Bliss Hawthorne
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Hello, I am a college student, and I have written some stories for school or work that I came to love. So I'm submitting them here to give them a space to exist, and possibly get love from others too. I hope you enjoy!
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The Origin of the Moth
The first god and goddess were made with a spontaneous flash of light and darkness which resulted in the creation of Aurora, the Goddess of light, and Noctus, the God of darkness. The sister and brother upon their existence created Earth, which they populated with people, plants, and animals. The siblings took turns watching over the small globe, at the same time, showering Earth with light and darkness; what the humans refer to as day and night. Both the god and goddess loved their creations, and kept adding more to Earth and in turn, inspired the people to create even more, such as cloth, paper, and houses. From the building of houses, sprouted the creation of towns, castles, and finally kingdoms. But despite the constant growing ability and knowledge of the people, they had grown to forget their creators, and slowly ebbed away from praising them. Although this bothered both Aurora and Noctus, they agreed they wouldn’t punish their creations, Aurora believed that they should be above jealousy and wrath, but Noctus was having difficulty controlling himself. It wasn’t until a certain mortal caught his attention that Noctus snapped, going against his sister’s wishes.
By Bliss Hawthorne5 years ago in Futurism
The Painter and His Wife
Once there was a painter. He solely relied on reality to fuel his inspiration, and with that came only landscape paintings, and portraits of people dressed fancily in silk suits and dresses topped with ruffs. He was always able to sell his portraits of others, and his landscape paintings brought in a little profit, but no matter the amount of money he accumulated through his works, he never felt like he had fulfilled what his heart so desired. He loved to meet with Elizabeth, he loved to gaze out into the fountains in the middle of town, and he especially loved the way that strawberries and mint leaves tasted despite the clashing flavors. He picked up playing the lute, and on occasion went swimming on hot days in the summer. No matter the amount of time these activities accumulated, he couldn’t help but feel something was missing from his life.
By Bliss Hawthorne5 years ago in Humans
