Mythofilia

Once upon a time...#2 Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived on a moon. She didn’t know it was a moon. It was simply her home. The girl spent her days playing with her friends beneath the amber sky. Occasionally they would catch a glimpse of the Guardian when they managed to stay out late enough to see him peek his head over the horizon.  Sometimes when she woke up in the middle of the night, she would stop by a window to stare at it. The Guardian lit up the night sky like a big orange lid. But one day the little girl looked above and saw large menacing space ships. The people who came out of those ships were rather short and stocky. Their faces seemed every bit as mean as their space ships. When the little girl went to school one bright and early morning, she found her teacher looking upset. “What’s wrong miss Yosha, did the space ships scare you too?”, she asked. Miss Yosha smiled and said: “don’t worry Iulenya, everything’s going to ...

The House Time forgot Once upon a place there was a House that Time forgot. It had not been the intention of the House. It had merely been overlooked. When Time expanded through space, he’d stopped short just before reaching the little red brick house with the evergreen garden.   It wasn’t long before Time realized his mistake. He came to lay claim on the House. But the little red brick house with the pointy roof wouldn’t have it. It refused to be changed. All through the assault of Time, the House kept its windows shut and restrained its wood from settling. It told the Wind not to blow in its garden or tickle its shingles. Time retreated while keeping a watchful eye on the little red brick house and its quiet components. Not a single leaf ruffled in the evergreen garden. Eventually Time grew bored and dropped his stakeout. The Wind came rushing in jingling the shingles and stroking the grass. The wood creaked and the House opened its windows. The little red brick...