Becan Hennighan
Stories (2/0)
Deify
No one believed in them anymore. No one believed in much of anything anymore. Felt foolish to when every day was met with new losses. But, they rose anyways. The Morrigan stripped the invaders of their health until bones were the only trace of their former existence. Her crows feasted on those unlucky enough to survive. No one could breath around Aether who deemed the outsiders unworthy of the air. The humans left in the resistance looked on in equal parts awe and horror, as the old gods rose in fury to defend their territory. Sinew and blood spilled over the land, running in rivulets as the invaders were sliced into pieces, boiled from the inside out, and burned with the wrath of every interpretation of endless suffering that existed. This…this might be worse than the first apocalypse.
By Becan Hennighan3 years ago in Fiction
Anthropological Joy
Oca struggled through the ruins, joints creaking with overuse. These monoliths of metal and plastic never get easier to traverse, especially given their instability. Just last cycle, she broke her arm trying to observe the unique orbs floating above the large complex, bracketed by colorful tapestries with a strange braided symbol in the middle. Something that belonged to an Auntie Anne apparently. Everything about the past was fascinating. A grin spread across her face at a further opportunity to learn about the society that build these complexes. With all the individual spaces, perhaps they were used as living spaces? Oca turned away to survey another space when a flickering light caught her attention. She began to scan this strange box when it attempted to initiate a conversation with her.
By Becan Hennighan3 years ago in Fiction