Member-only story
Several stories contained herein are derived from the Judeo-Christian narrative. Whether one accepts their historicity or deems them the product of fevered imagination of men who put pen to scroll, they may be food for thought.
It had never rained before.
Instead, Earth was moistened by mist, gentle and benevolent.
It was younger than it is now, and in better times.
One day, a man and his sons began building something truly strange. There were no blueprints in those days. But the men worked with purpose and seemed to know what they were doing.
They had gotten instructions from another place.
Gradually the thing took shape.
It would be a sizable craft. Nothing like it had ever been seen before.
During the time it was being assembled, Noah stopped from time to time to rest, quaff some water from an earthenware jug, and to talk with the people, some of whom doubtless thought he had been out in the sun too long.
None listened to him and turned from their evil ways. Instead, they derided and mocked him. It seemed to bother him not at all.
He and his sons resumed their task.
