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Monday, November 19, 2018

M³ Zeus's Job


            So, now that Zeus has established that he will no longer be a tyrant, what, exactly, does he do as king?
            Pause for jokes about who Zeus does.
            You got it out of your system, yet?
            Okay, I’ll wait.

Friday, November 16, 2018

F³ Birthday Wish


            It’s my birthday, not Matt’s (which is in April), but I feel like writing this.

            The phone rang entirely too loudly and too early in the morning. I fumbled in the dark for the phone, finally pulling the cordless receiver to my ear.
            “What?” I growled.
            “Happy Birthday, Uncle Matt!” came an enthusiastic, teenage girl’s yell from the other end.
            I pushed the receiver away, trying futilely to muffle it.

Monday, November 12, 2018

M³ Zeus The Playa


            It goes without saying, but Zeus has slept around many, many, many, many times. I’m sure many a psychologist has thought about replacing the term hypersexual with just a picture of Zeus. He is responsible for siring anywhere between 1/4 to 1/3 of the Greek gods. It’s just insane how many times he has slept with goddesses other than his wife.

Friday, November 9, 2018

F³ Corrupting Youth


            Mikey had the brim of the fedora pushed up as he buckled in, which made me want to cringe. Every movie that showed someone wearing a fedora like that was a doofus, a dork, a moron, so I had to coach him.
            “Not bad, but the best way is to bring it down in front, and then you tilt it a little on one side, kind of covering one eye. Makes you mysterious.”
            “Like a pirate?”
            “Sure, a little like a pirate. And you just act cool.”

Monday, November 5, 2018

M³ Zeus Supreme Dicktator


            So Zeus is established as head of Olympus. But, y’know, he’s not really a nice guy. In fact, he insists on his way or retribution by thunderbolt. He also gets a free pass. He sleeps around with whomever (and whatever) he wants and mistreats everyone. It’s so bad that Hera forms a conspiracy with some of the other gods. They tie Zeus up, and are ready to depose him, to toss him in with the titans for all eternity.

Friday, November 2, 2018

F³ WIP Bureaucracy of Reinforcements


            I checked my phone, then sent a quick text to Collins, shielding the phone against my body so the light didn’t give us away. ‘Where are you guys?’
            ‘Can’t get authorization for full task force. Only a few officers. No SWAT. What’s it look like?’
            Instead of answering, I used my phone to take a video. It was far away, but I didn’t dare rely on the digital zoom, and I had left my good camera in my car back at Nikki’s. I hadn’t thought to need it since Collins was supposed to be here.

Monday, October 29, 2018

M³ Blushing Bride


            Previously on Zeus, Rise of the Storm King (What? I have poetic license.) Zeus took down his dad Cronus and cut his siblings free of dad’s stomach, and, um, raped his mother. Now that he’s free he needs to consolidate his power, and one of the best ways to do that is to marry. For his bride he chooses his sister Hera. But, well, she’s not exactly willing to marry him. Might be that whole thing where Zeus raped his mother Rhea that put her off, or maybe because the whole reason Rhea forbid him to marry was that he would be a womanizer who would perpetually cheat on any wife.

Friday, October 26, 2018

F³ WIP Too Much Feeling


            The catwalk allowed us a vantage point that wasn’t available, otherwise. We crept up until we could look down over a wide spot in the production line—I thought that this was a fish-packing plant. Below were two groups of people, one decidedly larger than the other, one decidedly less human than the other. The greenish-white lights were hovering orbs of green-white fire that bobbed slightly near the inhuman part of the group. The lights allowed me to easily pick out the tall, gaunt, and thoroughly ordinary-looking Mr. Daniels, the wight, where he stood next to an open carry-on. But instead of a normal interior, this had been decked out for jewelery. Specifically, the pendants. I didn’t recognize the young man in front of him, but he held open a zip-topped bag with at least a dozen more pendants in it.

Monday, October 22, 2018

M³ Zeus's Mommy Issues


            Okay, I need to warn about this one. It gets bad, way, way fast. As in sexually bad. As in rape. It’s a Greek myth, so well, that’s something you have to get used to seeing in their stories.

Friday, October 19, 2018

F³ Realization


            By the time Natalie and Kate coasted down on their cloudboards, Moron had vomited twice and fainted. He was out pretty deep, too, as zapping him didn’t wake him up. I entertained myself by flicking pebbles at him from my perch on an old log.
            “Well?” Kate asked.
            I shrugged. “I got nothing. He is in some deep denial.”