Deigod: A Narrative Fiction

“What do you mean, Peter?” Anna asked, sounding nervous. She then filled her lungs for her next go around which I wasn’t sure was going to be all that favorable for me.

When Ellie arrived the other day it was dark and she was unable to appreciate the beautiful countryside surrounding her. However today, it was spectacular. The imposing mountains in the distance were stunning and the open fields bordered by lofty trees were delightful. Since she isn’t in any hurry to reach town, Ellie pulls over and simply sits and takes it all in. It is relaxing, drawing the tension from her.

“The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back, and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a loud long wail of disappointment and misery gave him courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The street light flickering opposite shone on a quiet deserted road.”

Donovan gazed out over the dusky ground. His green eyes darted around looking for any signs of movement. A dry hot breeze hit his rugged cheeks. It was a sensation he was used to. The desert winds were kisses he had loathed and yet, was as familiar as a lover’s embrace. Every night rolled on the same. The odd trader with their beast of burden mewling in the dark. The rank smell of cow excrement tainted the seemingly desolate air. Scrub brush swayed lazily.

Rough back scratched back against rough hands, her dark skin blending against the bark. She had never known any human able to climb as fast as she, tough feet finding foot-holes with ease. Where branches twisted into a secure hammock she rested, casting her gaze below, to the world of

Leaves crunched beneath her feet, the night sky shimmering. The crinkle of paper sounded, as she flipped the pages in her journal. The forest was beautiful, but quiet. If she did this, however, it would never be quiet again. She must do this. Her dark hair was pulled up in a lazy bun, so it could fall out any moment.

She had responded in a voice

The clouds, white and starched, lie taut against the western sky. The waves neither ebb nor flow but rather crash and churn, ceaselessly, soundlessly. The silence is shallow and breathless, punctured only by the intermittent caws of the seagulls overhead. This is where the desert hills, graceless in their fall, tumble and spill into the Pacific. Land is fringed by cliff—great slivers of rock soaring skyward and arching toward home. I sit curled into the corner of the wicker sofa with my knees tucked deep into my chest, swathed in the chill of the mid-morning air. A breeze passes across my legs, drawing heat from my skin like a sigh. Against my temples there sits a light fog, the last vestiges of sleep and dream, pressing softly from

When she finally stood next to me she stood tall with a conceited look on her face. She looked me in the eyes and said, “Listen, we need to talk.”

The impact of her lithe body against the shrubbery didn’t bother her that much, as it certainly was not her first time to attempt such an endeavour. Her dressing gown was snugged by a stray branch, causing a sizable hole to appear near the seams. The young lady’s hair was windswept with whatever breeze she had acquired due to the physical activity. Her mother remained oblivious to her escapade into the streets of Boston.

Watching the landscape whisk by, 60 mile per hour, Emilia wasn’t happy; no, she was irate. She didn’t see how moving to Middle of Nowhere, Oregon, is going to help anything. Didn’t her parents see they were tearing her away from everything she cared for? Her friends, her favorite stores, even some of her things (they’d had to downsize to be able to fit into the new house) - they weren’t even going to have internet out there! Yet, she had no say in the matter; she could only hold on for the ride. The only ray of sunshine she could find in this situation was the old cave system near their new house - Emilia had always loved geology, taking every opportunity to study whatever interesting terrain she came across. Eventually her internal ranting quieted, fading into the inky darkness of sleep.

“Why? Why would Hades invite me to be in such a horrible event? It’s Athena you want, my sister. She’s the warrior, not me.” Zeus smiled and shook his head, being the third person that day to flat out laugh in my face, and I’d about had it. I, Persephone, daughter of Kidaria and Sebastian and most passive woman on this Earth, was about to have her first mental breakdown.

I lay in bed tossing and turning as I struggled to take a breath. My pink cotton nightgown with white lace trim was soaked with urine and sweat. My bed, positioned against the wall enabled me to see out the window onto the desert landscape of my backyard. Nothing of significance grew out there but low-lying prickly pear and scrub brushes. Tumbleweeds blew haphazardly around the rocky barren landscape that stretched out over the acre of land. In the evening, I would watch the baby blue sky blaze with reddish orange clouds that never brought rain. The heat would slowly recede and a cool gentle breeze would playfully move the curtain around my window frame.

In a rapid rupture of accumulation, Avory 's senses return back to their usual demeanour, allowing the consciousness of what lays within her zone to return to me. Rigidly standing upright atop the slightly soiled ground, the backside of her whole disposition precipitously straightens up as she ventures of into the distance among with an actual destination set in mind, unlike all the other times that she has travelled off into the forests.

A crevice in her throat snatched up the “Who are you?” and her lips hung unlocked. He moved