Thursday, November 15, 2012

My Stories or... What I've Written of them

Florence Conway:

                  I woke that morning to the sound of my maid, Anna. The year, 1845. I wanted to start my day of wonder, after all this was the most amazing era to be alive. I walked to my closet. I insisted on dressing myself except for my corset. For that I needed Anna. I called for Anna, she quickly arrived and her blonde hair and round face were very kind. She helped get my waist to eighteen inches. I quickly got into my lemon yellow get up and walked out the door. I stopped at a vendor who was selling the most wonderful smelling bread. I pulled out my purse and bought a loaf. I ate part of it and put the rest in my bag. I walked a bit more and arrived at a friend’s house, Elizabeth Barrett. I knocked on the door, Wilson, the maid, opened it. She let me into the house and left. I proceeded to walk up the stairs to Ba’s room. I knocked and entered. She was sitting on her couch reading.

                  She looked up from her book and said, “Come in Florence.” I closed the door behind me.  I walked to the chair in front of her couch. I immediately sat down. By this point I should tell you about myself. I am twenty, red haired, named Florence Conway, and I live in London, England. I didn’t wait for Ba to stand before I sat because she is an invalid. Her brother Edward died about four and three fourths of a year ago.
                  “So, Ba, What are you reading?”
                  “Some poetry by Robert Browning, did you know that he has been visiting me?”
                  “Really! He’s the most handsome poet in all of England.”
                  “Yes, what smells so wonderful?”
                  “Some bread I bought, would you like some?” Ba nodded and I opened my bag. I pulled out the bread and broke off a chunk. I gave the piece to Ba and she began to nibble on it. Ba looked out the window and finished her bread.
                  “I’m sorry to be so rude but could you go Robert’s coming.” I nodded picked up my bag and leaned forward to hug her.
                  “Is your father here tomorrow?”
                  “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye.”
                  I walked down half  the stairs when Mr. Browning passed me I nodded to him and vise versa. He proceeded upward and I went back onto Wimpole Street.


The smell of blood orange blossoms filled the air along with the tinkling of crystal ivy leaves hitting each other. Mithest, the goddess of youth and spring was in the central garden of the palace. It was a large circular room made of white and grey fleck with silver marble, with intricate carvings on the trim of the top and bottom. The floor was a black marble with crushed pearls in it. Towards the center, six marble columns made a sort of hexagon. Growing on these columns was crystal ivy cascading down them in intricate webs of purest green. On the edges of this room grew fruit trees of the most exotic types. At this moment all were in bloom but the most fragrant of all were the blood orange blossoms smelling of the purest orange conceived. Mithest walked to the center of the room where a fountain depicting the Greek god Apollo riding his chariot, the water coming out of the horses mouths.

                  Mithest looked into the waters, she studied her reflection, her long golden hair cascading over her shoulders and almost touching the water. She had the fairest complexion of any of the gods or goddesses at the palace, this included the youngest, Thyme, who was only two years younger than Mithest, who was already one-and-twenty years and looked like she had never seen sunlight. She was the goddess of spring for Persephone’s sake! Persephone is a sister goddess who rules over Greece and is also a bringer of spring and youth. Mithest looked back into the water. She also saw large emerald green eyes staring back. She splashed her reflection and made it dissipate into indistinguishable ripples.

                  She heard a noise and looked up to see one of the crystal ivy leaves falling then smashing into the ground. She looked up again and saw one of the keepers of the garden fly down in a hurry to clean up the mess. But, it was too late, the mother goddess, Basileke, had shown up. Basileke had the utmost respect for life, she was the mother of the harvest, the great mother goddess, and while she would never end life she wasn’t afraid to threaten it. She proceeded to tell off the keepers that this was the fifth leaf this week and she would throw them into the darkest depths of the underworld for a few days if they weren’t more careful. She turned to Mithest, Mithest bowed to the mother goddess; this woman was the female ruler of all Carnel. Basileke left, leaving Mithest to wander. Wander Mithest did. Her orange gauze dress flowed behind her as she walked. The dress had two thick shoulder straps and was a somewhat low cut on her large breasts. The hem of the dress went down to her heels.

                  She went to see her brother Zekehale, the god of weather. As the name implied he didn’t have the strongest physique. She knocked on the door and entered, there he was sitting at a table engrossed in a history book; while omnipotent he loved rereading history. He looked up; his slightly greasy hair was limp. His circular reading glasses were perched on his hooked nose. He didn’t actually need the glasses, but he liked to wear them while reading. The weather changed according to his mood. Today he was in a pleasant mood and it was sunny, she hoped. There was no doors or windows in this palace. Only the highest of the gods and goddesses were allowed to leave. Her brother stared at her patiently realizing that she was in deep thought. She was his only other intellectual equal. They were the most intelligent of any other of the immortals, as they called themselves. Mithest looked at Zekehale, she thought of how particularly handsome he was when he was cleaned up.

“So what do you think about tonight’s meeting of the gods and goddesses?” said Mithest.

Zekehale took off the glasses and set them on the desk in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and looked up, “Tonight will be another tedious affair of petty jealousy, envy, and corrupt power. As always happens at these meetings, nothing accomplished and nothing gained.” He began to nervously run his hands through his hair; it was one of his habits.

Mithest took this as a sign that he was worried, “the real problem is they never listen to the younger among us, including us.” She lowered her voice, “especially Basileke who seems to see us all as puppets. Except her husband, Rianold.”

Zekehale looked at her in disparity. Mithest rose to leave, she walked over to Zekehale kissed his hair, told him goodbye, and left him to his reading. She wandered the halls saying hello to the odd passerby as she headed to her room. There she found some nymphs there to fit her into a new dress commissioned by Basileke. Mithest hated all of it. When the ordeal was over they left her to her thoughts. In five hours the meeting would begin and a clash of personalities would meet.  Maybe this time they could get the meeting to work. She heard a knock on the door, she heaved her chest and rose to answer it. It was Zekehale, or Zeke as she called him. “Come in Zeke.” Said Mithest. He crossed the threshold into her brightly decorated room.

Above their heads animated ceramic birds of vibrant and vivid colors flew overhead they always made Zeke feel uneasy. The floor was a dark oak with cream-colored walls. The furniture was an apple green with copper undertones. The walls were inlaid with opals, rubies, and diamonds, however they were set into the walls to make images of trees, birds, and insects. On one of the walls though, she had two crossed swords with jeweled handles. Zeke sat down on a small sofa and waited for Mithest to sit. She sat next to him on the small sofa. There was a look of worry in his eyes. Then she became worried. She could never really read his thoughts. It was just difficult for her. Usually she could figure out what others were thinking, even Basileke! She smoothed her dress, one of her nervous habits. She could tell he was nervous because he was combing his hair with his fingers. He opened his mouth to talk then closed it again. She tentatively waited for what he was going to say. He opened his mouth hesitantly again but just as soon closed it.

“What!?” yelled Mithest.

Zeke took a deep breath and sighed. He shook his head and stood to leave. Before he could take one step Mithest had grabbed his sleeve and yanked him back onto the sofa. He looked back at her with the verge of depression on the back of his eyes. Somewhere below there was a thunderstorm ready to hit.
“Mithest, I have some hard news to tell you, soon after you left the Mother Goddess came to my room. She had some news to tell me.” He took another deep breath, “I’m now betrothed to Thyme, the goddess of children and women.”

Mithest immediately began crying. Thyme was a spoiled goddess favored by Basileke and very not deserving of Zeke. Everyone but Basileke hated Thyme; she was also the most air headed of them all. Mithest took Zeke’s hands into hers. “If I could I would marry you, even though you’re my brother.”

Zeke looked up; a childish gleam in his eyes. He had an idea. “Mithest you could marry me, we’ve never been told we couldn’t!”

Mithest was flustered; this man was her brother, her friend. She could never think of him as her lover! “Out Zeke, I need to think.” Zeke left with a slight smirk on his face. She looked at a clock no time to think she had to get ready for the meeting. She slipped out of her dress and informal corset. She had to put on her formal corset with made her already small waist even smaller and her breasts looked bigger. She then put on her dark grey formal gown and headed down the hall to the court of the gods and goddesses. She found her seat next to her brother. He was smiling! She found it unnerving. At that moment she knew her answer to his question. Once she sat down she said no to him. This made him exceptionally mad. He stormed out. However, since she had some favor with the Great Mother Goddess, she could probably use a favor to have him betrothed to a nicer, smarter girl like Kileet.

Once the meeting started the fights began, she used this as a moment to see Basileke. Once there she explained her predicament to Basileke and the Mother Goddess took it all into consideration. She told Mithest that the answer would be announced at eh end of the meeting. So, after and hour and a half of arguing, envy, and screaming, Basileke silenced the group. She then told Mithest to fetch Zeke. Which was easier said than done. She marched down the hall to his room where he found a very mad Zeke. She knocked and entered. Once in the doorway he threw a book at her head, which she dodged with slight uncertainty. After that first book, a flood of items; mostly book were lobbed at her. Once he had calmed down she got him to follow her. Once he was mad he had the mentality of a ten year old. They entered the meeting room and sat themselves on their side of the long, dark, ebony table. Zeke crossed his arms and sat.

Basileke spoke, “everyone, I have a very important announcement to make. As you all know Zeke and Thyme are betrothed but I have made a slight adjustment on the asking of Mithest. Zeke is now going to marry Kileet.”

Thyme proceeded to cry out of sadness, Zeke threw his arms around Mithest and hugged her, cheers went around the table, and Kileet cried out of happiness for she had always loved Zeke.  Kileet was a shy and meek woman. Her copper hair was the envy of many a goddess. Her only problem was that she was frail, weak, and his first cousin. She was not a strong willed person either. Mithest left to go to her room. She was elated. All had worked out. Now her only problem was leaving this palace. While she had favor with the Mother Goddess she hated her guts. The tedium of the palace was killing her. Life was so dull so monotonous. Goddesses here sew, knit and are at the men’s call. Mithest hated it. Feeling restless she switched into a pair of cotton pants and a cotton shirt, which was a rare sight at the palace, women didn’t usually wear pants.

She walked down the hall to the rec. room. For men, she didn’t like the one for women it was full of frilly stuff for girls. She opened the large doors to the room there she saw weights, swords, and mats for wrestling. She walked to the wall full of weapons and picked up a long sword. She started drilling herself. Her brother had taught her how to fight with a sword. She knew most of what was needed to fight. The sword was heavy in her hands. After half an hour of this she left, if she was caught in there she could get in serious trouble. Just as she opened the door she met the Mother Goddess who looked furious. Mithest knew she was in really big trouble.
“Why were you in there, it’s for men only! I’ve been looking for you for a whole half hour!”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“Mithest, If men can’t go into the ladies rec. room then women can’t go into the men’s’. There must be standards to maintain. Punishments must go with the standards if they are broken. Mithest, as punishment you are to be turned mortal for a few days. It will not be permanent but it will teach you a lesson. Say good bye to your brother but tell him nothing in ten minutes meet me in my office.” As Basileke walked away she smirked to herself, she’ll not last a day.

Mithest was trembling as she walked to Zeke’s room. She entered his room; he was quite happy, he rose to meet her. She sat down and sighed.
“Zeke, I’ll be gone for a few days please don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

Now Zeke looked worried, exactly what she wanted to avoid. Before he could speck she left. She didn’t even change into a dress she showed up at Basileke’s office. She knocked and heard an “enter” from within.

“Take my hand Mithest.” Mithest did as she was told she closed her eyes. All of the sudden she felt a slight chill and a strange smell she had never smelled before. She opened her eyes. Basileke had left her naked in the middle of a forest. Luckily it’s summer, thought sarcastically. She hoped no one was around this area. This was going to be strange, being a mortal. She got up and began to walk around to fin a place to sleep. She found a nice cave that she settled in after she got wood for a fire. Zeke had nicely taught her how to make fire. Once she was warm she wondered how long she was going to be like this. She then heard a growl behind her. It was an unusually large brown bear.

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