Such a tasty-licky thing, kiddies. Mhm, yes. Scared and dripping with sweat. Oh! Bones stuffed with despair. Not old stringy flesh, no, no. Young and tender. Long, long time since I had one. Them runs too quick. A grumble from me stomach. No. Not grumble. Echo. Like...
Somewhere in the world, under an insignificant grass-covered mound that locals call Mount Bald, unbeknownst to anyone, lies a tomb of an ancient Slavic ruler. Wood-carved statues of all the gods surround his coffin and a pile of worldly possessions, heads bowed in...
Listen to this post https://www.sebastianhetman.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/10-Slavic-Mythology-pt-2.mp3 If you haven’t read it, start from part 1. Have you ever wondered, how the land under our feet came to be? Let me tell you a very old story about two brothers...
Listen to this post https://www.sebastianhetman.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/07-Slavic-Mythology.mp3 Few ever heard about how the Slavic Gods came to be. It’s mainly because my ancestors were a stubborn folk who didn’t put much stock in things written. So when early...
This is Part 2, read Part 1 here. As the younglings get closer, their scent makes me eyes water. The youths smell divine. Not the bland, milky smell of infants, oh no. Neither the apple vinegar odor of the adults. Bless them. They smell like the wind moments before it...
