Mythical flying horses couldn’t possibly be real; but there is one that we all may meet in our most vulnerable hours.
This story is from Year 8, The Year of Revisitation
I revisit one of the stories I’ve already written, and write a new standalone story connected to or inspired by the existing one through a character, a place, an object, a continuation of events (okay, sequel), and so on.
Music: “Song_PainfulMemories_Loop” from GameDev Market
When I was a kid, I desperately wanted unicorns and flying horses to be real. Revisiting a childhood desire in adulthood can be…unnerving. But this concept is obviously stuck in my mind and heart, because I revisited the concept of flying animals in a story I wrote a few weeks before this one “All the Magic Left the World.” This week’s story is a more direct revisitation of my own mythical flying horses, the Gildenfaere. As well, it’s an exploration of how a person in modern times would or could handle the knowledge that mythical creatures are real.
[Video Description: Trailer. Duration, 45 seconds. Music: “Song_PainfulMemories_Loop,” source GameDevMarket. Digital drawing. Center, a winged horse facing viewer, seen from chest up, mane falling to the right side of the neck. Partly extended right wing is shadowy and hazy. The left wing is raised and stretched out, and the feathers are defined. Emerging from the horse’s sides under its wings are two more flying horses whose forms are translucent. The horse on the left flank extends a wing and raises a leg. The horse on the right flank extends a wing and raise’s two legs. A glowing mist streams down from center top. The words “Short Story” and “Genre: Science Mythology” are displayed in front of the image. The title card fades and animated mist moves across the image as the first of several lines from the story appear from top to bottom: “They emerge from the shadow-light of the moon mist. I resist the urge to reach out. I gasp and shiver. The room has grown cold. Not the crisp cold of winter. Not the numbing cold of ice. Not even the cold of night. It is a bracing but fortifying cold. A vast cold.” The title appears as the last line appears and fades. A watermark of the site URL appears at bottom right throughout.]
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