Gods Are People, Too

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If the Greek Gods had Facebook, I bet nobody would beat Demeter at Farmville.

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“So is this what’s become of the face that launched...

Sat, 02 Jul 2011 23:21:24 -0400

“So is this what’s become of the face that launched a thousand ships?”

“And all these missed calls are from boys at your...

Sat, 02 Jul 2011 23:04:00 -0400

“And all these missed calls are from boys at your school?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl.”

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“Do you think about...

Fri, 01 Jul 2011 23:25:00 -0400

“Do you think about her?”
“Who?”

“Mum.”

“What do you mean, do I think about her, of course I do. I’m brought back to her memory every single time I have to spell my whole name.”

“Do you think she’s fine, wherever she is? I mean, knowing she didn’t stay with us here. All out there in the big bad world, under the same sky as us but either of us never knowing where she’s at now.”

“Of course she is. Of all people. She had to give birth to us, didn’t she?”

I put a spell on you Because you’re mine You better stop...

Sat, 18 Jun 2011 08:30:01 -0400

I put a spell on you
Because you’re mine
You better stop the things you do
No, I ain’t lyin… no, I ain’t lyin’.

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Sat, 18 Jun 2011 06:18:34 -0400

“Where are you, anyway?” Hugh asked, hearing the...

Sat, 18 Jun 2011 03:17:00 -0400

“Where are you, anyway?” Hugh asked, hearing the static on the other end as his brother’s husky voice brushed the receiver. “No, let me guess. France, some red-light district, pulling down trousers and unhooking unmentionables, because that’s really all you ever do, isn’t it?”

Wil chuckled at the statement, and counteracted Hugh’s intention to sound as harsh as possible. “Wow, okay. Well, at least I’m aware of how it’ll play out instead of ending up with a great big freaking mess.”

Touché, thought Hugh. “…I thought I could.”

“That’s right, you thought,” he presses, like a grade-A jerk-off. “If you didn’t want to hear how I would’ve done it you might as well have called Dante, seeing as he’s much better with all this… true love, and whatnot.”

“Yes, but he’s somewhere in Southeast Asia with his boyfriend, remember? Not even Angela could reach him.” It was common knowledge that out of all of Belle’s boys he was the one who took his sabbaticals most seriously; and he took them often.

“Get out of there, boy,” Wil said. “Before that poor girl-child’s wretched pumper’s ripped to pieces.”

“But I don’t know if I do.”

Wil laughed again, that annoying, conceited chortle that made Hugh want to punch his own brother in the face sometimes. “Oh, you do, high-horse. I may be all skin and blood but when it comes to these matters, mama’s taught me well.

“And, by the way, if you were going to promise me that you wouldn’t be the one to break her heart, hell hath no fury like a Belle dela Fosse.”

There was rustling, and then a groan that wasn’t Wil’s. “Gotta go, chief,” he continued, in a lower voice. “Hope all goes well with you and the ‘broad… pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle!” And then, the click of the phonecall meeting its end.

Hugh threw the mobile on to his pillow before falling onto the bed, exhausted with everything.

Introducing Ed Westwick as Wilbert “Wil” dela Fosse/Himeros; this was a short I conceived for the Aim, Shoot, Fall arc. Also, more sibling love.

A Sunday smile, we wore it for a while.And at cemetery mile we...

Fri, 17 Jun 2011 22:50:00 -0400

A Sunday smile, we wore it for a while.
And at cemetery mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile, we wore it for a while.
And at cemetery mile we paused and sang
‘bout Sunday smiles as we felt clean.

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