mgmspeakmythology

  It was a typical day in Asgard. The air was crisp and cold and the other Gods were eating and frolicking. Never mind that the Earth was being destroyed moment by moment. They did not care because Asgard was not impacted by all of the destruction. Freya drank from her cup and stared out over the landscape. It soon would be time to pick her warriors from the battlefield. This battle was taking place in a hot dry place. The battle had been raging for many years. Her exquisite red hair flowed behind her as she walked towards her chariot. Two sleek gray cats rubbed against her calves and stepped into position. The chariot took off and she gazed upon Asgard as it disappeared in the distance. She approached the battlefield and glanced at the hundreds of dead people. For a while, it was only men, but now she had women as well. The humans finally had the good sense to bring female warriors back into battle. The bloodied and scarred bodies were scattered everywhere. The sound of ...

       There are several versions of the Inuit Sedna legend. In one, she is dissatisfied with the men her father has chosen for her and so she marries a dog. Oh Sedna, I can relate. Her father is so upset with her that he throws her into the water from his boat. When she tries to grasp at the boat, he chops off her fingers and her fingers become the animals of the sea. Charming. 😒      The snow was blowing and thickly blanketed the ground below. From the piles of snow, a small figure appeared. She was wrapped in a brown cloak and her dark hair blew in the wind. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence and curiosity. She had not inhabited the earth for many years. Her feet felt the icy ground beneath her and she surveyed the landscape before her, wondering how much had changed since her last visit to the earthly plane. She knew that her people were still here. That made her smile. A powerful Angakok, or Shaman, called her here for some purpose. She was curi...

  I ducked as the bowl went flying over my head and shattered into so many pieces crashing to the floor beside me. He always got close enough to create fear, but never too close. He called me that word again and walked out slamming the door behind him. Tears welled in my eyes and my stomach knotted up. I was shaking with rage. I didn't know what to do anymore. My phone was ringing with more collector calls. I didn't answer. I couldn't deal with them right now. What could I arrange when I couldn't pay them? I looked at my work laptop and I thought of the project that I was having difficulty completing. I felt stupid and I wasn't sure that I could figure it out by the approaching deadline. I felt worse and worse. It seemed that everywhere that I turned for solace just ended up being another place where I could not find relief. I went to the window and I placed my fingers on the cold glass. Looking outside would sometimes make me feel more peaceful....

       She didn't want to have him killed. When he came to see her, she knew that it would end in sorrow. He was kind and handsome and her heart ached as she stared at the red tapestry depicting the soldiers fighting a battle. He would have his wish, he would no longer be fighting a fruitless battle.      She had first met him several years ago when they were both even younger than they had been this time. They were at a ball and he stared at her from across the room. He had gray eyes that looked like an oncoming storm. When he touched her she lost herself in that storm. She was a Valkyrie and she had a job to do, but every moment she met him her resolve faded. She had many lovers over the centuries, but she did not have love. This time it was different. Her thoughts were haunted by his image. She imagined a future with him. She even imagined having children with him, though she knew that would be impossible. She had somehow found love, though she was ...

       The wars were tiresome. I couldn't recall a time before the wars. They fought and we were raised as soldiers. They couldn't figure out what combination of human and animal would become the best soldiers. They experimented on us and told us that we were special mythical creatures. I never felt special as much as I felt the urge to tear myself apart to separate human and animal. Each side of me wanted different things and I was constantly battling my dual nature while battling the enemy. There were many of us battling within ourselves.      I fly over the city looking for traces of magic from cast spells. Wherever I could smell or see magic would be where our army would need to strike next. The wizards were not careful as they devised new ways to destroy us.      It all began with a dispute over land. The human population had grown and was expanding into new territory. That territory was disputed and the wizards claimed to own it. N...