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The Princess with Colored Hair

Posted in Fictional Stories, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 10, 2019 by Drogo

There once was a princess who was born with an unusual color of hair. Every night when it was time for bed, her mother the Queen would put lavender under her pillow. The magic smell of lavender reminded her that she was safe and helped the Princess to sleep. This ritual tradition was very comforting to the Princess, and she practiced it all her life.

 

One night her mother was not home and no one remembered to put lavender under her pillow. Everyone had gone to bed but the Princess, but she remembered that lavender grew in the garden below her window. So she opened her window and grabbed hold of the lattice work with vines to climb down. Guard dogs began to bark across the garden courtyard. She told them to hush, but in the moon-light the dogs could see her colored hair and thought she was a witch so they barked even louder! Oh no, she thought, i will get in trouble with my father the King for sure.

 

However some trooping goblins also saw her hair in the moon-light and thought she was a witch. Goblins love witches so they cast a spell to silence the dogs. The Princess reached the lavender bush and picked some stems. With sticky hands she thanked the goblins and climbed back up to her window. She put the lavender under her pillow, and fell fast asleep. From that night onward, The Princess was never without bags of lavender which she stored with her clothing in cabinets, to always have some lavender to put under her pillow every night; whether her mother was with her or not. In fact the secret of magic of her lavender spell was that the spirit of her mother was always with her so long as her herb bags were full.

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Trump the Grump, A Christmas Story

Posted in Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Politics, Rhymes & Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 1, 2017 by Drogo

a Christmas Story about a mass visit to the White House to create a Vacancy!!!

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the streets,

protesters were stirring for some fortuitous meets.

Grumpy Trumpy was up late scrooging in the White House.

Trump the Grump lived to strike terror and fear into hearts,

and to molest boys and girls on their vulnerable parts.

With his Trumpets and Grumpets he had an evil Tax Plan,

to defund the poor and take away their last pan.

He was rich, and the rich needed all;

they needed money for War,

Slavery, and cake for the next Ball.

Trump was so busy destroying every humane agency,

that he did not realize there was one big Vacancy!!

To him government was bad it was evil,

because it would make the rich serve all the people.

The White House is a palace for the Emperor is it?

Well Trump would be getting a Christmas visit.

The clock struck 3 am, as people began to gather ’round,

they kettled the secret service and flowed along the ground;

men and women and all people in between,

knocked on the windows with faces mean,

Trump the Grump peed his pants

and sent out Pence to do a dance.

Sick of fake news and the fact that they lied

the crowd made sure they were both crucified.

with a last gasp of evil, Trump the Grump died,

and they distributed his toys far and wide.

The Sun came up at the crack of Dawn,

and all the people partied upon the lawn.

trump-carol

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Open Letter to the National Security Agency

Posted in Individuals / Members / Monsters / Creative Writing, Jokes, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on March 4, 2017 by Drogo

“Dear NSA, I hope you are listening because I heard a really cool plan to kidnap a gaggle of corporate politicians. Someone said that the CIA had a plan to put bags over the heads of the all most ignorant trumpsters, throw them in a van, and take them to a secure secret location… you know the one. Then those idiots will be forced to watch nature documentaries for many days while being told they are loved by a Pagan Goddess. Finally after they are starving and broken, they will be released naked into the wild. I can’t tell you who I heard this conspiracy from, because then I would have to spank you (plus I cannot recall as Reagan and every politician says that is ever put on trial for war crimes). The FBI already threatened to blackmail and torture me, but they are just jealous of the CIA. Please try your hardest to monitor any communications about this plot, as I am very worried that someone’s feelings might be hurt. I suggest spending millions of dollars of taxes from the poor and middle-class, like you normally do. Love, Bright Bard”

– from a new fiction book, Trumpster Gate: A Conspiracy Theory

SCOD Interactive Short Story

Posted in Fictional Stories with tags , , , , , , on February 17, 2013 by Drogo

The Initiate

Hinduism

Posted in Religions with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 11, 2013 by Drogo

Summary of Hindu Creation Mythology

The Hindu cosmological genesis story is perhaps the closest religious myth to modern scientific theory; because it seems to support Relativity, Causality, The Big Bang Cycle, Multiverses, and other complex and expansive theories. The four main Hindu scriptures are called the Holy Vedas. For this summary I will refer to the concept of Creation as Om (pronounced A-U-M for the Om Trinity: Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva), and attempt to synthesize scriptures to minimize contradictions.

The Om Goddess helps the Om God to birth our Universe from the monistic Golden Egg Womb within his(?) belly, which causes the new God Brahma* to self-manifest out from the previous god’s naval. Brahma eventually seems to become the Om God Vishnu (or vice-versa), as their father role is both a protector and creator, when they are both named in the same role, for different creation stories. Brahma visits and rests on the transcendental waters of the multiverses, floating on a lotus, until he creates and the Golden Egg for rebirth. The cycle of universal recreation is about 4,000,000,000 years, after which that universe is destroyed by an apocalypse (pralaya) of fire or water. The Great Flood was the latest such pralaya. The period of rest in between universes is equal to the life of a universe. Then the Goddess and God release the next Brahma again; thus the cycle continues. – (Bhagavata Purana 6.16.37, 2.10.10 / Matsya Purāṇa 2.25-30 / Isvara Upanisad / Narayana Sukta) *Brahma is used here in place of Svayambhu, Isvara, or Narayana because there are many Brahmas, one for each universe.

God Vishnu rests in infinite Paradise (Paramdhama), laying on a serpent, and creates and preserves our Universe through his dreams. Vishnu has 10 material incarnations known as avatars (including Krishna & Buddha). Goddess Shiva destroys and transforms life and matter. Brahma is the grandfather of humans (children of Manu). There are thousands of other Hindu gods and goddess as well. Hindu Puranic scripture mentions that multiverses have seven layers. The seven universal layers are earth, water, fire, air, sky, energy, and false ego. The universes are unlimited; we are within them, and they are within us (microcosm/macrocosm, natural mathematical fractals, and atomic quantum theory).

The Rig Veda questions the origin of the universe. “Neither being nor non-being was as yet. What was concealed? And where? And in whose protection? …Who really knows? Who can declare it? Whence was it born, and whence came this creation? The devas were born later than this world’s creation, so who knows from where it came into existence? None can know from where creation has arisen, and whether he has or has not produced it. He who surveys it in the highest heavens, he alone knows-or perhaps does not know.” – (Rig Veda 10.129 dated 2,200–1,100 BC)

Tofu Lizard Memoirs 05

Posted in Fictional Stories, Individuals / Members / Monsters / Creative Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 29, 2012 by Drogo

Journal of SCOD Member Tofu Lizard – Entry 05

The Medieval Pub was very much like the drawings on the website. Heavy timber-frame, with mixes of half-timber infill, scale-shingle siding, and masonry. Mostly earth colors. The Pub commanded a view of the whole site from atop the hill, as the road wound up to it. I introduced myself, and the people outside told me to go on in. Every visible structure and material was hand-crafted. The heavy wooden door creaked as I opened it and went inside. There was a tavern bar on the right, tables and more public rooms on the left, and a fireplace hearth straight ahead.

“How can I help you?” the Bar Keep asked.

“Hi, im new here. My name is Tofu Lizard.” I said.

“Ah well, met. I am Drogo.” he said.

Drogo offered me a free drink of water in a goblet, with a flagon beside it, should I want more. He said that he was the architect and owner, besides acting as bar keeper. Drogo said he mostly manages the property, and other people usually work there. He generously offered me a job working at the Pub and as a field hand. SCOD would not pay me, but in exchange I got to live there for free, provided I worked my shifts, and I could still get tips and extra money on the side, if I sold my own crafts there.

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