Write about a mischievous pixie or trickster god.
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“Samill the Trickster” by Catherine Hill
I’m not sure how long it was before I realized that the shuttle train never stopped, probably about the time it dawned on me that the people who had gotten on with me were gone. The train is supposed to run from Grand Central to Times Square, one stop, five minutes at the absolute most. But it had been… how long had it been? I don’t know, I was reading my book. I can space out pretty bad sometimes. Family lore has it that I slept right through a freak tornado that ripped off our roof. But the bluish fluorescent lights on the train flicker...
“Goddess of Chaos” by Deidra Whitt Lovegren
What better way to beat the endless boredom of immortality than watching women fight over who is the most beautiful? Eris had always found ways to amuse herself, usually sending her minions to antagonize the sons of men, but watching Athena, Aphrodite, and Hera go at it was exceptionally wicked fun. Each one of those primadonnas had egos bigger than Mount Olympus itself, and hearing them vie for Eris’ prize was sheer megalomania on parade! Their bickering over beauty was as unseemly as a pack of satyrs bragging about their vir...
“Foolish god” by Corey Melin
“This is going to be fun,” the young god said with glee as he looked at everything around him. Particularly the planet that held life. Life that was relatively intelligent, “As intelligent as the boarnogs on the other plant,” he joked with a mighty chuckle. The young god who liked to call himself, Dupatamper, practically danced to the point to shake the heavens upon seeing creation all around him. He knew life was...
“The Wrath of Aphrodite ” by Alejandra Medina
Mother doesn’t like it when you say, “Only fools fall in love.” She thinks it’s a challenge. From our home up on Mount Olympus, she keeps track of you hopeless romantics, the heartbroken pessimists, the in-between cynics terrified of finding that “special someone”—whatever that means. If there was ever an era in which Aphrodite reigned supreme, this is it right here. Every book, every film, every song is made for her and she revels in it. Sometimes, I’m mentioned too, by my Roman name: Cupid. You blame me for shooting my arrow...
“Forgotten” by Amany Sayed
You blow out the candles on your cake and blink away the smoke from your beautiful eyes. Everyone smiles. Pats you on the back. I wander closer from where I hide, somewhere besides the window. Still too far, but I can’t come any closer. It’s too dangerous. You watch the smoke curl into nonexistent shapes and they eventually disappear. The cake is vanilla. I know because it’s your favorite. Plain old vanilla. You stare at the words written in crimson frosting on the pl...
“Now Reap What I sow” by Moon Lion
Under the cover of darkness, discord approached the lively, bustling wedding, swooping into the palace. The grand golden doors leading to the wedding hall slammed open, and Eris, goddess of Discord entered, her mouth arranged in a sinister smile.The room fell silent, hushed guests turning to stare at the masked intruder.Ares smirked over his goblet, satisfied at being proven right. Poseidon grumbled, pushing gold coins into Ares' outstretched hand. To be honest, Ares pitied the couple,...
“Fools” by Ari Berri
“Do I sit here? Oh, here, alright. Yeah, I’m ready. I just answer your questions? Okay, what-Live? Oh!” The lady gave a strained smile at the god, before turning to the camera and giving a grin. Her black hair was up in a fantastic updo that swirled on top of her head. Her makeup was perfect, and she was wearing a neat white blouse and blue skirt. “Hello, and welcome back to Talking to the Forgotten! I’m yo...
“Meek Maverick ” by Rambling Beth
“Did you hear? Maverick is in charge of the pranks for tomorrow.”“Meek Maverick? You can’t be serious.”Maverick frowned as his fellow trickster gods walked past, relieved they couldn’t see him. His body was well hidden under the office table. The office was a state, as always. Stacks of paper towered to the patchwork ceiling, and there were pens everywhere, completely hiding him. Maverick had never been more grateful he worked in the department of chaos, even if his fellow tricksters viewed him as nothi...
“Wicked Delights” by Kathleen Doidge
It was the snow that froze not just the soil, but all movement and echos. The seven-year-old cooed as a midnight snowflake landed on her tongue. I on the other hand, frowned. Flurries attacking my eyes was not so much fun as an adult. People actually expected me to be able to see.I glanced down at the vibrating ball of energy, ready to remind her about those eyes I was supposed to be using.Wrong move.The kid jerked my arm to the side, making it click and sputter as it tried to remain in its socket. I hopped forward to...
“The Imperium Stone” by Sasini Athapaththu
Amelia had been looking through the window for about an hour now. The environment that had been bright and lively a moment ago had drastically changed into a gloomy and dull environment as if it was about to rain. People were hurriedly walking towards their destinations and some even had their umbrellas out as if they were expecting the downpour anytime soon. A downpour on April 1st? When the spring had just begun? Maybe...
“The Tale of Sly Hedrek” by Michael Boquet
Bricriu, king of the Kernow Fae, stood by as the door to the cairn was opened. He was accompanied by his wife Keary, Malvin his royal advisor, six members of the royal guard, and four torchbearers. Once the cairn was open, the group made their way down a long, winding staircase.Each measuring exactly six feet in height, the fairies all had elegantly quaffed hair that shone in the low light of the torch lit cairn. Each was anxious about the task before them, yet they moved gracefully down the steps. Serious expressions da...
“Throne of Mirrors” by Claire Lindsey
Beware, ye wise, the mirror-glass faeThe trickster vain and cruelHe hides ‘twixt glass and dark and dayTo seek and catch the foolSomewhere in dusk and dying light,The mirror fae lurks and waitsHis smile is bright as stars a-flightHis glass-gaze ne’er abatesTake care that ye not stare too deepOr at the mirror lingerHe there awaits new souls to reapAnd wear upon his fingersThose ringéd fingers, shadow-thinWo...
“The Death of Old-Fashioned Death” by Waverley Stark
There are some nights meant to be dark and stormy, to fit the mood of the reader and the tone of the events destined to happen. A dark and stormy night is a powerful metaphor. One can liken the personality of a particularly shifty individual to that of a rainstorm or can provide in the story an obstacle to overcome. The stereotype is overdone, the phrase is dramatized, the words used for the amusement of the write...
“Shoes” by Carrie O'Keefe
In the town of Dartmoor England lived a young shoemaker Patrick. He worked diligently on his families legacy to be the best shoemaker of all times. He had his heart set on marrying a young lass named Alane.To impress Alane he worked on making her the best shoes possible. The leather was as soft as her touch and would keep her feet warm like her personality. He found the perfect blue dye to make bows that would match her eyes. The morning came for him to present his shoes and ask her hand in marriage. When he got to his work ...
“Mr. Black Rose” by Skyler Woods
Detective Tina Monroe saw the rose sitting on the dead woman’s chest. The musky scent of the killer’s cologne fermented the air. It seemed morbid, but Tina admired how the killer painted the prostitute’s body with her own blood. The delicate rose that he laid between her bare boobs was the finishing touch.Tina could tell that the killer used a switchblade to carve into the prostitute’s torso. They were clean and precise incisions.“So what are we looking at?” Police Chief Danny White asked Tina. He kneel...
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