Category Archives: myths
Aris feared nothing, the bearded man said. His father disappeared in the waters and he would too, one day, he believed, but not on the day when he boarded the ship carrying a heavy crate which contained fifty hand
September, 1852. The first steam-powered AirBird flies for 17 miles before landing, in strong winds, on a hilly terrain in Harley Island. September, 1933. Over 18,000 AirBirds are in service in Helobiae.
Julia rang the bell at the Wind Tower. Gaia stood in front of the door. A woman with a long, white vest opened the door. Good morning girls, what can I do for you? We need to go on
On his way home, the Hero had a vision. His life, a lucky sequence of events. He shivered, afraid of losing his riches and his glory, fearing friends’ requests for help. He then decided he would change his destiny by the
Stories would wake the hero at night, unannounced. Stories came as words which claimed him from sleep and forced him to write them at candlelight. He learned, to his dismay, that ignoring those words would alienate him from life.
When he sailed, the only thing that mattered was paying attention, when he fought ,the only thing that mattered was paying attention, when nothing seemed to happen, if he paid attention, he saw life around him and when he
Julia and Gaia asked Kristen to read the Book of Disappearances aloud, at night. They learned about the city that was, the city that was built to last a million years and was submerged by the seas. They learned the
No one would have chosen our life, said the hero, those who heard our stories would have been terrified by what we saw. Nothing scared us, nothing attracted us, we woke up early each day and we did anything we
We wanted nothing but to ever be where we were, we feared nothing. We fell once, twice, a hundred times and we were still ready for the next fall. We made mistakes every day, we were the heroes of the
We chose discomfort, said the hero, we chose to leave as we got home, we chose failure rather than success. We chose to change constantly, at the point of not being able to recognize ourselves at the end of each