The End of the Gods

af05c2ad-3af7-4402-8d53-75591e6f3a1bThere was a time, many, many years ago, when the inhabitants of the land believed that there were a great number of gods and goddesses. These gods had control over many different aspects of life on earth. In many ways they were very human. They could be kind or mean, angry or pleasant, cruel or loving. They fell in love with each other, argued with each other, and even stole from each other.

Zeus was king of the gods. He had won the draw and became the supreme ruler of all of the lesser gods. He, himself, was the god of the sky, rain, and thunder and he lived high atop Mount Olympus. His weapon was a thunderbolt, which he hurled at those who displeased him. He ruled over both man and the gods. He was worshipped and idolized.

But time marches on and even the all powerful Zeus could not stop the winds of change. Humans began to question the whole idea of many gods who possessed both supernatural and human attributes. They sought to simplify their beliefs by embracing a single, supernatural deity, one that was omnipresent, omnipotent, and omniscient. One that was free of human traits and frailties, who was apart from and above the fray.

Zeus and all of his lesser gods were ignobly cast aside, as the people flocked to the one God, invisible, unknown, and unknowable. Zeus and his gods became lost in time and in place, no longer held in esteem, no longer worshipped, no longer feared. And worst of all, no longer seen.

Banished into the wilderness and unrecognizable to their former human subjects, the gods appeared to be ancient giant redwoods, wide and flowing rivers, vast deserts, and majestic mountains.

Zeus, himself, was banished to a frozen wasteland, and to those who braved the wintry elements and hiked near him, they could only see a huge, craggy mountain, unable to discern the frozen tears and the true visage of the once great and powerful king of the gods.

Written for Diana’s, at Myth in the Mirror, January’s Writing Prompt, part of her Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.

Weekend Writing Prompt — Another Brick in the Wall

60c94531-4cb2-456f-bccf-da43004c146dParents on one side, children on the other. A wall with no gap in between.

Will the thawing of the hard, evil hearts who support this inhumanity ever be seen?

The president is digging in his heels on his wall and doubling down.

While he gleefully puts hundreds of thousands out of work in his government shutdown.

Lady Liberty must surely be crying.

The foundations upon which our great country was founded are dying.

Yet Trump’s political cronies are providing cover and protection.

What voters must do is voice our rejection.

(Exactly 91 words)

40710f6b-665c-4a76-b0ba-105aa364fcaeWritten for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “foundations” in exactly 91 words. Also for these one-word prompts: Nova’s Daily Random Word (children), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (wall), Daily Addictions (gap), and Word of the Day Challenge (thawing).

SoCS/JusJoJan — Someone Else’s Problem

b4935a5e-c633-4171-b83b-0bc9891df772“Hey Mick, wassup?” the bartender asked after Mick walked up and took a seat at the bar. “Your usual?”

“Yeah, Danny, and make it quick,” Mick replied. “I had a really shitty day.”

Danny went to the tap and drew a large draught for Mick, turned around and placed it on the bar in front of his customer. Mick picked up the tall glass, took one sip, and the glass slipped from his hand and spilled the beer all over the bar in front of him. “Oh jeez, Danny, I’m so sorry, man. I’m such a sap,” Mick said.

“No problem, Mick,” Danny said, reaching for a towel so he could sop up the mess. Once he’d cleaned it up, Danny drew another draught for Mick. “So what made your day so bad, Mick?” he asked.

“Becky decided to dump me and go back with her former beau,” Mick said.

“Oh, man, Mick,” Danny said. “That sucks.”

“Yeah, well this has been building up since late Septemper, but as far as I’m concerned, that bitch is now SEP,” Mick said.

“SEP?” Danny said. “What’s that mean?”

“It means that to me she’s now someone else’s problem,” Mick said, chugging down the rest of his beer, after which he let go of a long, loud belch.

Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. We are supposed to use the words “sap/sep/sip/sop/sup,” or words that contain them, in our post.

FOWC with Fandango — Wall

FOWCWelcome to January 5, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “wall.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.