The Gorgon Experience--Verse II

Story by Hardcover

Wow, it's been a long time since I returned to this one, but since that Percy Jacksonmovie and the remake of Clash Of The Titans are out, I thought it might be time to revisit my own unique brand of mythology.

This time, Megara and Doc are hot on the trail of the first piece of the Eye Of Demeter, but they get help from an unexpected goddess, and Doc finds himself undergoing a surprising metamorphosis. As before, to make sure no one gets my re-imagined mythology confused with the real thing, I've lazily copied and pasted articles about the actual myths into the story as part of Doc's descriptions. Also, since this story deals with nymphs, I've included some classical depictions of them. Please comment if you like this story or a gorgon will make you hard as stone, and not in the good way.

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THE GORGON

EXPERIENCE:

VERSE II

By Hardcover

The city of Prague, the capital city of The Czech Republic, can be downright creepy late at night.

Situated on the Vltava River in central Bohemia, Prague has been the political, cultural and economic centre of the Czech state for more than 1,100 years. For many decades during the Gothic and Renaissance eras, Prague was the permanent seat of two Holy Roman Emperors and thus was also the capital of the Holy Roman Empire. Today, the city proper is home to about 1.3 million people, while its metropolitan area is estimated to have a population of over 1.9 million. It is, obviously, a very old city, filled with those aging stone structures of Gothic design and those narrow, dark streets filled with cobblestones. The effect at night can be dreadfully unnerving, to the point where you’re jumping at almost every shadow.

And if you’re slipping out of those dark narrow streets and into one of the city’s largest and oldest cemeteries, well that makes the matters even worse. Prague's Olsanske cemetery is by far the largest graveyard in the city. It is the final resting place of over a million people, including many of the leading figures of the Czech national revival and scholars and artists. You can also find there the graves of Czech legionaries from the First World War, as well as Commonwealth and Russian soldiers who lost their lives on Czechoslovak territory during the Second World War. Surrounded by busy thoroughfares from all sides, the Olsanske cemetery is never a quiet place although on a weekday night like right now, it is nearly deserted. The older parts, close to the metro station Flora, are sometimes a painful sight. Among the greenery, sandstone tombs, a couple of centuries old, are nearly falling apart, their roofs caved in. Some of them have their doorways bricked up to stop unwanted guests from using them as toilets or places to sleep.

But in the oldest part of the cemetery, the view is a little more optimistic. The eye is attracted by small white tablets scattered among the graves with photos and texts paying tribute to some of the long departed. That's the work of Roman Catholic priest Milos Szabo and his parishioners from the nearby district of Zizkov. The first dead were buried in Olsany in 1680 during a plague. A chapel, now outside the cemetery, commemorates the epidemic. In 1787, Emperor Joseph II made Olsany the central cemetery for Prague. Located outside the city walls, it was a safer burial place than the old graveyards in an already overcrowded city.

The old, weather beaten slab of stone casts eerie shadows in the moonlight, adding the unnerving feeling of the place. And if you happen to have come here on a night flooded with thick fog, then that only makes the problem worse, the soupy grey can limit you vision, making the scene even more sinister, and adding to a sense of unease.

This can be made yet even creepier by the incessant hissing coming from the head of your companion.

My name is Dr. James Turnbuckle, and I was slipping into this ancient cemetery with aid of a gorgon named Megara.

It’s a long story, but through my research into the myths and legends of the ancient world, I discovered evidence of the location of the famous Isle Of The Dead, home to the legendary gorgons. I had traveled there in hopes of finding some evidence of the truth behind the myth. I had expected to find some trace or evidence; I certainly had not expected to find a real live gorgon. Let alone find myself having sex with one, but that is what happened. It was quite a surprise when I did, and even more surprised to find her to be more or less like a twenty

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