Kronos Got Drunk – Part Four
Short Story “Seems horribly cliché,” I said. “What does?” asked Prometheus. He seemed offended. “The Greek God of time living in the most famous clock tower in the world — even I could’ve thought of...
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How Proudly She Walks
Short Fiction “You don’t exist,” she said. Prometheus frowned. “Of course I exist! I stand before you, do I not?” “The idea of you stands before me.” The God of forethought rolled his eyes....
Kronos Got Drunk – Part Six
Serial Story We didn’t go to Prague. It wasn’t for lack of trying. We were standing at the foot of Big Ben and Prometheus grabbed my arm while holding the stopwatch just as before. Instantly, everything...
