Writing Myths #11, #15, & #20: Energy. Everything is Energy.

I haven’t done a Writing Myths post in a while because I really couldn’t think of a myth for why it snows but finally I got an idea.

Quick update: I’m almost done with this project. Yeahie!! I was a bit worried there that I wouldn’t finish before the end of the year but I only have 4 left. If I double them up, I should be good. There are some I haven’t done a separate post for, like why flowers lose their leaves, because I discussed it in a post or two that was focused on something else. Anyways, back to this post.

For this entry, I’ve combined 3 prompts:

Write a myth to explain why it snows.

Write a myth to explain why volcanoes erupt.

Write a myth to explain the tide.

Back in the day in the northern lands, whenever the last months of the year rolled around, the air would grow cold and sometimes the leaves fell from the trees but other than that, everything was much the same. The people complained that it was pointless to have a change in temperature and nothing else so the Creator decided to give them something to rejoice over. He made it snow.

The Creator thought this would be a wonderful gift and a great idea for how to use the excess energy that usually cause havocs if not immediately used. What many don’t know is that we are all created from energy. That’s all there was in the beginning. Boundless energy streaming across the universe, combining and breaking apart as it bounces around.

In the beginning, the Creator took this energy and fused it together to create people, animals, vegetation, and all natural wonders we’ve come to know today. He made the earth and the solar system using energy too. There was more energy in the universe than he could ever use but he thought his creations were good enough and nothing more was needed so he didn’t put the excess energy to work.

Later, he realized this was a mistake for the unused excess energy constantly bounced around his creations sometimes melding into them causing disease or, in positive cases, improving a creation so it evolves into a new creature. The excess energy affected all things, even the sea, where it directs the water, a phenomenon we now call tides. The Creator realized that the best way to use the excess energy was to funnel it through his creations, which is why everything in nature has a cycle. That way, energy is always being used.

The Creator thought he had finally solved this energy problem but again an issue popped up. Sometimes his creations took in more energy than needed and had to release it, but usually that release is done in a catastrophic way. For example, earthquakes and volcanoes. That’s the earth expelling excess energy. The Creator wondered what to do and the complaints of the northerners helped to solve the problem. Whenever he’s able to foresee a buildup of excess energy, he uses the extra energy to make soft pieces of ice fall from the sky. He made it snow.


Writing Myths #10: The King Who Wrestled The Creator

I’m back with another Writing Myths posts. Yay!! The prompt for this one is:

Write a myth to explain why tsunamis happen.

Long ago, there was a king who thought he was the mightiest being of all because he was so tall that his hair brushed the sky and was so strong that he could move the largest mountain. He was also brash and arrogant and often his arrogance clouded the little wisdom he had.

One day, his arrogance got the better of him and he boasted that he was greater than the Creator. The Creator heard him and decided to punish him for boasting such folly. But first, the Creator decided to be merciful so he asked the king to reflect on the folly of his words to receive forgiveness. The king refused to do such a thing and continued to boast. He even challenged the Creator to a wrestling match!

The Creator refused to belittle himself to engage in such actions with a mortal who He knew was not equal to him and so declined the challenge. But the king became enraged at being shunned and jumped on the Creator to wrestle him to the ground. Sensing the king’s intention, the Creator grabbed at the king’s arms, flipped him over, and flung him to the ground, where he tried to wrestle the king into submission. But the king continued to struggle and even started to insult the Creator so the Creator dragged him to the bottom of the deepest chasm in the sea and chained him there.

Though the king’s mortal body wasted away, his soul remains chained at the bottom of the sea. His soul is as mighty as his body was and every now and then it breaks free of the chains and tries to drag itself to land. For if his entire soul should ever reach land, he would gain a body from the earth and be able to challenge the Creator again. The Creator is always quick to subdue him when he starts to rise. The tsunamis we see are just a part of his soul — his hand stretching to grasp land.

Writing Myths #8 & #9: What causes lightning and thunder?

I’m back again with another Writing Myths post. This one is short. I stole some time tonight to write it before turning in to bed. My eyes are droopy.

I’ve combined two prompts again:

Write a myth to explain thunder.

Write a myth to explain lightning.

The angels had no idea what would happen when they held the first rock concert in heaven. Celestia, the angel of holy lights, came up with plan one day when in a fit of excitement, she struck her guitar and produced a high-pitched screech. She had never heard such a sound before. Neither had Desmond but he took it as a que to start thumping his drums and soon the rest of the band of angels joined in to create a crazy new sound that was both exciting and exhilarating.

They were all pleased with the new music they made and shared it with a few of their friends.

“Oh, Celestia! Your band must hold a concert so everyone can hear this new music,” Lucius yelled over Celestia’s practice thrills on her new holy lights-infused guitar.

Celestia thought it was a great idea and made plans with her band to hold a concert. Angels throughout all the heavens attended. Celestia and her band allowed themselves to get swept away by the music as it played upon their souls. It intensified the sound and sent their audience in a dancing frenzy. It was a great concert.

But all things in heaven affect earth and the angels did not see the effects of their wild concert. Each thrill Celestia made on her holy lights guitar produced a bright flash of light across the sky and whenever Desmond beat heavily on his drums, a great boom resounded as if something heavy had fallen in the sky. The humans were fearful of these occurrences and hid in their caves. But as time passed, humans grew accustomed to them and named the occurrences lightning and thunder.


Not so great but it’s all I could think of.

Anyways, g’night.

Weekend Reads #28: Writing Myths #7, #13, & #17: The Baboon King

November is more hectic than I expected. Good thing I didn’t bother with NaNoWriMo but now I’m behind on my Writing Myths posts. It’s the 20th of the month and I’m just on prompt 7. There are 20 prompts total so I have 10 days to complete the remaining 13. Can I do it? We’ll see.

This post is longer than usually because I got carried away a little. For this one, I’ll combine three prompts:

Write a myth to explain why birds fly and fish swim.

Write a myth to explain why snakes have no legs.

Write a myth to explain how bees got their stings.

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Weekend Reads #27: Writing Myths #5 & #6: You wanna know where we’re from?

It’s November 14. I’m supposed to write something every day, even if I don’t post it on here, but it’s been 4 days since I’ve written anything. It’s been a busy week at work. By the time I get home, the last thing I want to do is write, or think. All I want to do is just tune out from the world for bit and float in a sea of silence and nothingness.

Reading isn’t much better either. I’m still reading Haggard’s She and though I’m almost at its end, its interminable boringness is making me want to pick it up less so now I’m heading into my third week of reading it. Anyways, I didn’t intend this to be some sort of journal post. I just wanted to let you know what’s up, in case you were wondering.

As you can see, I’m being lazy and am combining a Weekend Reads post with a Writing Myths one. I don’t feel up for two heavy writing posts right now so I’m doing it all in one. In case you’re wondering, Weekend Reads is a weekly discussion on a variety of topics. At the end of the post, I’ll include what I plan to read on the weekend. (And since I already mentioned She above, I won’t bother mentioning it below.)

And, obviously, this weekend’s topic is one from the Writing Myths list. Writing Myths is a writing assignment I’ve given myself for the month of November. I just realized that I’ve never posted the list of topics for Writing Myths so I’ve attached it to my first post, if you’d like to see it.

I’m now on prompt #5, which is:

Write a myth to explain why the grass is green.

Since I’ve done that here, I’ll skip this one and go to prompt #6:

Write a myth to explain where human beings come from.

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Writing Myths #4: Why we are born and die

Here’s my fourth myth entry. This one was tough for me because I couldn’t think of anything that I liked. I guess I’m losing confidence and questioning myself too much. I don’t think it’s good to be overly critical when creating something but it was hard to pause myself while writing. Anyways, here it is. It’s all myth after the topic statement.

Write a myth to explain why we are born and why we die.

My grandma used to tell me that life is about balance. Too much of any one thing is never good. I remember, when I was young, asking her why I’m here. Why do I exist? And she told me this tale.

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Writing Myths #3: Why is the sky blue

It’s only November 5 and already my plan to write something every day isn’t going as great as I’d hoped. I’m just too tired when I get in and, as I’m writing this, sleepy. I hope this makes sense. I’ve tried to edit it for grammatical and punctuation errors to the best of my sleepy abilities.

This post is part of the Writing Myths post assignment I’ve given myself. This time, I have to —

Write a myth to explain why the sky is blue.

When the first artist ever born was young, he enjoyed spending his days splashing around in paint and making little scribbles about him in his mother’s garden. Whatever his paints touched took on that color permanently, which is why there are so many differently colored flowers, fruits, and vegetables in the world. The artist became more meticulous in his application in his teen years as he grew more serious about his work.

One day, as he sat working with a series of blue oil paint on his palette, there was a loud boom that shook the earth most fiercely. The tremor so upset his paints, that they slashed about their containers. One made such a huge splash that it splattered the sky above. Since the sky was always the color of the sun’s rays, the splattered paint gave it an odd polka-dot look, which the artist found unappealing, so he instead painted the sky in variations of blue and set it to alternate between the various blue tones according to time and weather. It was his greatest masterpiece and from then on, the sky was always blue.

As for the large boom, it so happened that the last coconut on the first great coconut tree had finally fallen.

Writing Myths #2: Why the leaves change color

I intend to write something every day in the month of November. To help me do so, I’m following along with a writing prompt for myths. See my first Writing Myths post for more details. For this post, I have to —

Write a myth to explain why the leaves change color.

Back in the day, man and nature were in tune with each other. Man could talk to the trees and animals and understand them and be understood. But the war of the gods shook that relationship and upset the balance of the world creating seasons, which reflected the ever shifting state of man’s relationship with the creatures with whom he shares the world.

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Writing Myths #1: Why the sun rises and sets

It’s November so that means writing. Some people have signed up for NaNoWriMo, where they try to write a novel in a month, or DigiWriMo, where they write whatever they want to in a variety of forms. I’ve considered to join both but have decided to go with neither because I’m not prepared. Plus, I just don’t feel like it.

However, I want to make November a writing month so I’ve decided to write something every day for the month of November and maybe post something on here everyday as well. With that in mind, I was glad to discover Jason’s post, Writing Myths, this morning. He found 20 writing prompts on Facebook for writing myths and I liked the idea so much that I decided to do it too. Here’s my first for November 1st. (Let’s see if I can post it before midnight.)

Write a myth to explain why the sun rises and sets.

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