 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! I am done with Death Do Us Part and it is set for release July 23rd. Yay!! So we are taking a quick stop with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “hardly”. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Fighting in the old veteran’s hall beat the arena they were in before. Here they were safe. The vampires and other creatures that wanted them dead hadn’t discovered them yet. Those that did never managed to make their way home. Harry, the organizer of the fights, never questioned why the Hallows wanted to switch the occasional bulb in the lighting rig with an ultraviolet one. He bought their story that it illuminated the cage that much better.
It was probably for the best he didn’t. None of them were prepared to tell them who they were or what he was dealing with. They hardly believed it most of the time themselves. They stopped at the curtain and waited for Ezekiel to be announced. Tonight he was in the blue corner. He smiled to himself. He liked that. The Hallows typically found themselves in the red corner. It felt like they were the bad guys there. And, out of the seven brothers, he would be the last considered as the bad guy. He was accused of being the family goodball instead. He’d be far more goofy if he could get some sleep. A upbeat rap song blasted through the hall enough to shake the rafters overhead. Ezekiel bounced off the ball of his foot and stormed to the chain link cage in the middle of the crowd. He didn’t have to look if Josiah and Micah were behind them. They always had his back. He popped the mouthguard between his teeth at the official’s command then raised his arms for the pat down. Once the official was satisfied, he turned to Josiah. The oldest Hallow rubbed petroleum jelly over his face as he barked out commands. Ezekiel gave each of his brothers a hug before ascending the steel steps into the cage. He squinted through the hot lights as the music changed to a twangy country western song. He strained to watch the fighter approach with his team. He had heard of the guy before but never met him. And maybe he fanboyed over the dude. He had his shit together tonight. It was one thing to admire him from afar. He wasn’t going to get his ass kicked by him though. Ezekiel hopped from one foot to the other as he waited for his opponent to go through the same rituals he did. Once the fighter was in the steel structure with him, the door was closed. The announcer strode to the center of the mat. “Now for your main event, a fight for the Featherweight belt. In the blue corner from Northern Minnesota, Ezekiel Hallow. And in the red corner, from Des Moines, Iowa, Cael Dawson.” “He’s a wrestler,” Micah warned through the chain link over the crowd. “And you deducted that by his blond hair and pearly whites?” Josiah countered. “Cael. Iowa. Call it an educated guess.”
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s is a Picture Prompt. We are back with the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Athena sucked in a deep breath as she scanned the area around her. Cracks parted the marble tiles at her feet and little green shoots of grass pierced through the fissures. Statues of figures long departed from this place were crumbling to pieces in big chunks. Large black squares etched into the floor was evidence of objects that were once there. The place was silent. Not one living soul was there except for her and Juliet.
A smile crept on her lips. In a way, it was good to be home. She turned a bit to glance at Juliet. The nymph stared at her surroundings with wide, dark eyes. “You okay over there?” Athena asked. “Still can’t get over this place,” Juliet muttered back. Athena laughed to herself as she looked around. This was the Pantheon, the real honest to fuck Pantheon. This was no replica. She had been to the one in Nashville with Artemis when they attempted a girls road trip. It was close and she was flattered by the ginormous statue of herself. But in the end, the most memorable parts of the trip was getting plastered in the downtown bars with Dionysus. Had the gods really fallen that far? She shook the thought from her mind then did the mental math out loud to herself. “I was there. Ares was there. Three over was Dad so.” She pointed to a darkened hallway as she called out to Juliet. “We need to go that way.” “Okay,” Juliet replied as she stared hesitantly down the hall. “Are you sure? There are a lot of hallways here.” “I remember where my throne used to be. And notice how that dark spot is slightly bigger than the others? Dad’s seat was bigger than ours.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is "flowers”.. This week we are catching up with Hades in the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Demeter slipped from the sunroom into the dark corridor of Hestia’s misplaced castle. She glanced around at the ancient tapestries embroidered with flowers that hung on the rock walls. She was the first and only god or goddess Hestia invited to see the place when it was planted in the middle of the Maine forests. Demeter did question her sister whether it was prudent to pluck a castle out of Europe and plant it in the United States. Hestia assured her that no one would miss it.
Up to this point, Hestia was right. Nobody did. Demeter rubbed her rounded belly as she sighed. Why had she gotten up again? Pregnancy brain struck her like the plague. She frowned as she drew lazy circles on the fabric of her shirt. Until she remembered, she might as well find some thing to eat. Her eyes widened as the large, wooden front door opened. It took either pure power or a lot of muscle to move the thing. It was one of those massive doors in the medieval movies or story books. Whoever it was opening it meant only one thing if they could budge it. They were a threat. She lifted her hand in defense not that she had to. She was a goddess. She could think it and it would happen. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open a little as she met her husband’s dark eyed gaze. He seemed just as stunned to see her. The dark circles didn’t match the sudden playful glimmer she loved so much. Demeter swallowed hard as they froze in place staring at each other. Freddy was supposed to be in the Underworld right now, not here. He had too many duties for a casual visit. This very well could be an imposter impersonating the man she loved. She sucked in a breath as he rushed to her. A moment later all her fears fled as he enveloped her lips with his. His kiss was hard and desperate like his life depended on it. She clung to him as she struggled to return it. She knew that feel, that taste. She would until the end of time. He pressed his forehead against hers as they broke apart then gathered her in his arms. They held each other tight. “Fred,” she whispered as she gazed into his eyes. “Hey,” he replied just as soft. “What are you doing here?” “I have an update and it’s a big one.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is "rancid”. This week we are catching up with Hades in the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Another napkin laid on the cold stone floor. Hades bit back a growl as he bent down and scooped it up. It was the third one that night that ended up on the dirty ground. There were probably more in its wake along with various pieces of cutlery.
He shuffled back to the hovel that served as a kitchen to retrieve another. The strong, rancid scent of decomposing fat hit him like a brick wall. It did every time he stepped in here. What sucked was that the two thin blankets next to the stove doubled as his bed. This stinking, molding room was home now. He took a last careful step to the pantry to dispose of the napkin in his hand and pluck a new one. If he didn’t, the collar on his neck would choke him back. He was sure his father set it up like that to make him suffer. This ritual of fine dining had to be a new thing for Cronus and Rhea. The poor excuse for linens had at least an inch of dust on them when he was ordered to use them the first time. He hurried back to the table to place the napkin in its spot. He spat out a string of curses when he made it back into what served as their dining room. He was right. Three forks and a spoon not waited for him on the floor where the cloth had been. His father’s shitty little creatures knocked them off the table. He was certain Cronus trained them to. At least he had some room to move around now. For the first few days, he was never further than an arm’s length from Cronus. He slept on the floor next to the Titan’s bed like a dog. He was close enough to be slapped, punched and kicked by his father. There was more than one night he went to bed coughing up splatters of blood. If he would have been mortal he would have been dead by now. As an immortal he just suffered. Guess his Dad was still bitter over being sliced open so he and his siblings could escape then being banished to Tartarus. Cronus finally relented when Rhea issued an ultimatum to let Hades go. Not that Mom could go anywhere really. She was just as exiled as Cronus. Cronus gave him space but the beatings still came. Now Hades was no more than a tormented household slave. It was his eternal punishment. The once all-powerful, feared king of the dead was now a slave chained to his masters. Zeus would love to see him now if he had the balls to come down here. However, nothing here hurt as much as losing Persephone. He tried to forget her but she was everywhere, in the random and few things of beauty in this hell. She lived in his dreams both awake and asleep. He ached to hold her. |
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