A Girl And A Ghost
Short Story “Are you a ghost?” she asked. I laughed. “Not exactly,” I said. “Do I look like a ghost?” “A little,” she said. “You’re shiny blue. Ghosts always look shiny blue.” I cocked...
Author: Isaac Golle
Kronos Got Drunk – Part Four
Short Story “Seems horribly cliché,” I said. “What does?” asked Prometheus. He seemed offended. “The Greek God of time living in the most famous clock tower in the world — even I could’ve thought of...
An Easter Reflection
Hunt me, terrible abyssEat my flesh and drink my bloodThwart me, great PrometheusTear me limb from limb Chase me, AphroditeAccost me, Thor of RagnarokDeal with me not lightlyO deities, grim I have seen what...
How Proudly She Walks
Short Fiction “You don’t exist,” she said. Prometheus frowned. “Of course I exist! I stand before you, do I not?” “The idea of you stands before me.” The God of forethought rolled his eyes....
Kronos got Drunk – Part Twelve (Finale)
Serial Fiction I watched with mouth agape as the Olympians descended into Elysium. They were dressed in magnificent robes and armors, carrying shimmering spears and swords and shields. Hermes, Artemis, Athena, Apollo — all...
