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Writing Experiment: Tears of the Long-Mothers

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This is an experiment of sorts, I was trying to get a better feel for Norse mythology, I guess you could say from the inside.

The skeins of our lives are woven by the fates, but the threads of our being are spun by the long-mothers, our mothers and grandmothers back through eternity. They place their full love and hope into each strand for the joy and happiness of each that shall follow them, and prayerfully the tears of the Long-Mothers flow.

Loki is the trickster and his minions spin threads of their own and the fates are blind to the colors that they add to the skeins of life they spin and back from the skeins the colors seep to stain the brightest. Some to be washed away and others hopelessly set, and in love and lament the tears of the Long-Mothers flow.

All begin golden but in the fullness of time colors and hues find their way into their threads, black bitterness, crimson rage and blue despair tarnish the gold, and many lament the gold that they spin is wound with strife and travail, and to wash away the tints and hues of Loki the tears of the Long-Mothers flow.

Smooth strands of woven gold, dark angry threads, dull hazy threads of doubt, black threads of despair wound together by hands unguided by sight and perhaps they too lament as they blindly mix the threads of lives and joys and despair. And in hope the tears of the Long-Mothers flow.

But the fates are oft guided by loving hands that push aside Loki’s lots, and gold be mixed with gold and friends and loves are bound together by the hands of sightless fate, for gold to gold fuses eternal, and in deepest joy for those that stand in the light of the sun do the tears of the Long-Mothers flow.

© 2009, Tim Boothby. All rights reserved.

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Very Short Story: A Mother will Fight…

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This is less of a very short story than an snippet of an idea. Too often people make the mistake of assuming that heroes must be great muscle-bound knights, or look like Tarna on Heavy Metal. Heroes can be, and usually are, everyday people placed in extraordinary circumstances. When your get right down to it, the fury of a mother protecting her young is legendary in the animal kingdom, but is all too often overlooked among people. Let any idiot that tries to get between a mother and her child take what they deserve.

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Short Story: A sharp Rebuke

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Endless, mind-numbing miles behind him and no reprieve in sight for the naked man staggering behind the irritably tireless horse. He wasn’t quite sure what woman had placed him in this particular predicament, there were so many after all. It would be his vanity that caused his downfall, he always knew this, but he expected this fall to be quick and painless, the sword to the chest or axe to the neck, not pulled on shaking legs behind these two poorly-armored cretins. Continue reading →

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Very Short Story: Beltane

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The words lay bald and bane upon the page, simple and kind and horrible and cruel. He has fought bravely for his nation and he has fought bravely for his life and though his spirit is still strong his body soon cannot hold life. Words kind and cruel, words that she could never hold to her heart at this time of high magic as spring approached and life was renewed. Continue reading →

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History’s Luckiest Jinx?

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An Article I wrote for Newsvine, you can also read it here.

Violet Jessup was an employee of the famous White Star Lines and considered to be fortunate to be picked for the crew of the Royal Mail Ship (RMS) Olympic, a stewardess she would find herself busy aboard the most prestigious ship afloat at the time, but fate would intervene as a collision with HMS Hawk off Spithead when the warship’s steering jammed. Two of the Olympic’s watertight compartments flooded and the vast ocean liner returned to port.

Violet didn’t have to wait long, her next assignment was a real feather in her cap, Olympic’s sister-ship the RMS Titanic, she would be on the maiden voyage, and would be one of the first pressed into the inadequate supply of lifeboats, a misplaced infant placed in her care by the ship’s 6th officer just before the boat was lowered.

Then in 1916 she was aboard the Britannic, the third and final vessel of the Olympic class, this time as a nurse as the Britannic was reclassified as His Majesty’s Hospital Ship (HMHS) Britannic, who either struck a mine or was torpedoed. Violet would again abandon ship, this time saving her toothbrush, something she hasn’t been able to do on Titanic. This time she came the closest to dying as she was in one of two lifeboats that were launched with the ship still moving and were sucked into one of the propellers.

Violet stayed with White Star and returned to RMS Olympic after the war, the ship would pick up the nickname ‘Old Reliable,’ Violet wasn’t on the Olympic when it collided with and sank the Nantucket Lightship in 1934. The Olympic would de decommissioned and scrapped after this incident and Violet outlived all three vessels and passed away in 1971 at the age of 83.

More information can be found at: [1], [2], [3], [4]

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