Empathy

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He was looking in the the mirror, freshening up. He had a date today. It felt good. He was used to it, though. Girls used to like him. At first.

She was a cute student girl from the next town. She didn’t know him. Yet. She would. He was going to get laid, he knew that much. One way or another. He was almost hoping she’d say no, it was more fun that way.

He was ready, looking adorable. Prince charming, he was, the girls he met fell like flies. They usually regretted that after a while.

He heard a key in the lock. He froze. It couldn’t be. After so many years, and he hadn’t even changed the locks. Not even after his mother was out of the way.

No. Stupid. Stupid!

I’m ho-oome!

He started shaking. Breathing faster, his eyes flickering. It couldn’t be, but still he knew it was. Only one person had that key.

His father. He was back.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empathy

https://www.psychologytoday.com/basics/psychopathy

Domestic Violence

 

Ragnarok

Ragnarok

Odin was looking to the horizon. He was worried. Times were changing. The war on the giants had calmed down for now, but he knew it would not last. A new treat had emerged. A threat of another world. The realm of Zeus had already fallen. Even the powerful Jupiter. A new emperor was coming. He had a son. Together they had become more powerful than any other gods.

He saw his two ravens coming home. He already knew they had bad news.

In the lands of men the war had been going on for centuries. His realm among them was small now, just some fjords in the north.

They came in through Jotunheimen, the home of giants. The giants fled. Fenrir broke loose. In the loss of their home the giants pushed towards Valhalla. An army of giants and monsters were arriving. They knew not that there was no escape.

Odin heard the horn of Heimdall, Gjallarhorn. The end was coming. Ragnarok. But it would not be as it was foretold. It was not the end of the world. It was the end of the northern faith.

The Aesir, the Norse gods, prepared themselves for war. Men and gods together lined up at the gates of Asgard. The giants came crossing the bridge.

Let them come! Roared Thor with thunder in his voice. I’m ready!

He lifted his hammer, threw it. Killed hundreds of giants a throw. The Serpent of Midgard attacked. The fight lasted for ages. God versus beast. The entire world trembled until they both fell dead to the ground. The giants invaded Odin’s kingdom.

The gods fought bravely. Odin slayed giants. Heaps of them. Thousands. They could have won. Then Fenrir appeared.

A fierce beast, rampaging everything in it’s way, gods and giants alike. Odin lifted his sword and ran towards it, knowing it would be his end. The great warrior Tyr threw himself at it. Die, beast! He shouted. He was slain. Odin attacked. Struck two times before the beast devoured him and continued the destruction. Vidar, son of Odin, had seen his father fall. He was half giant, and had the strong sides of both his kin. He kicked Fenrir in the jaw, broke it. He killed it with his sword, but Valhalla had already fallen.

The new regime swiped in with an army of winged creatures. They destroyed everything. Giants. Gods. Dimensions.

To the underworld the Aesir were condemned. They had lost, but one day, some day the gods of Asgard will rise again.

http://norse-mythology.org/tales/ragnarok/

http://spangenhelm.com/the-christianization-of-the-norse/

Jörmungandr

Jörmungandr

Jörmungandr

There had been no wind for many days. Twenty hard men was rowing day and night. This night everything was black. No stars, no moon. Just darkness.

The waves rose. First a little bit, then more, harder.

We’re too far west! Shouted Haraldr. He was one of the oldest on the boat, and second in command. We can’t go further. The World Serpent could be lurking!

There is no such thing! Lefr responded. But the sea went higher and higher. He started doubting his new beliefs.

A face appeared from the waves. Huge, like the sea itself. It rose above them. A creature of another world. The world of gods and giants, of powers beyond understanding. Jörmungandr. The Serpent of Midgard.

Turn! Shouted Leifr. Turn, we have to turn! The men rowed, as hard as they could. There was no way. No way to turn, no way to get back. The Snake was over them. It controlled the waves, moved the boat where ever it wanted. Played with them. A creature of death and destruction. They were doomed.

The wind rose even more. Thunder. Lightning. Thórr. Jörmungandr lifted it’s head, ready to strike. A lightning bolt pierced into it. It turned. Looking towards the skies. The men could hear the thunder rolling. Thórr’s wagon. The hooves of his bucks. The deafening cracks of his hammer.

The storm was savage. The waves where high as mountains. A fight between gods. The men fell. All control was lost. The boat was thrown around through the seas. Another lightning bolt. Another. Another. They heard the terrifying roars of the snake. It could no longer be seen.

The storm calmed down. They were lost, far away in the sea. The sun rose.

Land! Land ahead!

The new land was different from the lands they knew from before. Everything was bigger. The trees. Even the blueberries.

If we find our way home, we can bring more people and make a settlement here, said Leifr.

Do you think people will dare to go on such a dangerous trip? Said Haraldr skeptically. I don’t think big blueberries will be enough.

Hmm… I guess you’re right. Leifr thought for a while. Got it! From today this land will be called Wineland. That should cut it.

In this moment Harald remembered why he always went with Leifr on these crazy trips. The man was a genius.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leif_Erikson

https://poweredbyrobots.com/2017/04/13/blood-in-the-depths/

Odin’s Visit

Under Ground

Under Ground

Soundtrack: Edvard Grieg: Dovregubbens Hall

You are walking in the forest. Listening to the sound of birds, eating some blueberries every once in a while. The sun is shining and two squirrels are playing in the trees. Or fighting. You don’t know, and you don’t care. This is perfect.

Your foot falls through the ground. There’s some kind of hole underneath. You try to pull your foot up, but it’s stuck. You hear strange sounds from down there. Like someone is laughing, but their not really voices, either. Strange, squeaking sounds.

Whatever it is holding on to your foot stats pulling. You try to get loose, but there’s no way. You start screaming. Help! Heeeelp! You know there’s no one around. You are pulled under.

You fall into a cave. A dark, smelly cave, moisty. There are sounds around you. Like something moving. Crawling. Laughing. Your eyes slowly adapt to the darkness.

There are creatures there. Hundreds of them. Small, disgusting monsters. Sharp, pointed teeth sticking out of their mouths. They look evil. They are surrounding you, watching you.

What do you want? You ask. Your voice sounds shaking. They laugh. You know what they want. They want to eat you. One of them jumps closer. Stops for a moment, judging you. It bites your leg. You scream as his sharp teeth sink into your flesh. You kick it in reflex. It flies into the wall and falls lifeless to the ground.

Some gather around the dead creature. Then they look at you. They scream. Angry. Aggressive. They charge.

You kick one. Another. One jumps, you punch it. They fly into the walls. Their heads split. Their backs break. They are many. All screaming. Beady eyes shining with desire for murder. Still their quite slow. Clumsy. Fragile.

You grab one by it’s foot and start hitting it’s companions with him. Kicking away others. Little monsters are flying between the walls, bouncing, dying. You’re starting to like it. You’re in control.

A massacre. The few still alive starts running away.

No, you don’t! You say and kick a couple more as they try to get into their small tunnels.

Yeah! That’s it, disgusting little creatures. You suck! I rock! Hahahaha!

You hear a strange rumbling sound from one of the bigger tunnels. The earth trembles. The sound comes closer. You back away. The creatures are laughing again.

A beast comes out of the tunnel. It’s face is similar to the others, but it’s less humanoid. More beast. It screams. Roars. Runs towards you. You still have the dead little weapon creature in your hand. You smash it in the big one’s face. It starts whining and runs back into the tunnel it came from.

You climb up, out of the cave. You don’t want to wait around for more of them, although it has been fun. You bring a dead one, no one is going to believe you if you don’t.

http://wilwheaton.typepad.com/wwdnbackup/2011/10/flash-fiction-the-monster-in-my-closet.html

Bed Time Story

Sirens

Sirens

Johnny and the rest of the crew on MS Olive Oil was stranded on a rock in the sea, they had been for years. Five men, no escape.

Johnny had found a cave underneath the island. The sea entered from an underground tunnel, and was a hiding place for fish and shrimps. He brought a net to catch some.

On a rock in the water he saw a creature. A mermaid, like in the fairy tales. She was sitting there, singing. He was fascinated. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. She had a fish’ lower body, but her upper part was… Perfect.

He caught her. Threw the net over her, pulled her up on shore. She was naked, her beautiful tits were firm and soft. Her face. She was gorgeous. He hadn’t seen a woman in years, and never one this beautiful. He lost control. He raped her. Then he let her go.

The next night day the Sirens came. An army of males and females, armed with tripods, spears and swords.

One, a big, muscular one with a crown on his head seemed to be their leader. The beautiful siren was by his side. Lust of revenge could be seen in their eyes.

One of you has raped my daughter, said the King in the sailors’ tongue. I want him. Deliver him to me, or you will all die.

The sailors looked at each other. Johnny looked down in shame.

You stupid son of a bitch! Said captain Monty. What the fuck have you gotten us into?

You raped… a fish? Said Marco. How’s that even possible?

Monty looked at the army of sirens in front of the island. They were many. This was their reign.

Get the fuck off this island! Said Monty. I’m not going to die because you’re a pervert.

Out there..? said Johnny. I can’t go out there. They’ll kill me.

Better you than us, asshole, said Marco. Get the fuck off the island.

They threw him into the sea. He was pulled under water. The sirens left.

That night the crew was sitting around the rock they used as a table. They were eating grilled cod.

He raped a fish, said Marco, looking at his plate. Fucking pervert.

Bob was looking out of the window. She was quite a fish, though, he said after a while. Not that I’m into the whole rape thing and such, but she was quite a fish.

Monty said nothing. They had been on the island for a long time now. A long, long time.

https://vasinvixon.wordpress.com/2017/02/17/swim/

https://www.greekmythology.com/Myths/Creatures/Sirens/sirens.html

Lake Fear

Plague

Pesta

Her name was Plague. Pesta. She hadn’t been around for quite a while. Well, a bit there, a bit here, but no. Not like before. After the Black Death she needed to rest for a while. But it had been fun. Oh, yes.

She was getting bored lately though. She grabbed her rake and broom and went out.

Humans had been fighting disease quite hard the last centuries. Medicine. How naive they were, thinking they could stop her. Sure, they could slow her down a bit, but she stopped when she wanted to. Though antibiotics had been holding her back for quite a while now, her days seemed to be back. Evolution wasn’t always a bad thing. Their immune system was a hard enemy, but medicine was her best ally in that aspect.

Fourteenth century Europe had been a blast. Scandinavia. Ah, what an easy target. People didn’t even wash. She remembered it like yesterday. The fear. The suffering. It had been wonderful. Decades of going around, emptying villages and farms. Letting some poor souls live here and there, just to make it all interesting. But things had changed. Not that she wasn’t going there, but it wasn’t really the best area to start. Africa. Africa was her continent these days. No medicine, and the rest of the planet didn’t seem to care.

She found a nice little village. This seems like a nice place to warm up. She took her broom and swiped the village clean. Moved on to the next one. Then another. Then she moved into town. In town she used her rake, letting some live. She spread better that way.

For fifty years she roamed the earth. This was even better than the middle ages. So easy to move around. The poor humans tried everything. Quarantines. Travel bans. All kinds of chemicals. They called her antibiotic resistant plague bacteria. How little did they know about the real world. About the Eternals.

One day Death sat down on a rock. He had been traveling around with her all the way. He always was.

You had your fun now, he said. I’m exhausted. We’ve wiped out than half the planet’s population. At least. Probably a lot more. Not that that’s a bad thing, but still, quite a take.

What about him? She said, looking over at Hunger.

I’ll speak to him, said Death. You’re the one who started it. He won’t stop until you do.

Whatever you say, cousin, she replied. I don’t know why War bailed out on us so soon, though.

I guess it’s just not time, said Death and glared at Fate. She was sitting on her throne. Her face showed nothing but total control. It never did.

Don’t worry, he said thoughtful. Time will come.

https://mythsandmicrobes.com/2016/09/29/pesta-the-personification-of-the-black-plague-in-norway/

http://sandman.wikia.com/wiki/The_Endless

Hate

 

Fallout

Fallout

A meteor had fallen from the sky in central Siberia. The explosion had been tremendous. They isolated the area in fear of radiation or other kind of contamination. Physiological contamination. They had never dreamed of this.

Colours were seen in the sky. At first they were thought to be northern lights, but they moved differently, had more shape. They seemed… Conscious, somehow. There were some kind of darkness in them.

A group of scientists was sent in. Raskolnikov lead the crew. They went in on a military vehicle, accompanied by soldiers. Major Rasputin led the excursion.

They left in the morning, it was high spring, and there were flowers everywhere. The sun was shining.

As they came closer to the impact area the sky started to darken in a strange way. Not like clouds or anything else covered for the sun, but more as if it was becoming nighttime. The sun was still as high on the sky as it should be this far north, but it became more and more pale, and the stars started showing. The colours started dancing in the the air high above them. The further in they went, the lower the colours, and soon they were flying around the truck like ghosts.

Do you think their alien lifeforms? Said Boris.

I don’t know, answered Raskolnikov. They don’t seem material.

The forms had faces, and they were looking at them through the truck window. Floating around them. They looked like they were asking for something, no, begging. Begging for help.

Alien ghosts, said Boris, more to himself than to anyone else. Is that even possible?

They arrived at the crater. The sight was spectacular. Never before had Raskolnikov seen anything like it. Spirits flying around in chaos and harmony. Moans of pain could be heard. Raskolnikov went out of the truck. He was to amazed to be careful. Boris tried to stop him, but he started walking into the crater.

As he went further the spirits were surrounding him, caressing him, whispering into his ear sound which could be some kind of language. Something was calling for him. There, in the darkness in front of him a transparent, abstract creature was sitting. It’s face was twisted in a strange way, pain, horror and bottomless suffering was shining. It spoke to Raskolnikov.

We destroyed our planet. When there was nothing else to eat, we ate each other. We kept the meat living, cutting off piece by piece. Our planet was suffering so deeply, so indescribably that the dead could not rest. The suffering was only getting more and more horrible.

A group of our race found a solution. Euthanasia. They destroyed the whole planet, blew it up from within. This piece has been flying through space for a long, long time, longer than you can ever imagine. Now we are here, and we are still suffering. Now you will suffer with us.

The spirits surrounded him, started scratching his skin, his bones. He started running towards the truck. He heard gunshots. Screams. Silence. The ghosts were ripping his skin to pieces. He did not die. Agony. Pain became everything.

It still is.

His souls is still floating around in the crater waiting for the next unfortunate creature wander into the trap to be destroyed as he once was.

The area stayed a no go zone. Anyone who entered was never seen again.

http://www.scienceandfantasyfiction.com/flash-fiction/ghosts-of-the-ogygopsis.htm

http://365tomorrows.com/2017/03/21/the-high-cost-of-contact/

His Grandpa’s Cabin

Anthropocentrism

Antropocentrism

They are beasts, said commander Johnson. They don’t use objects, they don’t speak, they don’t even seem to move. Their probably just as stupid as the animals on earth.

Not all the animals are that st… Started second commander Tracy.

Stupid animals, that’s what they are. Get rid of them.

There is a theory they have a high level of communication. The changing colours in their many eyes seem to be a form of higher communic…

They are beasts, I tell you. Humans are the superiour species in the universe. We exterminate.

Second commander Tracy wasn’t fond of the idea, but the ship had a strict herarchy. An order was an order.

Palebluishgreen watched the sky as the many spaceships came towards them on the sky. They were coming down from the great big ship they had seen circling their planet for several days now, and the days on Gringam lasted a long time.

These creatures do not come in peace, his colours signaled to his friend Darkbrown. Something has to be done.

Palebluishgreen was of the elder of the Mergam clan. He was highly intelligent, as the older colour creatures always were. He was capable of understanding most things out of observation, intuition and rational thinking. In that order.

I know, his friend answered. Darkbrown was a lot younger than Paleblueishgreen, and a lot more agile. He even moved every once in a while, and we’re not talking just moving a tentacle or two, but moving his whole body inches in one direction or another.

Somehow they are dependent of their metallic material to move effectively, said Palebluishgreen. They shouldn’t be too hard to stop. They’re obviously rather stupid, depending on material things and longing for power. Rather primitive their ways.

Without doubt, said Darkbrown. Kind of funny to watch their thoughts, though. They have an interesting belief that they somehow are superior to others.

I’ll signal the Great Greyallmostblack the situation. He’ll know what to do.

As the spaceships got into attacking position, the colour creatures all over the planet united in meditation.

They are getting ready to attack, said Paleblueishgreen. How predictable.

Commander Johnson looked satisfied. As soon as they’d wiped out life on the surface, they could get the gold and other metals in the ground. He was going to be rich.

The floor inside the ship moved strangely, bulging, as if it was soft. The walls started becoming transparent. He drew his gun, but it wasn’t really a gun, it was more of a liquid substance running out of his hand. Everything around him dissolved into thin air.

They fell naked and helpless towards the ground. Before hitting ground they stopped falling. For a while they hovered in the air. Next thing they knew they were back at the mothership.

Now what? Said second commander Tracy. All our gunpower is gone, and we have only one vessel left. Not much for a conquest, really.

Commander Johnson had a hard time looking at him. Nakedness wasn’t really his thing. He said nothing, just stood there, looking confused.

What if we try to make friends? Said Tracy after a while.

Commander Johnson sat his naked butt down in a chair. He looked like he was going to cry. He straitened his back and looked straight at Tracy, avoiding his genitals as much as he could.

Why not, he said. Why not.

http://www.nature.com/scitable/knowledge/library/an-introduction-to-animal-communication-23648715

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intelligence

Humans

Abominable Snowman

Abominable Snowman

Something came moving out from behind the rocks. It walked on two legs, like a human, but it was bigger. Hairy.

Look! Said Ernst. What is that?

A Monster! Shoot it!

They were on an expedition sent out by Heinrich Himmler himself. High up in the Himalayas they were looking for signs of early aryan civilization, proof of the superiority of the race. It was summer, but still freezing. Today a cold wind had risen. They were up at almost seven thousand meters. It seemed a bit silly to be looking for the rests of civilization up here, but if it was what Himmler wanted, it was what Himmler wanted. And they better not get back empty handed. He had a disgust for failure.

They were going in between some rocks to find shelter, when they saw the creature.

The wind made it hard to see. It came out from the rocks. Moving strangely. It was no human. A monster. They shot it. The sound of the gun echoed between the walls.

They went slowly closer to have a look. It was lying on the ground. It’s chest was red of blood. It had stopped pumping.

It looks like a bear. Said Ernst. Quite a blond bear, but still. A bear.

Nein. Said Bruno. It’s an abscheuliche Schneemensch. A horrible, dangerous Yeti.

It definitively looks like a bear, said Ernst.

No! An abominable  snowman, that’s what it is. No doubt about it. Der Fuhrer will be very happy.

It’s bear, Bruno. Look at it’s face. It’s a bear’s face.

Bruno stood looking at the bear for a while with his rifle in his hand. He lifted the rifle a bit. It went off in the animal’s face. The face splintered, blood, flesh and bone flew. The face was now a big hole.

The two men were quiet for a while, looking at the bear. Bruno looked at Ernst. Then back at the bear.

Definitively an abominable snowman, he said. Let’s bring it home.

Ernst said nothing. Anything would be better than coming home empty handed.

https://umsu.unimelb.edu.au/what-really-happened-nazi-yeti-hunters/

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/10384000/Yeti-lives-Abominable-Snowman-is-part-polar-bear-and-still-roams-the-Himalayas.html

Deep Sea Adventurers

Prophetic Poetry

The little girl was standing in front of him. He couldn’t see her eyes. Her dark hair was hanging down in front of her pale face. She held a doll in her right hand. The doll’s eyes were torn out. It was hanging like a dead person. The girl made a sudden move with her head, threw her hair back. Fast. Her face. Twisted, strange, as if someone had hurt her, cut her. Destroyed her. She screamed.

They had found the house in the wilderness. Abounded and beautiful. With a bit of work they had cleaned it up well enough to stay there for some days. A rest until they would continue their journey.

In the basement they found a book. A small writing book, a note pad. Only one of the pages had text on it. The letters were chaotic, as written by a child.

Lonely nights and silence

Will they ever return?

Trapped and terrified

When time comes they will burn

Blood will run on wooden floors

Innocent lives… delight

The two who comes in through that door

this will be their night.

They joked about how it would be them, that there was a ghost or something. They did not know the horrible event that had happened in this place.

A little girl had been murdered by her parents. Fear had been the reason. Fear of a prophecy that never came true.

This night Janet and Morty had been lying in front of the fireplace. Janet fell asleep, and Morty went out to take a piss. Coming back in he saw the little girl. She was standing in the hallway.

Her face had a horrendous look in it’s red, beady eyes. Her scream was long, evil and in pain. She jumped at him faster than a beast. Bit his throat, pulling it out. Morty fell to the ground. Blood poured out of the wound and his mouth.

The scream woke Janet up. She ran out in the hallway, saw her boyfriend vomiting blood on the floor. A little girl sitting on top of him. The girl turned her head. An unnaturally fast movement. Her head was turned backwards. Blood were running down her cheeks. She jumped, or flew towards Janet. Janet fell backwards. She managed to throw the little girl into the fireplace. She screamed horrible screams as the flames devoured her. Screams of a little girl in pain and terror. Then she disappeared.

Janet ran over to her beloved boyfriend lying on the floor. He was dead. There was nothing she could do for him. She ran out the door as fast as she could and into the night. She stopped.

The little girl was standing in the yard. In front of her. In the tall grass. She stopped. Petrified. The little girl attacked. The sleeping birds awoke and flew from their trees far, far away.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Poetry_Day

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/267155-wasting-copper/

Tears of Blood