From the gods.

Before the beginning, the universe ended, everything from before was gone removed from time and space forever.  All that remained were the gods.
Before the beginning, countless gods floated through a timeless spaceless void debating the inevitable course of action.
Before the beginning an infinite number of gods gave up their lives, becoming the purest magic. The last gods took this power and began.
In the beginning, the universe was crafted by the gods and from the gods.  The magic of creation was all but expended in this singularly momentous occasion. There was, however, a tiny spark of magic remained, the last remnant of the last god.  This spark was given to the first life, it gave that first life the needed edge to thrive.  When that life died it passed to a new life form, gaining power from the life that first creature had lived.  The spark moved from life to life, growing and guiding the lives it passed through.
Some Billions of years after the beginning, the spark found itself in the first intelligent life that the universe knew.  It moved among this intelligent species, from life to life growing in power.  By this time it was clear that the entity bearing the spark had great power, the force of the world bent to the spark-bearer's will.  This species continued to grow, guided and driven by the spark-bearer, who was always seen as a harbringer of progress and hope.  This species one day took to the stars and built a great empire, all under the banner of the spark-bearer.  The spark-bearer prevented countless cosmic events that could destroy life, and guided the expansion of civilization into the furthest corners of the universe.
2 Trillion years after the beginning the spark had grown to an alarming level of power, and had acquired consciousness of its own.  Scientists realized that if the current spark-bearer died, his life subsumed into the spark would cause it to reach critical mass.  The spark would annihilate the universe and craft from itself a new, 'better' reality.  There was a schism in the empire, many wished to devote the power of science to preventing the spark-bearer's death.  Others however, worshiping this spark of god-stuff  believed that this annihilation of reality was the ultimate progress, the last step into a promised utopia.

From here anything could happen.
I have made the world, a tiny seed.
But it could grow, into
A Fistful of Stories, and a Few Stories More.

This is the beginning,

Let's begin this whole story-fist thing with a short narrative tale.
Some years ago I decided to start a web-comic. I soon realized that I had a hard time crafting dialogue, and also couldn't really draw. So I thought about enlisting the aid of someone else to draw, but that didn't really work either, It turns out that I'm bad at working with others and working to deadlines. So I decided to jump on the internet fun machine by starting my own blog. I wanted to be one of those internet funny types, and I used some of my naturally absurd and surreal humor. It didn't translate as well as I might have hoped, and due to my failure to post regularly and my dejection when it went unread, it never gained a following. Honestly, this was probably a result of it's hodgepodge character, I filled it with failed artistic endeavors, shoddy attempts at humor, and towards what may be the end, with reviews of the various things I did in my life.  It was not anything clever or original, and it was never posted on with enough frequency to become the sort of blog someone would care about.  Someday soon it may again become the target of posting but for now it is dead.  But I will not morn my dead creation, for in declaring it dead, I have found new purpose.  I have begun a separate blog, with a specific purpose unto itself.  A blog that contains will contain the stories I spin, and the worlds I weave.  Sometimes I will tell a full story, others I will construct a world perhaps a simple framework, perhaps a detailed cosmos.  Sometimes those worlds and settings will be revisited, and a story written in them, or sometimes those stories will be left as an exercise for the reader.  Unlike previous endeavors, this blog will receive updates on a regular basis, I cannot promise more frequency than weekly, but weekly updates are in the works.  Perhaps they will increase in frequency, perhaps my other blog will be revived.  This time, however, I will keep up a schedule.

And a few stories more.