Little Marks 3

So this installment was initially going to be a comic, though in a different format than previous installments. But when I went to pick out parts of the written story to illustrate, I found that all of what I wanted to say was in the words and a single image.

This one came from me dealing with a lot of anxiety about death. As you all are aware this coronavirus thing is spreading fast and equally so is our exposure to stories about it in our daily lives. It go to the point where my anxiety levels got so high it was affecting my work and my personal relationships. So I unplugged from much of social media and stuck to news sources for my updates about this pandemic. Anyway, part of dealing with it was making something, an expression or sorts. So here is that. No color, but I may get to that later.

Thanks for reading.

Long Tooth Road

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Long ago, the gods strode this land. There were all sorts of them, gods; one for the Sun, two for the Moon and three for people.

Of those three, there was one concerned with food and things that grow, one obsessed with babies and their safety, and a third whose chief priority was death and the changing of life to non-life, un-life… not living…somthing like that.

This god was so interested in the process of dying, that it carried death around in its mouth, and though it was endless, it delighted in the death of its teeth (which would grow back as quickly as they died.) So this god, would draw it’s long fangs from it’s mouth as if drawing a sword, though some say as if plucking a flower, and plant it in the earth at its feet.

The teeth would stick out from the ground, some nearly teen feet tall and some as short the day is in winter. So, as this god would wander and return to its home, it left markers all across this land.

The people who inhabit this land, just beneath the purview of the gods, used these markers as a road of sorts, to the underworld where the god of death lived. They would bury their dead at the base of the tallest teeth so that the dead could find their way along the Long Tooth Road; the road to rest.