I joined back in middle school originally. I was under a different user name (Darkside?) and would post almost anything from fictional supernatural stories to challenges when they were free (I am so mad you have to pay for this kind of stuff). I got a lot of people, somewhere in the hundreds. People would read and critique my work. It felt like I finally had a place I could post. I ended up responding to a few of these posters through chat.
This was my downfall
Mom found out and was pissed. She forced me to delete my account and said I could get it back when I was eighteen. My followers had no idea where I went. A few years later I am almost an adult. Mom says I can open back up my prose account. I tried with my old email and found out it doesn't exist. The school deleted it. And now with all my work, gone. I wish I had written it in a doc.
But I am back. I have been on here a few days and so much has changed. I hope to post all original work here and maybe even charge money for commissions someday. I also hope to bring some joy to a random stranger
People who have followed a middle schooler back in the 2010s, thank you.
This is a story I wrote for English class. It had to be under 500 words and be about the origin of a goddess.I Might expand on this in the future because it intrests me.I hope you like it
Also here is a collage I made of the story (At the top of the work)
On an island off the coast of Greece, there was the small town of Astraeus, there lived a girl named Seren. She had come to the island after her grandparents, who had raised her, had passed on. She was buried with a small headstone and a flower. Seren hated how her parents were buried with such simple things. She thought it was nice they would be remembered on earth. But on a grander scale, like those of gods, they would simply be forgotten beyond any earthly plain
She talked in frustration to her only friend on the island, Leo “I agree,” He stated. “Mortal should have some to be remembered other than earthly soil,”
“We should find The Reaper, he might have some idea,” Leo said and Seren agreed.
They wandered the island for what seemed like hours before they found the reaper, watching over the seagulls eat at a half-dead seal. “Mr. Reaper!” Seren called and The Reaper with his cloak looked over in their direction. They explained the situation and the Reaper listened.
“I see,” He rasped. “It has bothered me that mortal graves will fade away. But I cannot find a place that will hold all the mortal souls while hiding them away.” Then Seren got an Idea
“What about the sky?” Seren asked. The sky was always black and seemed forbidding. No one would go out at night except when the moon was out. “It is always so empty and it scares the villagers to go out at night.
“That is a wonderful idea, but I cannot tend to both. I must help souls pass on earth. I cannot also do the sky.”
“What if one of us does it? We could hold a contest to see who could rule the sky.” Leo volunteered, and the Reaper thought. He agreed to Leo's offer. The group set off to get the items the Reaper requested: A white orchid, three white candles, and fabric from the local priest.
The first two items were easy to get. The only thing left was a silver cross from the priest. Seren entered the church with Rose and candles in her satchel. She was about to walk to the back garden where the priest was commonly found when not doing service. But she was attacked by Leo who stabbed her and stole her satchel before he ran off she asked why he would do this.
“Because I deserve it more than you!” Leo stated and left Seren to bleed out on the church floor, cold and alone.
The reaper ended up finding her a short while later and shook his head. “Poor soul, you did not deserve this. I swear Leo will pay for what he did,” The reaper stated.
So Serene became the guardian of the stars, helping souls adjust to the afterlife and lighting the world below her with hope. Some say if you go out on a clear night and leave a white orchid, a silver cross, and three lit candles, then the goddess might allow you to see a loved one last time.
#mythology #Fantesy #Fiction #Gods #Death