3 day warm up - flash fiction
This is the story of how the great Night Mare created the world.
The Night Mare and her sister the Day Mare were galloping across the universe. Each spot their hooves touched, a star was born. You can see their path written in the stars if you look above, a great swirl shaped like the bottom of a horses hoof. They ran and played and bucked and farted, flipping their tails with joy. Night Mare raised her tail and dropped nine perfectly round balls of shit – plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop. Day Mare turned and stopped to lower her nose and sniff those balls of shit. Two balls of shit had rolled a little ways from the cluster. Day Mare’s nostrils flared wide as she snorted her hot breath over her sisters shit balls. She startled and stomped and the cluster rolled away in different directions. The shit balls became planets – those lights in the sky that do not sparkle. Day Mare’s hot breath inspired life to form on two of the planets. Ours, and the great red ball in the sky that sometimes is green with life and sometimes white with snow. Someday the people who live there will come and visit us – or maybe we will fly our sky horses so high that we can visit them.
Day Mares hot breath started life on our shit ball, like the worms that sometimes burst from the shit of horses here. The life that crawled out was formless, like the worms. Her sister, Night Mare bent over the shit balls to watch the worms emerge. The sisters thought they were sort of ugly, so they took turns using their magic powers to turn the worms into more attractive forms. Night Mare made alligators and tigers, eagles and whales. Day Mare made humans and unicorns, deer and salmon. So you must remember that no matter how fine you think you are, inside you are just a worm, like every other life form on our shit ball. No life is better than any other.
Together the sisters decided to bless us with our sky horses, created in their likeness. Day Mare plucked a hair from the tail of Night Mare and created the big horses that thunder through the forests. Night Mare plucked a hair from the mane of Day Mare and created the fleet and fiery steeds of the plains and desert. They stood back and watched their creations run and play on the shit ball and were pleased.
Snorting and bucking they galloped away across the dark sky. Now and then they remember and visit us, just to see how their creations are doing. So we must always treat our sky horses well – for the Night Mare and Day Mare would surely be displeased if we mistreated the most beloved of their creations – the most magical and blessed horses.
Okay, only 483 words, rough editing, inspired by a question at Live Your Creative Vision which I found through A Goldmine of Journaling Prompts which is to say not that I was uninspired today, but that I had so many ideas I couldn’t pick one and all of them sounded like 10K word stories anyway. Does a day of 500 words count as cheating when you consider I’ve done over 1K a day the last two days? And the story! What can I say – it’s what came out of my head today….
