Two One Hundred Word Stories

He once fought against his forbearers on a mighty mountain. He once ruled with an iron fist; the elements at his command. Enthroned above, he would look down on the mortals that were his to rule.

But all that is long past now. His siblings and offspring lay forgotten in books and stories. His named has been distorted, lost to myth and legend while his image has remained the same.

He sits alone on that mighty mountain, tired of the human-made name Elohim. He waits for the day he’ll be remembered. His name is Zeus, and he is angry.

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Cain struggled to ascend the wall of Eden. The jagged rocks cutting his hands; dripping blood staining the gray rock brown.

He was running for his brother, hours dead. He was running for his guilt, very alive.

When he reached the top of the cliff, he surveyed the paradise and found it spoiled — blackened trees and rotting fruit. He ran to where Tree of Life had been, but it was gone. God had taken it back. Cain fell to his knees and cursed him for his brother’s death. He grabbed a stone and began to cut out his soul.

(I plan on submitting these stories to Fordham’s Lit Mag this semester. We’ll see how that goes. Enjoy. Please critique.)

~ by praxjarvin on February 1, 2008.