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Write about a community that worships Mother Nature.

Posted in Summer on Oct 26, 2022

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The Truth of Life

Submitted to Contest #90

I planted you with my own two hands. I still remember the day. I remember the youth that I was, who ripped up the plants in my mother's garden. I remember getting caught by the old lady. She was old and frail - but something about her made me want to stand and listen to her. "Son," she said. Her voice was nothing like you imagined. It was firm. Her frail frame belied the steel in her. "You, in your ignorance, are ripping up these plants. Why?" "It makes me feel like God, having power over these plants. Knowing that I can rip them and do as I...

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The Visible God

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From the beginning of calculation of time, humans have considered a power greater than themselves. Some have believed in the power, while others have found worshiping as a means to obtain their personal desires. We have been hardwired to believe in a force which is shy, mostly hidden from the human eye. For years I have questioned my unformed stance on religion. I tried to experience different philosophies, their comprehended versions, though often returned with an anticipated disappointment. The road to answers is uncertain, if not unr...

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Osun And Her People

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In the rainy season of the year, the august visitors arrived safely for the Osun-Osogbo sacred grove festival, which was protected by Susanne Wenger. The hotels were crowdedly filled up with people of different backgrounds, colors and sizes. The street was bustled with the foreigners and indigenes who had prepared for the commencement of the festival the next day.Bayo turned on his radio to 104.5 FM radio station. “Attention! Attention!! Attention!!! This week is Osun-Osogbo festival, we invite the young and old; the youths are called to cel...

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Chosen Child

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TW: murder Prayers pass between silent lips. The hushed whispers filled my ears as the murmurs blur together. “Please Mother,” I whisper. “Please bring the rain, let the crops be plentiful this year.”   I gaze up at the wooden statue of our Mother. I once asked my parents why she wasn’t carved from gold like the statues in the history books. They said it was because our Mother would want to be carved from nature.  Her palms are open wide, beckoning me to come. I stand up from my place next to my parents and brother, and slowly...

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Daughters of the Earth

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Nathaniel Thornton thought he had found a haven.But, as he tried — and failed — to wriggle free of the pillory, it occurred to him that he’d been wrong. The post wobbled when he fought against his shackles, but the trap would not break. The wooden framework, into which they’d locked his head and hands, remained steadfast and shut. At least no sharp blade hovered above the stocks, ready to guillotine him. Although he’d later reflect that decapitation would have been a preferable fate.“Now, now, Nathaniel.” Heledd Cadigan, dressed in a white r...

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Rocks Remember

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I grew up in what some people would call a sect. Or a cult. Oh, folk had their suspicions, but most of them were wide of the mark, and the truth was both more mundane and more strange than they would ever have imagined. Let me tell you what we weren’t. What we did and didn’t believe, and what we did and didn’t do. Though there was some kind of headquarters, it was mainly for administrative purposes, and most members, like my family, just lived in regular houses, did regular jobs, and sent their children to regular schools. Members were allow...

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the zoo

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“I want my daughter for the first week.” That is what I said to my ex-wife in court as we were fighting for custody over Kelly. “What makes you think the father gets the kid first and not the one who tore their stomach open to have her?”  “I’m the one that gave you the sperm, to begin with!”  “I wish you hadn’t!” “Are you saying having Kelly was a mistake!” I yelled. “No, I am saying having her with you was a mistake!” Mandy said.  “Your, honor. I have a job now, I would like to take Kelly with me.” I explained. “Tom, you neve...

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Battle with the dark lord

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         Ancient Legend  Long ago the Dark Lord was the most supreme creature in the world until The Nameless Sorcerer was born. The community had soon realised that the sorcerer was more powerful than the Dark Lord. The community turned to the sorcerer and asked for help. The Nameless Sorcerer agreed but he could not stop the Dark Lord forever but he could seal him in a magic board game. But for that he needed to seal himself into items as well so he sealed himself into 5 elements Space, W...

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Alessia Grows

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Alessia Alighieri had not looked forward to learning piantakinesis. It was customary for all students at her school to learn the mastery of plant magic from followers at the temple of Cernunnos, the Horned God. Followers of Cernunnos were considered odd by the wider magi community. They wore their uniform as it had been for millennia, since they were misnamed druids back on Origin, first planet of humanity. They wore the antlered helms, with a torc hanging from each. Some painted their skin with woad. Always bare chested, and almost always...

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Amethyst Dreams

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“Have you ever experienced Déjà vu, Natalie?”That was the first question she asked her.Most evenings, after I finished my homework, I would make my way across the street to visit Violet. I had been to her house long before she moved in, and actually helped my father and uncle build it for her. She wasn’t safe living on her own anymore, so far away. So, we built her her own house that was close enough for family to help out when she needed it.My parents mentioned it would be a big help if I offered to help her around the house and keep her co...

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The Reflection

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I woke up. My head felt heavy and I was sweating. I tried to stand up but I couldn’t. My legs had gone numb. But I wasn’t surprised. It happened all the time. I have this nightmare every now and then, but when I wake up I can’t remember what it was about. Well, I don’t over think about it, because I don’t really have the time. I live quite a busy life. I live with my dad and little sister in a village far away from the city. We moved here when my mother died. If I remember correctly, it was about five or six years ago. I still remember my mo...

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Mother Nurtures

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“Let the joyous festivities begin!” Wild applause rang up and down the valley as the Observants unfurled their banners and told the Supplicants where they could dance and sing. The Cleaners were right in front of both groups to make sure no damage was done to the wide expanse of nature in front of them. And at least they had a beautiful day for it. Carnelius spoke once more. “Remember, flora and fauna: we commune with Nature because Nature is within us and without us. It sees us and we see it. Enjoy what you will.” More applause ra...

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The Butterfly Monarch

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The Butterfly Monarch Day 1 My body's been changing recently; now I'm king of the world. It's been a crazy morning. Somebody should really warn a fellow about this stuff. Let’s start from yesterday. Yesterday I was comfortably wrapped in a dangle-bed eagerly awaiting my radical transformation from a chubby-grubbly to a fully flighted flutterby. It was an exciting moment. I had been waiting in that tiny wrapping for eighteen days and I was certainly ready for my promised areal freedom. This is something of a rite of passage for my kind. W...

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Everything is Poison, Everything is Medicine

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“How beautiful!” Karen exclaimed, looking over the valley stretched before them. The sun topped distant mountains. Layers of mist still settled in the hollows. She looked at her children, Tim and Amy, straddling their bikes.“This is why I wanted to get out today. You can’t see this on a phone screen.”Tim nodded, though his expression betrayed doubt.“Looks like there’s a meadow there. Let’s ride down and check it out. Maybe picnic there.”Karen rode down the fire road trailed by eleven year-old Tim and seven year-old Amy. The girl wobbled a bi...

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The Rainbow Tree and the Lost Village

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“The gods are parched. They need to feed.” His dark eyes wander over her face.Claire whimpers. She can feel the edge of the dagger brushing the side of her neck – blade awfully cold against her damp skin.She chokes at the ball of sob curling up in her throat.Tendrils of icy sweats trickle down her chin.Down to her jowls… And resting, finally, at the throbbing hollow in the middle. And her gut --- churning bitter bile that rises to her chest. And then the native holds the dagger up in the air. In a bat of an eyelash, she can fe...

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