John Carlin
Stories (2/0)
True Sight
Our eyes are windows into our souls, or so the legend goes. However, it was once not so. Ages past in the land of myth and madness, you can trace the thread of truth to the tale of what our eyes are. Ah, yes, our story dates back to when gods walked amongst us and stood in judgment over our very sins. Yet, these gods were not so simple as we know them now. Zeus once split humanity for fear of their power once unified. His progeny, sadly, were even less gracious. Wrathful beings full of pride and arrogance ruled over us with an iron fist. Humanity served them not unlike like priests do now, save with one vast difference. Humans were enslaved, sentenced to create monuments to their gods and serve their every whim, both saintly and carnal.
By John Carlin11 months ago in Fiction
A New Dawn
Where I would meet my end in this life only to be reincarnated into a new existence, I think I would very much like to be a botanist in an apothecary during the height of Greek power. A very simple life I know, however it has quite an alure to me. The idea of creating my own tonics and potions or learning more about the human body and how natural remedies can enhance our lives or even heal ailments, is so wonderful.
By John Carlin11 months ago in History