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In August I started reading 少年探偵団（しょうねんたんていだん）by Edogawa Ranpo, which was kindly lent to me by a friend at work. This is my review.
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Aug 6th (Day 2): Prompt- Beloved / Ritual
Day 2: Beloved- An early 4th Era Imperial children’s tale/fable.
Prompts by @tes-summer-fest
Nord HoK x Martin Septim, Mara x Akatosh
Warnings- None
Wordcount- ~800
(Made this in Canva for practice and really pleased with how it turned out! It's the free version so I couldn't get rid of the watermarks)
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(A Fourth Era Imperial children's tale)
The Great Akatosh was sad.
The other Divines didn't understand why. He'd just won a great victory against Mehrunes Dagon, why should he be sad? He should be celebrating!
But Akatosh remained sad.
His beloved wife, Mother Mara, went to him. He was sitting, looking out the window of his room.
"What's wrong, my dear?" She asked him. "What has upset you so?"
Akatosh sighed. "My son and aspect, the hero Saint Martin, took my mantle to defeat our enemy Mehrunes Dagon. Now, that part of me is filled with great sadness."
"What can be done to cure this malady?" Mara asked.
"My sadness is reflected in one on Nirn." He held up his left hand. Around it was a red, braided thread. "We are bound to her by it."
"Let us find this woman then!" Mara cried.
But so great was Akatosh's grief that he could not be moved and he spoke no further. Mother Mara knew she would have to find this mortal on her own.
She cast her gaze over the Great Empire of Men. There was much sadness there. Many people had been affected by the Oblivion gates and the daedra. Mara disguised herself as a kindly old woman, a flower seller, and went to the cities of Cyrodiil to find the woman bound by the red thread.
In Anvil she found a woman crying at the docks, her face stained with tears.
"What has happened, my dear?" She asked.
"My husband was lost at sea in a storm," the woman replied. Mara hugged her to comfort her, but she did not have the red thread around her wrist.
In the ruins of Kvatch, she found a woman sitting in the remains of a house, her silken gown torn and filthy.
"What has happened, my dear?" She asked.
"The daedra destroyed my home and I have lost everything," the woman replied. Mara told a joke to comfort her, but she did not have the red thread around her wrist.
In Leyawiin she found a woman sitting on a bench in a park, head in her hands.
"What has happened, my dear?" She asked.
"Bandits have stolen the goods I was to sell and I am now poor," the woman replied. Mara brought her something to eat to comfort her, but she did not have the red thread around her wrist.
In Cheydinhal, she found a woman wandering the streets, tearing her hair.
"What has happened, my dear?" She asked.
"A sickness has taken my children and I am alone now," the woman replied. Mara sang her a song to comfort her, but she did not have the red thread around her wrist.
Disheartened, Mara went to the Imperial City. She worried she would never find the woman with the red thread and she would never cure Akatosh's sadness.
She sat down at the base of a large dragon statue, beside another woman with bright orange hair. She looked sad, and so Mara asked, "What has happened, my dear?"
The woman sighed. "I have been afflicted by great sorrow. I have tried to help others, to maybe make the sadness fade. I helped a woman who lost her husband, another her home. I helped a woman who was robbed, and another whose children were ill. I hugged them, told them jokes, brought them food and song, but the sadness stays with me."
The woman touched the foot of the statue, and Mara saw that around the woman's wrist was the red thread!
Mara asked her, "Where did you get that red thread?"
"I bound myself to another in everlasting love with it," the woman replied. "A love so strong I still feel him through it, though he is lost to me."
"Then you are the one I am looking for!" Mara cried, shedding her disguise. "My husband's aspect is afflicted by sadness also, bound by a red thread. I came to find the one who reflected it. But you are not his reflection. You have walked as I have walked, done as I have done. As Saint Martin is my husband's aspect, you, Champion of Cyrodiil, are mine."
The women took each other's hands, and then only one remained. This new aspect joined her Divine source, and they returned to Aetherius together. In joy, they reunited with Great Akatosh.
"My beloved, my Queen of Heaven! You have returned! And we are both whole, both increased by our love!" he cried. And all sadness was gone from that moment forward. The Divine couple and their aspects were full of joy. And that is why we bind ourselves with a red thread when we marry, to show that our love is a reflection of the love between Mother Mara and Great Akatosh.
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Wild / Control
Summary:
A snake and an octopus must find their way across the great ocean.
Notes:
This is a short fable / children's story created for the Dukeceit Week 2022 event, day 4 prompt, "Wild / Control".
Read it on AO3 here.
Once upon a time there was a snake and an octopus. The snake was happy to ride on the back of the octopus. He was in the sun above the water. The octopus gave him camouflage by matching his yellow scales. The octopus protected him from the things below and the snake looked out for their path ahead.
"I would like to feel the sun!" the octopus declared one day, and he rolled them both around. Now the snake was underwater! It was cold and surprising and he did not like it at all.
The snake BIT the octopus!
"Ouch!" yelled the octopus, and they spun back around. The octopus was so startled and hurt, his camouflage faded away to his natural lumpy green.
"You bit me!" said the octopus.
"You scared me!" said the snake. "Quick, turn your camouflage back on, I am exposed! Surely an eagle will come along shortly and eat me if you do not make me look larger."
"No!" said the octopus. "You bit me and now I am bleeding in the water! Surely a shark will come along shortly and eat me if you do not let me out of the water and into the sunlight."
The snake thought hard for a moment. He did not like the cold water. But if the octopus were eaten by a shark, he would be alone and unprotected.
"Okay," said the snake. "I will take a deep deep breath and hold it underwater until you are healed. Then we can return to how things were before."
"Okay," said the octopus.
The snake took a deep DEEP breath and they rolled together until he was underwater and the octopus was in the sun.
For many days and many nights, they swam along in this way. The wounds of the octopus healed. And because he looked very much like seaweed, no eagles came for him. The snake looked out for dangers in the waters. And because he was not injured, no sharks came for him.
"I am cold," said the snake. "Let us turn back now."
"I am still healing," the octopus lied. He enjoyed the warm sunlight so much! He was not ready to return to the water. He did not even mind that he could not see what was around him, since his many tentacles obscure his vision above water.
"Hmm," said the snake, and they continued on.
The next morning as they swam along, they began to bump into driftwood and seagulls and even boats floating on the surface of the water. Each bump jostled them both.
"You cannot see where you're going," said the snake. "Let us turn back now."
"I am still healing," the octopus lied. "It is not so bad to bump into things."
"Hmm," said the snake, and they continued on.
The morning after that as they swam along, they were attacked by a fisherman! A spear came through the water past the snake's face, having narrowly missed them. They quickly swam away.
"You cannot sense the dangers ahead," said the snake. "Let us turn back now."
"I am still healing," the octopus lied. "It is not so bad to be attacked by a fisherman."
"Hmm," said the snake, and they continued on.
The evening after that as they swam along, they were overtaken by a great storm! The water rocked them and threw them about. They became separated by the crashing waves. The snake got a good long look at the octopus now and saw that he was fully healed.
"You have lied to me!" cried the snake. "You are healed. Why did you make me stay in the cold water for so long?"
"You have it so easy!" said the octopus. "You basked in the warm sunlight at your leisure as I carried you along."
"It is not so easy as all that," replied the snake. "I look out for dangers ahead by tasting the air with my tongue. Because you could not look out for us, now we are in this terrible storm. You have it so easy! You hid under the waters where there are no dangers anyway while I watched out above. I saw for myself these past days there is nothing down there."
"It is not as easy as all that," replied the octopus. "Dangers are rare down below, but when they arrive I change my appearance so they are confused and keep away from us."
"Rare or not, I cannot change my appearance anyway! You must take over down below," the snake commanded.
"I refuse! I deserve to feel the sun as much as you," bellowed the octopus.
And so they fought. The sea frothed and twisted around them as they frothed and twisted around each other, unable to compromise.
The commotion of their battle drew the attention of a horrible beast. Up from the depths it crept ever closer, following the sounds of their argument.
Creeping...
Creeping...
Creeping... caught!
The mighty beast swallowed them whole!
They bounced and tumbled and fell apart from each other deep down within the belly of the beast.
“Oh, curse my hubris,” cried the snake. “If only I had never bitten you in the first place, we would not be here now.”
“Do not say so,” the octopus wept. “For I did crave the sunlight, but kept my wants hidden from you. If only I had said something, we would not be here now.”
“I am sorry,” said the snake.
“I am sorry,” said the octopus.
And they embraced each other lovingly and promised to work together toward a brighter future, where they would neither lash out nor hide their true feelings.
“But first,” said the snake. “We must escape this great beast.”
“I can not see a way out,” said the octopus. It was quite dark inside the beast.
“No matter,” said the snake. “I can sense the way out with my tongue on the breeze. Throw your long tentacles up high, and you will find the way out.”
So the octopus threw his tentacles up and about and felt a hole above them. He gathered up his friend the snake and pulled them out through the hole together with his mighty suckers.
The octopus and the snake escaped the beast and quickly and sneakily swam away and back up to the surface of the water.
Upon reaching the surface, the octopus offered to return to his regular position underwater.
“No, old friend,” said the snake. “We will take turns.”
And so they did take turns, each enjoying the warm sunlight and each supporting the other in turn, in a slow circle until the end of time.
Epilogue
As the narrator speaks the last line, the scene zooms out and you see that Remus and Janus, in their regular outfits, have been playing in a kiddie pool this entire time, with a rubber snake and a sopping wet octopus plush. A deflated whale floaty is hanging over the side of the pool.
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The Little Things Matter Most
short story based off of the cottage core aesthetic.
There once was a girl who lived in a forest. She grew up in the forest and had made friends with all the plants and animals in the forest. She always would help the animals when they needed it.
However, there were bad people everywhere. Some man pushed some lady down to get the last apple in town! That lady is yelling at that guy because he was taking too long! Those guys are hurting those women after they said no!
So there were bad people everywhere, and the little girl just wanted to help everyone be happy. And don’t get her wrong, she tried. She tried explaining to the people that there were others who needed more help and time to do tasks that may seem easy to them or that not everyone was exactly the same. But nothing worked. They still pushed, and yelled, and hurt.
One night, the girl went to the shimmery waterfall that was in the middle of the forest. She sat down on her knees and cried.
“Why do people do bad things? Why do they hurt those who are different from them? Why can’t I fix it and make them happy?”
The girl cried and cried for hours. She did this everyday. She went to town to try and help the people but they never stopped and so she would then go to the waterfall and cry into it.
One day, the little girl was crying again, but today a beautiful fairy came out of the waterfall. She looked down at the crying girl and said, “Hello, little one. Why are you crying? I have heard from my children that you have been here every day.”
“I can’t help everyone, Mrs. Fairy. I try everyday to help show people compassion and understanding but they are still horrible to each other. I just wish they would live in peace.” responded the girl through her glistening tears.
“Oh, darling,” the fairy started, “You can’t help everyone. There are too many people and you are just one girl. Your heart is full of light and you try so hard but there are too many people who just have too much darkness in them. You cannot fix everyone.”
“But, if I can’t help anybody, what am I supposed to do?” The little girl cried, feeling helpless.
“I never said to stop helping anybody; you just can’t help everybody.” answered the fairy.
The little girl looked at her puzzled. “What does that mean, Mrs. Fairy?”
The fairy replied with a question of her own.
“Don’t you help all the flora and fauna in this brilliant forest?”
The little girl nodded her head as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.
“And don’t you make sure they are all happy and healthy and well fed?”
“Yes, I do but,” said the little girl, finally finding her voice, “what does that have to do with helping people?”
The fairy shook her head fondly, “You are helping out your part of the world. You make sure your little part of the world is happy and healthy. That is all you have to do.”
“That’s all I have to do?”
“That is all you have to do. You make the animals so happy that they come back just to look for you. You make the plants thrive so much that they get all the sunlight they need without any competition. You help the caterpillars into their cocoons so they are able to turn into the full beauty of a butterfly. You help the littlest ladybug as if it were the world's leading rulers. You love so hugely that the strength of your compassion has made this forest grow and thrive and you didn’t even know. You are so much more than the people you couldn’t help because you are all the things you did help.”
The little girl nodded her head in understanding. She started to smile a little and told the fairy, “Thank you so much, Mrs. Fairy. You have allowed me a new perspective and shown me so much more than I thought I could learn.”
The little girl carried the words the fairy told her for the rest of her life. She eventually stopped going into town altogether and grew to care and live for her forest. She helped the plants thrive and the animals grow. She made the forest lush and thick.
In the town, there’s talk of a nymph who doesn’t allow people with poor intent into the forest. A nymph who keeps the flowers watered and the animals fed. A nymph who defended her forest until the very last breath. A nymph who became who she was because of her heart full of light and her compassion for the powerful fairy’s forest.
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Children’s storybooks
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and loose teeth that finally come out,
teaching us skills of all kinds,
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These were also the fairytales
we look back on as adults and think -
these were a lot darker than I thought!
Somehow a children’s rhyme
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The Brothers Grimm collected a bunch of crazy ass fairy tales. Muriel found three of the most bizarre and made Nick listen to her tell them her version. Muriel's Grimm 1-3 up now on all podcast platforms. Rated PG-13 (we think).
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Spencer the Magician
Spencer is a grand, proud streamlined engine.
One day, Spencer decided to play a trick on Edward.
"Edward, my dear, want to see a magic trick?"
"Oh yes," replied Edward. "I'd love to."
Spencer pulled out many cards. The cards floated around Edward, then turned him into a hare.
"Spencer!" exclaimed Edward. "This is nonsense! Turn me back, please!"
"I'm having too much fun for me to do so," sneered Spencer.
Suddenly, the cards now floated around Spencer. He turned into a horse with wings. Edward was turned back into an engine boy.
"Tartar sauce!" complained Spencer. Edward chuckled. Nobody could ever go against old, reliable Edward.
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4:21 AM EDT October 19, 2022:
Tom Waits - "Children's Story"
From the album
Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards
(November 17, 2006)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
Once upon a time, there was a poor child with no father and no mother. And everything was dead. And no one was left in the whole world. Everything was dead.
And the child went on search day and night. And since nobody was left on the earth, he wanted to go up into the heavens. And the moon was looking at him so friendly. And when he finally got to the moon, the moon was a piece of rotten wood.
And then he went to the sun, and when he got there, the sun was a wilted sunflower. And when he got to the stars, they were little golden flies, stuck up there like the shrike sticks 'em on a blackthorn.
And when he wanted to go back down to earth, the earth was an overturned piss pot. And he was all alone. He sat down and he cried. And he is there 'til this day. All alone.
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These were also the fairytales
we look back on as adults and think -
these were a lot darker than I thought!
Somehow a children’s rhyme
could discuss the deaths of several of a pig’s siblings
simply for valuing their time differently.
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