Windward Review Vol 21 (2023): Myths and Hauntings
"Myths and Hauntings" brings attention to the intimate connection between mythology, story, haunting and human history(s). With contributions from around the US and beyond, Myths and Hauntings is a collection made to empower creators beyond spaces and cultural prescriptions of beliefs. The pieces in the volume expand, negate, shock, and bring warmth to a stark world of narrative history(s). As a modern creative publication, we are pleased to showcase creators that have put their whole selves into their work. What emerges is an embodiment of cultural myths, hauntings, and more, 2023.
"Myths and Hauntings" brings attention to the intimate connection between mythology, story, haunting and human history(s). With contributions from around the US and beyond, Myths and Hauntings is a collection made to empower creators beyond spaces and cultural prescriptions of beliefs. The pieces in the volume expand, negate, shock, and bring warmth to a stark world of narrative history(s). As a modern creative publication, we are pleased to showcase creators that have put their whole selves into their work. What emerges is an embodiment of cultural myths, hauntings, and more, 2023.
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Jenna Ulizio<br />
Advent<br />
If the world was going to end, the matter could wait no longer. Pluto<br />
had been orbiting this city for millennia. In a sense. However, the magic<br />
weakly thrumming through its alleys <strong>and</strong> canals had finally succeeded in<br />
calling him.<br />
Calling him home.<br />
The sea thrashed against the small metal boat. Night surrounded<br />
him in a brilliant tapestry of sea noise, half-realized shapes, pinpricks of<br />
struggling light, <strong>and</strong> the roar of an overhead highway. The ocean was never<br />
Pluto’s realm, but darkness was a familiar face.<br />
Pluto gently steered the vessel over another surge. If it had not<br />
been dark before, he was now fully swallowed. He could just make out the<br />
thick support columns. Above him soared concrete, a piece of a pointless<br />
goliath. Humanity had so desperately wanted to make gods of themselves.<br />
Yet, here they were, <strong>and</strong> these were their miracles. There truly was nothing<br />
else like them.<br />
Pluto traveled under the overpass <strong>and</strong> through the storm barrier.<br />
Immediately, the water calmed. The boat rocked once more before gently<br />
bobbing. However, this all went unnoticed as Pluto stood in shock. The<br />
entire river was aflame. Suddenly, he was transported. Images ripped him<br />
through time. A lopsided siege in an ever-pressing advance. Strange lights<br />
over distant l<strong>and</strong>s. Explosions dotting the Earth, suffocating on blood <strong>and</strong><br />
tears. A single body burning before him amidst yet another city razed. The<br />
feeling of his heart on fire.<br />
Rome, his home, collapsing. Olympus, a field of ash.<br />
He stumbled out of the reverie <strong>and</strong> nearly out of the boat. His<br />
h<strong>and</strong>s trembled as he gingerly held his head. Fear coiled in his chest. An<br />
ache settled in his body from carrying the past– the long, long past– with<br />
him. He breathed, trying for a tabula rasa <strong>and</strong> failing. When his apathy, a<br />
god’s greatest shield, had left him, Pluto could not remember.<br />
With a shake, Pluto brought his gaze back to the flames. They shot<br />
through the night. The sky seemed so quaint with this scene below. The<br />
stars had no luster. Yet, the river was not on fire. Instead, a long series of<br />
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