Tagged: gods

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Velvet Sky

Poem   A new moon glistened And as we listened We could hear the virgins cry The gods were baying for their blood Up in the velvet sky The goat and the bull and...

mythology fiction stories 1

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....

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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...

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Kronos Got Drunk – Part Eleven

Serial Fiction Three hours passed before Jonathan Hughes emerged from the apartment. He stumbled down the few steps on the stoop, gripping the handrail like a newborn clings to its mother. A shadow greeted...

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Kronos Got Drunk — Part Ten

Serial Fiction The titan lord of time looked at me with cold, hard eyes. “You,” he said. His voice shook the air like a thunder clap. “You are a fool. You sought power over wisdom.  You...

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Kronos Got Drunk — Part Nine

Serial Fiction They seemed to fuse into a giant ball of fur and feathers; clawing and biting and emitting deafening sounds from their maws. In the chaos, I saw the pocket watch rip from the...

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Kronos Got Drunk – Part Seven

Serial Fiction A shadow paced in an alley behind a small apartment somewhere in Canada. His guest was late. This amused the shadow more than anything else; His guest dripped irony where ever he...

mythology fiction stories 1

Kronos Got Drunk – Part Five

Serial Story “Hello, traitor.” The old man slammed the door closed. “Classic dad,” said Prometheus. He winked at me and knocked on the door a second time. “Go away,” came the voice through the door....

poem about moving on 0

Atropos Leaves Her Lover Behind

Spoken Word Wondering when she can’t do things erase The lead streaks remind One of the empty parking Lot that we went to — the hill underneath The tires matched how Still we were...