Tuesday Tales - Strong

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we are with the Gods of DC and the word prompt is “strong”.

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There was a thin line between reason and sheer insanity. Artemis was barely holding onto it. She was getting used to the strong stench of mildew and sulfur that surrounded her cell. The devices that discerned day from night no longer worked. Maybe these people or creatures or whatever they were intended for it to happen that way. 

All she was aware of was that if she didn’t get her power back soon and escape from this hell, she was going to lose her mind. 

She would take a few of them down with her into that deep, dark spiral. 

She sucked in a bitter breath to focus herself once again. She had to stop thinking like a goddess. She had to think like a woman. If she couldn’t will the door of her jail open, maybe there was another way. 

She squinted to search the area right outside the enclosure. There wasn’t much lying around the stone floor. A bulbous guard with flushed red skin was fast asleep on a stool, his body leaning against the wall for support. He has a string of drool hanging from the corner of his cracked lips. He smelled bad enough to overpower the mold. There was a stray breadcrumb tucked in the crack of the rocks. They weren’t going to be much help. 

Something was lying on the floor, however the room was too dark to make it out clearly. It was thin and metallic, which ruled out any vermin. 

Artemis blinked hard a couple of times then refocused. She glanced up at the guard and then back to the object with a grin. 

Did should probably do a better job hanging onto his keys. She found her means of escape. How was she going to get a hold of them and tug them to her? 

Tuesday Tales - Active

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we are with the Gods of DC and the word prompt is “active”.

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Demeter cocked her head at her little brother. Never in her wildest, active imagination did she think she could stand there and have a normal conversation with the god who stole her daughter. But here they were. “How are they doing?”

Hades shook his head. “It’s obvious that there are no motorcycles on Olympus. Ares, Freddy, Deidre and Mack are doing well. The rest, not so much.”

“Poseidon?”

“Worst of them all.”

Demeter slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. Hades chuckled as well. 

The noise of the motors stilled and the dust began to settle. Their family mulled around the machines, setting them upright and looking for wounds. They were a battered lot. The thought made Demeter’s heart sink in her chest. 

“We don’t have a lot of time,” she reminded Hades. “Who knows what is happening to Artemis. We’re not sure if she’s still alive.”

Hades shot her a side-eye. “I know, Sis. She’s alive. Thanatos is monitoring everything very carefully. He would know if she crossed the river Styx and she hasn’t.”

“Can you trust him to tell you?”

Hades scowled at her. He seemed significantly offended. “Hey now. That’s my friend you’re talking about. We run a well-oiled ship in the Underworld. We’re far more efficient than you gods up here.”

“Sorry, sorry.” She raised her hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t mean to offend.”

The sound of boots shuffling in the dirt tore their attention from each other. Poseidon was limping his way to them. His leather pants were ripped at the knee and his sunglasses lay lopsided on the top of his head. 

“Those cursed machines should be banned,” he muttered. 

“Good luck getting that past Heph,” Demeter replied. 

“I figured you wouldn’t have an issue,” Hades added. “You ride a dolphin like a champ.”

Tuesday Tales - Lights

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we are with the Gods of DC and the word prompt is “cream”.

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Demeter shook her head a little. “Sis, you didn’t make a mistake. You have held your

principles for millennia. And for all you know, there is someone out there waiting for

you.”

Hestia’s smile was sad as she nodded. “Maybe you are right. You should probably go out with the rest of the family and learn to ride one of those death machines. I’m going to go play with the babies. I think, between the two of us, I’m going to have more fun.”

“I don’t doubt that one bit.” Demeter crossed the room to give her sibling a quick hug before she hurried through the corridors of the gothic mansion to the front door.

As she stepped outside, she was greeted by clouds of dust rising to the sky. She could make out at least a dozen red lights through the plumes. There was the sound of squealing tires followed by the sound of metal hitting the ground. 

She huffed. This wasn’t going well.

She stifled a laugh as Hades stormed through the dust towards her. It didn’t matter how long he wore that get-up. He still looked ridiculous. 

“Let me guess,” Demeter addressed. “Ares just crashed.”

“You missed your husband dropping the first bike.”

Panic instinctively flooded through Demeter. Before her heart slammed in her chest, Hades raised a hand to stop her. “He’s fine. He’s a demigod, Dee. He has a scratch or two. We did have to summon Hephaestus to help us fix the wreckage. He’s sticking around to play mechanic.” The god of death gestured back to the revving engines. “I suspect he may have had something to do with Ares hitting the ground. You know how those two feel about each other.”

Demeter shrugged. “Well, maybe Ares shouldn’t sleep with other men’s wives.”

“That’s old news, Dee. Ares has been with Juliet for how long now? They have two kids.”

“That doesn’t mean Heph has let it go yet.”

“True. Very true.”