Gods vs 21st Century

Flash Fiction: Poseidon Lets It Rip

Poseidon didn’t mean to sink the island. Well, not this time. No tantrum. His date put out. Women were a

“Naughty chair, now.” “But mum —” Her mother gave her “the look”. Medusa had nothing on her mother. Maybe Perseus

“The rust bucket has to go. It’s unsightly. The talk of the town.”“But it’s got history.”“Don’t care. It makes the

“Let’s swear… when we grow up we’ll be rockstars together.”The 12-year-olds engaged in a blood oath, friends forever. For years,

The muse came home after a hard day at work. Her jaw dropped. Burgled! All the colours were stolen from

Maddy followed the hustle of the city. Her accounting firm volunteered her for a doughnut and coffee run. The job

Jill woke up in the backseat, dry-mouthed and gagged. Fog clouded her mind. Where was she? Cable ties cut into

Hades hated Christmas, Yule, Hanukkah, Winter — whatever mortals call the holiday nowadays. For him, it was torture season. The

The ferryman paused at his girlfriend’s kitchen table. His eternal lamps burned, waiting for him. At least they never went

“How can anyone be inspired by this mess?” Said one muse to another. “It’s called organised chaos.” “But it’s not

Aphrodite, the goddess of love, sighed and sipped wine from her crystal glass. “Alexa, pause the tv.” The theatre room’s

Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite met up for brunch. The goddesses reminisced over the good old days when the gods reined