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We stood in the corridor, the boy and I. Belligerent eyes stared back at me. The beautiful, grey irises sparkled like daggered windchimes, twisting metal in the sun. The world was his oyster and I wanted to marinate it in a sea of bitter brine. "Strip. Now," I told him. Steely. Menacing. I was in control. "Fuck off." There was a sneer in that reply, but I sensed fear as well. He avoided my gaze. "I said. Strip." I crowded him into a corner. He had no room for escape. Eyelids, usually half-shuttered like a lazy Sunday morning and decorated liberally with kohl, were lined with something else altogether. Anger. Pure and unadulterated. "Ma

Cast of Characters Maya: A scientist in her late 20s. About 8 months pregnant. Selena: A pottery craftswoman in her early 30s. Scene A lush private garden with a patio set. Time Approximately 2,000 years in the future. Setting   A lush private garden. We see a patio set with two chairs, one on either side of a table. A shiny laptop sits on the table. There are a few clay pots gathered near one of the chairs. Toward the back of the stage, there is a wood-fenced enclosure. At rise: MAYA sits on a chair, peering into the laptop. She pats her pregnant belly self-consciously. SELENA sits on the chair near the pottery. She is reading a le

The following are articles from The Winged Herald, the leading news source from Mount Olympus and the Elysian Fields. Colourful, greener OS from Mount'O Mt. Olympus, March 21 – Today, the Mount'O Gods release their Spring '09 operating system, boasting a more colourful and environmentally friendly interface compared to previous efforts. "We promise a spectacular spring season this year," said Zeus, Mount'O Group chief executive officer and leader of the Greek Pantheon, at a press conference after the launch. "The highlight would be a flower show geared to begin in late May. We guarantee riotous colours and pollen allergies. Get your

The day had barely begun, and Chancy was already bored. He lay on his rotund belly, arms dangling out of his tree hole, sighing in deep doldrums. "A kingdom for an adventure," he said, and then chattered nervously. "Tis not my kingdom, but I'm sure I can find one. I'm good at that." He hiccoughed and tumbled into his nest. To an untrained observer, it would seem that Chancy was drunk. But creatures of his sort tend to get more squirrelly on alcohol, and then fall asleep. No, Chancy was merely an over-achieving squirrel with a knack for talking. And talk he did. "A kingdom for a damsel in distress," said Chancy, whispering between his perfe

It was early in the morning of the first day of April when Hermes came upon his father lying in fitful slumber beneath an old oak tree. The youthful God had been sauntering along the meadows of Mount Olympus, footloose and fancy-free, when his keen eyes caught a golden glimmer beneath the tree. Silent as the thief he was, Hermes snuck closer, willing his winged sandals to stop their usual flapping, hoping to find abandoned or lost treasures. Upon reaching the shadow of the tree, he saw instead that the golden glimmer was Zeus' spectacular toga made from rays of sunshine, a gift from Hermes' elder half-brother, Apollo. "Oh, it's only you, Da