Just a little something

I thought I'd post a little bit of my VSWIP(very slow work in progress). I'm thinking this will be the prologue. What do you think?


Dear God, what have I done. I'm the catalyst to the Faerie Apocolypse, thought Carlin, as she surveyed the surrounding chaos.
All around the heavy clangs of magical broadswords against enchanted armor reverberated through her body. The hissing of arrows flying through the air and the dull thuds as they found their targets in immortal flesh, punctuated every heartbeat. Her eyes met those whose eyes had seen centuries, perhaps millenia, of humankind come and go, and watched as their lights grew dim and faded to darkness.

How had it come to this?

I do believe in faeries. That's where it all started. And if I live through this,, she said to herself, I'm gonna kick that Tinker bitch's ass.

What's In A Name

Okay. First, a little background. I was in the Share Your Work section of AW(for those not in the know, that's where I spend most of my time online) and saw the thread for the June Challenge. One of the prompts jumped out at me right away and I immediately started writing. But now, I'm not sure what to do with it. It's not like the other pieces I've seen people post (mine is more of a monologue from the MC's viewpoint) and I haven't exactly developed that tough skin that writer's are known for, yet. So, I'm putting it here. Let me know what you think. Does it need work? Do you like it? Would you want to read more? Should I post it? Come on, people! I need feedback. (Just be nice about it. I know where a lot of you live.) ;)
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What's In A Name

You humans get so caught up with your fascination of naming things. In order for something to be real it must have a name, must it not? You give things names to shackle them and make them your prisoner. You are in control because you hold the power of its name. The line of reasoning seems to go: I see this object before me. I have named it. It is now mine. I now have power over it because I know the secret of its name. But you only think you do. The secrets of names belong only to Us.

We are the ones who have no names. Therefore, to humans, We should not exist. And yet We ruled you and your world for millennia. You tried to give Us names, tried to make Us more like you, more real. You called Us gods, since We were far above anything that you could become, but then tried to diminish Our deity by saying We were only gods of specific tasks. You tried to make Us preside over the most mundane of your chores: goddess of the hearth, god of livestock, the trickster god, the goddess of beauty. Your feeble attempts at humanizing Us didn’t work, though. You soon began to realize that as harmless as you tried to make Us, your names were not enough to keep Us from exhibiting just how far above you We were.

Ruling over you was so much fun. Plagues, famines, wars. And the sacrifices! Those were good times. But gradually you seemed upset that We were not more benevolent towards you. So, some of Us decided that We would try a little experiment to see how you would react if your gods were kinder. Well, at least some of the time. You seemed to like the idea quite a bit. Temples were built to honor Us. Festivals commenced to celebrate Our greatness. Orders were created to be sure that Our will was carried out amongst you. We quite liked that. What being doesn’t take delight in absolute worship? But these developments led to some of Us developing more of an affinity towards you than others of Our kind thought wise. There were even some who began to defend and protect you.

These misfits began answering to the names you had given Them. When those who worshipped Them were in danger, They would answer your pathetic cries for help. When one of Us would amuse Ourselves with you humans, They would intervene. We decided to leave you to your own devices –it was only a matter of time before you did something stupid and blew the planet to pieces, anyway- but those of Us who had grown attached to humanity refused to leave. . You, with your frail bodies and dim minds, corrupted Our pure natures and divided what before could never have been separated. And then, after We departed, you tossed aside the names of Those who had stayed behind for you, letting Their memories be lost to time forever. Abandoning those who would have cared for and protected you.

We could not just let that happen, now could We?

So, We set in motion a plan that, for Our kind, would be carried out swiftly. But for your kind, it would never be noticed because of your linear thinking and your gnat-like life spans. Your punishment would be fitting. Those who have no names decided that We would name you. When a human names something, they only think they control it. Whereas, We who are outside time and thought, actually do wield such power. For when We name something, We are masters over its very essence. And once that is captured, there is no escape.

So as you flit about in your meaningless little lives, the gods of your past lost to myth and legend, We wait. The time is coming when We shall call your name and your world will be torn apart as We were. For mankind has been named The Damned.