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Heh, here's a project I'm doing for Fiction class that I particularly liked, so I thought I'd post it. We're starting with a book of Mayan fables, so the instructor wanted us to write our own short fable to read aloud to the class due next tuesday. I got some immediate inspiration and just went for it. XD
The Fable of the Scornful Maiden
There once was a Maiden who scorned the Earth. "Your dust settles in my clothing and your garish gems offend me! Your beasts are crude and your plants grow without a sense of etiquette or design! I cannot abide by your actions!" The Earth, then, scorned her in return, with the voice of gentle growth. "Very well, then you may no longer walk upon me, nor pick my fruit nor hunt my game. I will no longer aid you, Maiden." The Maiden scoffed, proclaiming she needed only herself to survive, and laughed in the Earth's face.
Walking on her own laughter, the Maiden reached the Sea, where she ate her fish and harvested her pearls. "Maiden," addressed the Sea with the voice of fickle waves, "you have scorned my sister, but I see that you need me. Are you pleased with my bounty?" The Maiden scorned the Sea. "Your salt grows heavy on my skin and hair, your stench clings to my pallette and haunts my every breath. Your fish are dullards and pearls too dull and rare! I cannot abide by your actions!" The Sea, then, scorned her in return. "Very well. Never again may you swim within my bosom, nor eat my fish, nor take my treasure. I will no longer aid you, Maiden." The Maiden scoffed, proclaiming she needed only herself to survive, and turned proudly to face the Sky.
Rising on the lofty currents of her own pride, the Maiden took to the Sky, where she ate his birds and drank his rain. "Maiden," rumbled the sky with a voice of fierce thunder, "you have scorned my sisters, but I see that you need me. Are you pleased with this freedom?" The Maiden scorned the Sky. "Your clouds are too impermanent and your color bright and irritating. Your birds are too vain and flighty, and your nature changes too often! I cannot abide by your actions!" The Sky, then, scorned her in return. "Very well. Never again will you be carried to the stars with my arms, nor will you eat my birds nor drink my rain. I will no longer aid you, Maiden." The Maiden scoffed, proclaiming she only needed herself to survive, and tore open a hole in the world to slip out.
Leaving the world behind, the Maiden stepped into the Void. She looked and saw nothing, smelled and smelled nothing, listened, but heard nothing. Then, the Void spoke. "Maiden," it spoke with a voice of infinite echoes, "you have scorned my brother and sisters, but I have nothing to offer. Are you pleased with this emptiness?" The Maiden could not scorn the Void. It had nothing to offend her senses and held nothing to earn her ire. Too late she had learned a simple truth. "Survival, is acceptance," she said.
The Fable of the Scornful Maiden
There once was a Maiden who scorned the Earth. "Your dust settles in my clothing and your garish gems offend me! Your beasts are crude and your plants grow without a sense of etiquette or design! I cannot abide by your actions!" The Earth, then, scorned her in return, with the voice of gentle growth. "Very well, then you may no longer walk upon me, nor pick my fruit nor hunt my game. I will no longer aid you, Maiden." The Maiden scoffed, proclaiming she needed only herself to survive, and laughed in the Earth's face.
Walking on her own laughter, the Maiden reached the Sea, where she ate her fish and harvested her pearls. "Maiden," addressed the Sea with the voice of fickle waves, "you have scorned my sister, but I see that you need me. Are you pleased with my bounty?" The Maiden scorned the Sea. "Your salt grows heavy on my skin and hair, your stench clings to my pallette and haunts my every breath. Your fish are dullards and pearls too dull and rare! I cannot abide by your actions!" The Sea, then, scorned her in return. "Very well. Never again may you swim within my bosom, nor eat my fish, nor take my treasure. I will no longer aid you, Maiden." The Maiden scoffed, proclaiming she needed only herself to survive, and turned proudly to face the Sky.
Rising on the lofty currents of her own pride, the Maiden took to the Sky, where she ate his birds and drank his rain. "Maiden," rumbled the sky with a voice of fierce thunder, "you have scorned my sisters, but I see that you need me. Are you pleased with this freedom?" The Maiden scorned the Sky. "Your clouds are too impermanent and your color bright and irritating. Your birds are too vain and flighty, and your nature changes too often! I cannot abide by your actions!" The Sky, then, scorned her in return. "Very well. Never again will you be carried to the stars with my arms, nor will you eat my birds nor drink my rain. I will no longer aid you, Maiden." The Maiden scoffed, proclaiming she only needed herself to survive, and tore open a hole in the world to slip out.
Leaving the world behind, the Maiden stepped into the Void. She looked and saw nothing, smelled and smelled nothing, listened, but heard nothing. Then, the Void spoke. "Maiden," it spoke with a voice of infinite echoes, "you have scorned my brother and sisters, but I have nothing to offer. Are you pleased with this emptiness?" The Maiden could not scorn the Void. It had nothing to offend her senses and held nothing to earn her ire. Too late she had learned a simple truth. "Survival, is acceptance," she said.