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PROBLEM SOLVING: DARK DESIRES CHAPTER 2

This wasn’t the first time he had ever done this. Sometimes it was easier than other times, but it was always the same result no matter how it felt. There wasn’t a lot he could do to stop it though. He had woken up that morning knowing it was time. The intervals were irregular but he always knew when it was time. Like the hands of a giant clock ticking along with perfect rhythm inside his heart. He had no explanation, he just knew when it was time. It started when he was a kid. Moving into adolescence most boys get urges and desires. Probably girls too, but he couldn’t speak to that. Based on the playground conversation with other boys he wasn’t even sure that he got the feelings that they did. His were — different. Fitting in was part of growing up. Or trying to fit in was, as he had learned from TV. He related to the kids in the sitcoms that seemed to be struggling to find their round way into square holes. TV taught him something else too. All your secrets will be discovered. He did

 

Title image for 'Wrath of the Heavens' short story.

The walls rattled and shook at the sound of the battle raging outside. Genine hugged her children close in a protective embrace as she softly sang to the heavens. Her only request was that her children see tomorrow. And the day after. And many more beyond that.

The sound of her voice was soothing to the children’s ears. She hummed the lullabies passed down through generations of lineage. Her family had struggled before and they would struggle again.

The gods battled beyond her view but the effects of their struggle were obvious. Rain fell from the skies filling the channels along the edge of the roadways. They spilled onto the well worn pathways that evacuees had used to escape the shore.


Quotation from 'Wrath of the Heavens' short story. "The gods battled beyond her view but the effects of their struggle were obvious. Rain fell from the skies filling the channels along the edge of the roadways. They spilled onto the well worn pathways that evacuees had used to escape the shore."

Genine knew from past experience that the war of the gods had profound effects on the lives of the mortals. Effects that could take away all they had worked for. It was the very reason that the emperor’s palace stood far from the beautiful coast. So much could disappear in a moment.

No one knew the reason for the god's war. Most modern thinkers agreed that it was a battle waged since time began. There likely weren’t enough years in any one man’s life to understand. The destruction was a fact of life.

There were philosophers that believed humans could influence the outcome. Others argued that it was a matter of the heavens. Their battlefield moved as the tide of war swayed. But destruction was irrespective of the possessions of mortals.

Quotation from the 'Wrath of the Heavens' short story. "There were philosophers that believed humans could influence the outcome. Others argued that it was a matter of the heavens. Their battlefield moved as the tide of war swayed. But destruction was irrespective of the possessions of mortals."


Genine was a young mother when the battle had moved closer to her home than it ever had before. She had seen the war from a distance when she was a child. A distance exaggerated by her age and size. Or was possibly a greater distance than existed currently.

Either way, Genine knew one thing above all else. The distance was not great enough now. Anything short of victory by one side or the other would not guarantee a long life for her children. She had enjoyed her years, and hoped she would have many more. But her children had more years ahead of them than behind.

Quotation from the 'Wrath of the Heavens' short story. "The distance was not great enough now. Anything short of victory by one side or the other would not guarantee a long life for her children. She had enjoyed her years, and hoped she would have many more. But her children had more years ahead of them than behind."


There was much she could not control. Invisible death that descended on her home or the wars of men brought to her doorstep could cause her loss. The one thing she could do is pressure the leaders of this great civilization to force change.

Change through action. Change through appeasement. Change so that the gods’ war would no longer involve the humans that had no part in the altercation. Change because she could no longer stand idle as her visions of the future faded away.

Quotation from the 'Wrath of the Heavens' short story. "She loved her children and held them tight. She sang her song to heaven’s delight. A simple request was all she asked. If morning arrived they would be alright."


She loved her children and held them tight. She sang her song to heaven’s delight. A simple request was all she asked. If morning arrived they would be alright.

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