Microfiction: Creation Myth, by Julie Cox
Creation Myth
by Julie Cox
In the beginning there was darkness, and the darkness was not empty. Bodies without shape shifted in the gloom, brushed against each other hotly like wolves in a den. There was no form, no fur or fangs, but the merest suggestion of their eventual essence - primitive predators, embryonic prey.
Then Change came to the world as a light, a spark in the endless murky fathoms. Time had not existed; now there was before and after the light. There had been no alteration; now the endless stasis was finite and mutable. There had been no self; now there was She, who created herself; she brought the act of creation by the simple act of a dream.
In imagining herself, she also gave form to her opposite. Where she was light, he was darkness, deeper than the thick nothing of the universe. She ached to flow, to take and reform; he espoused raw material to give. She took him into her, below her and through her, and they shared one thought - the joy in being, the wondrous simplicity and complexity of existence and creation. He worked in her, twisted and ground into her, giving and giving, and she knew only one thought for him - More. She drew him into her skin and he seeped into her as water to the ground, swelling and thickening her. She took, and she gave back.
He curled around her, enveloped her, and where he moved wind blew across her body. She drew in breath and began to turn. From her surface came tiny green plants by the billions, and she shuddered as their roots ran through her skin like a trembling hand over the tips of fine hair. He moaned and the skies thundered; enormous birds, no larger than an eyelash to him, flew through him uplifted by the gasping gale. Her body heated, and she opened to him again and again, leaving no space between them, no way to escape one another. She found her voice, and creatures roamed her surface, breathing his bones and sinew, staring up through his body to the black wretchedness beyond. Language twisted around their tongues; civilizations rose and fell with each of their breaths. Still they wound around one another.
On and on, sailing through time and space they went, their joyful coupling swelling life between their surfaces, wherever they touched. They sang for the bliss of it, for the millennia of knowledge of each other. They cried out in laughing ecstasy to the stars around them, for there were now stars, and new planets and galaxies and universes spinning around each other. The glory was theirs, for they were to first to show there could be life and joy and change.
So on they will be for longer than is fathomable, but not forever. Nothing would last forever, not even them, and that is what made them search for, and find, love.
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Julie Cox has several previous publications in literary magazines such as “Zahir,” an ongoing parenting column at www.PaganNews.com and an upcoming novella at www.IdeaGems.com. She holds a BA in art and religion from Hendrix College and lives in Arlington, TX with her family.
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