creative writing

The following is an early version of my first co-creative writing venture:

Once upon a time and for many lifetimes thereafter, it was in my best interest to suppress my gifts.

For in the past, showing even the first inkling of lightbearing abilities immediately invoked persecution, ridicule, and torture. Fear, along with his cousins Hate and Depravity were the dark minions of an evil reign. Power was King. Talents and knowledge that once lived in each heart of our beloved Kingdom of Light, were stigmatized and maligned as dangerous, impure, and evil.

Organized Religion was created to be used as a tool of Power. It was used to manipulate and control the masses. A hierarchy was created made up of those closest to power. These termed elders became puppets of Power. They buried ancient knowledge and changed history. The Church began to serve as a throne for Power and Fear became the preacher. The strength of Power would not be denied and his thirst for the blood of his once equal brethren only grew.

To survive, many people relinquished their gifts to Power and accepted the meager roles Power offered. Some fully embraced Fear and Depravity and helped to "convert" and "conquer" others so they too would become subjects of Power. This was done so they might earn the favor of Power...

The Kingdom of Power grew exponentially. Fear proved to be a mighty ally, however Power is never satiated. Those not persuaded by Fear, met with Depravity.

Death ceased its role as a harbinger of Peace and Transition and became a harbinger of Hellfire and Eternal Damnation. The mere rumor of dissent could have dire consequences.

Accused were brutally and publicly executed. Some were burned alive, some crucified, the lucky beheaded. Corpses of the enemies of Power were desecrated and mutilated. Some were skinned alive, others tarred and feathered.