Mayan creation
Long before time had fastened its grip on the Earth and consolidated its rule as permenant leader there was nothing but a baron landscape of calm sea, and an uneventful realm of turqoise, which was the swirling sky.
A majestic serpent rose from the murky waters, the supreme ruler of the sea, his feathers shimmering in the sunlight. He ascended to meet with his counterpart: the raw thunderbolt, Huracan he was the undisputed king of his region, the heart of the sky he swooped down to discuss with the sea deity, Kulkulkan.
“Our world is magnificent, as are we, but we have nobody to acknowledge our greatness, no one to count the days and not one being to give up their life in honour of us,” the all powerful Kulkulkan remarked.
So the two gods rose land up from the ocean and populated it densely with creatures which are known to us as animals. However, the results were far from satisfying. The animals gave off a deafening cacophony of wails, shriwks and growls.
“Call this praise you filthy beasts because all I can hear is a hullabaloo,” roared a fuming Huracan. “ You shall provide the main supply of food for our next beings who shall far transcend your abilities to praise us.
The two gods burning thirst for praise drove them forwards, one failed attemp would never be enough to hold them back and after many days Kulkulkan had a second ingenious idea.
“We have created a marvellous land, if we create our beings out of it then perhaps they will be magnificent too.” he considered.
Huracan allowed himself time to let the words of the mighty serpent sink into him before giving his reply:
“ I agree lets bgin their creation now, the sooner the better.”
Unfortunately for the two gods, the mud beings followed the same sorrowful path as the animals, the mud creatures did not posses the the power of speech or movement and any weather would prove fatal.
The disappointment of the mud people had dis-heartened the pair and seriously damaged their pride, they were down but most definetely not out. Because they still had the grandparents, could they provide the gods with one masterful idea which would lead the pair to succes?
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The story of creation
Nothing. But the wind the sea and the sky. Up rose a serpent a serpent it’s feathers blew in the wind .It was kulkulkan . suddenly the clouds parted and hurrukan descended the two go met.”I think we should create beings to praise our names”said kulkulkan.” I agree said hurrucan .So the two gods built land and with the land the first creatures .They named these creatures animals. So the gods happy with there work they decided to ask the animals to prays there names and count the days.:Big ,small, tall and short. but when the animals spoke back the gods were destrought . raw screech chirp meow woof twit -ta –woo.The gods filled to the rim with rage banished the animals and tolled them never to come back .
Next the gods built mud people they were taller than most of the animals. but they also could not count the days or prays the gods names and fell apart in water and hardened like a statue in the hot sun.
they were running out of ideas so they asked the elder gods for help they said wood . the gods in dout if the elder gods were write built wooden people but when they asked them to praise there names they did not because there hearts were mindless and there heads . so the gods sent a floud to wipe out the wooden people unfortunately it only killed a small amount so the gods sent two demons to kill the wooden people . The people that survived went into the jungle and became monkeys.
days went past those days became weeks and they became months until one year past . Suddenly through the mist appeared three animals they brought maize to the gods and the gods made beings but they were to perfect….. failure .Then hope the gods clouded there minds they were no longer perfect but just wright.
Mayan creation story
Before everything there was nothing.
Nothing but a bottomless casum filed with Icy, black water and above it: a endless deap blue sky stretching as far as time rules.
Up from the endless depths the shadow of a massive serpent rose towards the surface. It broke the surface as a figure swooped down from the empty sky. The figure was Huracan, the glorious ruler of the sky. Furthermore the grand fethered surpnt: Kulkulkan the majestic ruler of all the sea.
They conversed and decided (after a long meeting) that they reqired beings to count the days and praise their names.
A ripple in the water alerted them. Then out of the sea emerged land.
The new land was coverd in lush vegetation and jade grass. The gods populated the new land with animals. But to their dismay when they asked the animals to praise their names a cocofinny of screeching tore through the air like a express train. Enraged Huracan rored “ the perfect beings shal feast of your cooked flesh.”
Afterwards the gods tried mud people but they were more useless than the animals for they froze in the sun and melted when the rain came
Intent on succeeding, the gods turned next to the grand perent gods for some advice. That turned out to be a wise move as the grandparent gods had the sugesgion of wooden beings.
Therefore Kulkulkan and Huracan made people out of wood. But the wooden people did not have anny hearts or brains so they could not remember to count the days or prase their creators names.
The gods were furios, so they created a massive flod but not all wodden people were wiped out. Next the gouger of faces and sudden blod letter plagued the people but still some lived on.
The remaining wodden people fled to the lush forests to live on as apes.
Then a band of three animals brough the gods the frut of the maze plant the gods were puzzled but tried it anyway. The people of maze were perfect. Too perfect. The gods were annoyed. the maze people knew everything.
Then the gods clouded their minds so they would have to ask the gods for wisdom until the end.
Nightmare
Nightmare
I’m walking through the forest; I wish I’d stayed at home. I’m not safe. Something’s not right, the fresh forest air has become polluted and the world around me is eerie silent. Then I hear it .
A SCREAM!
A CRACK!
Before long ,I’m running. I stop to catch my breath, tears rolling down my face. I realize what’s happening.
Creeeeak!
A tree collapse inches for where I stand. I look around one last time , I see my home destroyed.
Darkness
An earthquake!
I sit up, sweat pouring down my forehead, relief washes over me. No earthquake, the ground is still. I hop out of bed to get a glass of water. I stop. A buzzing. It’s getting louder and louder. I rush to the window.
No!
Not again!
Buildings tremble and quiver under the force of the earth. What if this time it’s the end.
In a blink of an eye
In a blink of the eye
i was lost boy scared of evrything i remember my mother said “go my boy i will see you again”i never did, I wonder the streets looking for someone to aid me. I found no one, ifelt like the only one on the planet. the crows feasting on the bodies of the opend eyed dead and bricks falling like the buildings did and the words help me and no way out spray painted on the walls, it looked like a forest with no tees or a zoo with no animals. I manege to find a place to lay my head and go to sleap maby I will wake up and all this will be a dream.
I try to find my memories but there under all the ruble.
I will find them
Helpless;despair
I look around were I stand and see distruction roming the streets, while my helpless tears roll down my face turching my dirty hand. The streets are covered in rubbish and bricks of destroyed buildings. I feel a feeling I have never fleltbefore, I am loneley Know one is around me, I feel lost I dont remember were I live.If I have any were to live.
alone;empty
Should I go home and find my family? could they be alive. But were would they be, in the park, in a shattered house.I will search the streets and find the people I use to know.
I will find them.
before
Tears falling,
Sirens blering,
Memories gone,
But before…
When before was standing
when before was a place you could go to
The earth shook. she ran. ran from the crumbling memories. From the terror.
As walls fell,
Hard steel buckled,
But she ran. ran to. Ran to the saftey. The saftey of the open.
Tears falling,
Sirens blering,
Memmories; gone
And travelling to a place.
But this place is different.
Because before had crumbled.
It had fallen to now. But fallen through.
The Death Of Me
It first happened when I was ending my mountain climbing, the transparent snow floating down from the sky onto my ice-cold body, my aching bones heaving and trying to get back to civilization. A single tear rolls down my cheek, while my body collapses to the ground. That’s when the earthquake started.
Dizziness hits my brain and tells me I’m going to pass out. The impact is like a rough stone just got thrown straight to my skull. The I realize it’s not just me.
The ground starts to form cracks around me, while towering trees collapse, causing the cracks to widen and cause a ravine. I leap to my feet, breathing every breath as if it’s my last. Once again my muscles give up and I start to see the ground getting closer and closer to me. First I feel nothing, then i feel a burst of agony surge through my body as a sharp branch impales my leg. Pain surges through my body while more tears stream down my face.
Then the pain starts to fade, and my vision gets blurry and weak. I don’t know if this is the end, but all I know is that the pain in my leg could be the death of me.
Devastation
Isolation: emptiness.
A girl staring into the distance watching her father’s office building tumble to the ground.
Her lifeless eyes, so plain. Her mind forcing her not to believe it’s real. Her feet covered in scars and blood.
Salty tears trickle down her face and fall to the rubble below that was once a home; her home.
Losing so much in less than ten minutes: feeling like she should give up. Feeling like she has lost hope.
Her dad, who she once loved, has gone: he’s gone. An icy dagger stabs right through her heart. Her home, a soul she once cared for, all gone at the same time. Forever…
The ground shook again: darkness!
Danger roaming the streets.
Cracks appearing on the earth.
Will it ever end?
The lost boy
Finished. He was absolutely empty.
A lost boy sitting on the jagged rubble; once his home. Not just a building or a house, no a loving home with people that cared for that young boy.
That little boy was shocked; just in complete disbelief . He had ripped clothes, dusty hair, lifeless eyes and a touch of blood at least almost everywhere.
His sorrowful eyes glaring into his lost memories. Now wrecked just like his home, Almost identical . Everything was now ruined just from a natural disaster. Now he knew the real meaning of what a natural disaster can do to your whole life and how it can massively affect you. He was mesmerized at the destruction. He thought that he knew what he had to do , find his lost memories. He tried but they were completely lost just like himself he did not know what was real and what was not anymore. He did not even blink.
He was just cowering away in a corner trying to take in what had just happened he was rocking back and forth, it seemed like he was never going to stop. All that I could see inside of him was a little boy crying out for help.