Reblog of Aphrodite At Oxford

January 24, 2021 at 11:35 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

A vampire novel chapter I wrote from last year.

Dracul Van Helsing

Aphrodite At Oxford 

The Greek goddess Aphrodite writing her term paper on the Native American myths surrounding the origins of the North American Plains Buffalo

The Greek goddess Aphrodite had recently returned from the town of Stettler, Alberta, Canada where she had been researching Cree and Blackfoot indigenous myths on the origins of the North American Plains Buffalo.

She was putting the finishing touches on her term paper for the class she was taking in World Mythology and Folklore.

The class was taught by Prof. William Charles an Associate Professor of Mythology, Folklore, Vampirism, Lycanthropy and Paranormal Studies at Oxford.

His class was extremely popular and hard to get into.

Nevertheless the Greek goddess Aphrodite when visiting Prof. William Charles in his office before the start of this semester was able to convince the famed supernaturalist into letting her into class even though she had no previous formal education.

The…

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Aphrodite At Oxford

February 3, 2020 at 11:47 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Aphrodite At Oxford 

The Greek goddess Aphrodite writing her term paper on the Native American myths surrounding the origins of the North American Plains Buffalo

The Greek goddess Aphrodite had recently returned from the town of Stettler, Alberta, Canada where she had been researching Cree and Blackfoot indigenous myths on the origins of the North American Plains Buffalo.

She was putting the finishing touches on her term paper for the class she was taking in World Mythology and Folklore.

The class was taught by Prof. William Charles an Associate Professor of Mythology, Folklore, Vampirism, Lycanthropy and Paranormal Studies at Oxford.

His class was extremely popular and hard to get into.

Nevertheless the Greek goddess Aphrodite when visiting Prof. William Charles in his office before the start of this semester was able to convince the famed supernaturalist into letting her into class even though she had no previous formal education.

The subject Underwater Basketweaving While Emerging From A Giant Oyster Shell On The Beaches of Cyprus wasn’t considered a valid academic course in the view of Oxford University.

Although it was recognized by most American colleges and universities as such in order to get the best high school athletes into their college football and basketball programs.

But after a little gentle persuasion from Aphrodite, the famed supernaturalist let the goddess into his class.

Outside the window of the Greek goddess Aphrodite’s dorm room, the Greek god Ares was endeavouring to get inside as he hadn’t seen his sometime girlfriend ever since she started at Oxford.

It just so happened that strolling along the grounds between the various halls and dormitories was the Celtic stag god Cernunnos with his trusted crossbow and arrow (that he used to kill deer hunters).

Cernunnos was heading to an Oxford artists’ studio where he would be posing as a model and subject for Oxford art students to draw and paint.

The original model scheduled for today’s art session had been an Australian named Uncle Ernie (who had once modelled for Salvador Dali).

But Uncle Ernie had been arrested at London’s Heathrow Airport earlier today for trying to enter the country illegally.

When the totally nude and jock less Uncle Ernie had approached the female UK Customs and Immigration officer and said, “I have nothing to declare”, the agent looking at the body parts Uncle Ernie was trying to cover said that she wholeheartedly agreed but nonetheless facial recognition had determined that Uncle Ernie was on Interpol’s watch list of “characters of dubious reputation and ill repute”.

Within seconds, Uncle Ernie found himself on the floor in handcuffs.

Meanwhile back at the Quad on Oxford, Cernunnos had shot the Greek god Ares in the backside with an arrow.

The resulting commotion and screaming caused Aphrodite to open her dorm window which sent Ares plummeting to the Quad grounds below.

Seeing as how Ares was an Olympian immortal, all he would suffer on this day was a pain in the neck and a pain in the backside.

Aphrodite meanwhile grabbed her finished term paper and headed to Prof. William Charles’ office.

The two spent hours long into the Oxonian night discussing the Native American myth of how the great horned buffalo came to be.

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Monday February 3rd 
2020

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Captain Kerry Donegal and The Kraken

May 19, 2019 at 9:37 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

“And so who is Captain Kerry Donegal?” Monica Dhaliwal asked her Oxford history tutor Professor Smets.

“He was an 18th Century Irish pirate,” Professor Smets answered as his glasses steamed up over the cup of English Breakfast tea that he was having for lunch, “who actually did most of his pirating in the Caribbean Sea. I do wonder whether the writers of the Pirates of The Caribbean films did not model their character of Captain Jack Sparrow on the said Captain Kerry Donegal. He was kind of a lovable rogue. A gentleman pirate as it were who was apparently a hit with the ladies.
And not a hit with those companies whose ships he robbed. Or with the members of Britain’s Royal Navy who he managed to escape from on several occasions just before he was supposed to be hung.”

“That would make for unpopularity among Royal Naval officers,” Monica had to admit, “how did he eventually die?”.

“No one knows for sure,” Professor Smets picked up a cream cheese and cucumber sandwich, “legend has it that he was accidentally strangled by a kraken in the 1750s.”

“Accidentally strangled?” Monica had to smile.

“Yes, according to legend, this kraken was a friend of his,” Professor Smets adjusted his glasses again, “a kraken who had eaten from the Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden which is to be found in the depths of the Persian Gulf. Eating from the Tree of Life had caused the Kraken to become immortal. Anyhow according to the stories, the Kraken and Kerry had become great friends. And the Kraken it turns out was a Jacobite sympathizer having once carried Bonnie Prince Charlie over the seas to Skye. According to legend, after an evening in which this Kraken had drunken 120 barrels of rum, he mistook his friend Captain Kerry Donegal for the Duke of Cumberland aka the Butcher of Culloden who had defeated Bonnie Prince Charlie at the Battle of Culloden on April 16th 1746. So he strangled Captain Kerry Donegal thinking that it was Cumberland he was strangling. When the Kraken woke from his drunken stupor and discovered to his horror what he had done, he tried to join a Franciscan monastery in what is now California but was turned down since at that time, the Franciscan order did not accept krakens as postulants.”

“And whatever became of this Kraken?” Miss Dhaliwal asked with a huge smile on her face.

“Well, again, according to legend,” Professor Smets gazed out the window of his Oxford University office, “the Kraken and Captain Kerry Donegal had gone to see a fortune teller on the island of Haiti to get their fortunes read. No one is sure what the beautiful woman seer told Captain Donegal but she apparently told the Kraken that at a future date far into the future, a scientist would have the ability to transfer his mind into the Kraken’s body and would do so since the scientist was dying from a fatal illness. Thus the Kraken would have both a kraken mind and a human mind at some future date.”

“What about Captain Kerry Donegal?” Monica inquired, “What did he look like?”.

“Well, here’s a drawing of him,” Professor Smets showed her the drawing, “as you can see from the drawing, he looks quite a bit like Captain Jack Sparrow as portrayed by Johnny Depp.”

“He does indeed,” Monica looked at the picture.

“They say an oil painting was done of Captain Kerry Donegal as well but no one is sure what became of the painting,” Professor Smets took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief.

“So all these legends you’ve been telling me?” Miss Dhaliwal laughed, “Are you sure they’re an appropriate History lesson?”.

“It was investigating legends and myths that made the reputations of C.S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien here at Oxford,” Professor Smets smiled.

Monica looked at the clock.

Her tutorial time was over.

She stood up, smoothed her dress and thanked Professor Smets for an interesting lecture.

She walked out into the Oxford grounds and imagined a seascape of pirates and krakens with the dome of the Bodleian Library becoming the mast of a huge sailing ship.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday May 19th
2019.

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