and not just with the blood, flesh and hair of the girl.

While the girl wanted to name her newest son, she knew in her own heart that he really wasn't that much of her own son, he was only a descendant. It was Ken who decided to combine the raven and the dove, it was Ken who had given him his blood and hair, and it was Ken to whom this man would have allegiance to. Ken named his son Kazu and dubbed him the purest son of the wild sons.

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