She was home on the mount, sprawled on her couch watching some cheesy mortal 80s movie and eating popcorn when she felt it. Standing she headed to her large front window and peered down at the temples above which her home hovered. There was no sign of them yet, but she knew without a doubt they would be back and soon ( Read more... )

High up in the clouds that surround Mt Olympus, an old fashioned Doric Greek style temple laid upon pink clouds that seemed to travel the Olympian sky when one viewed them from below ( Read more... )

It was another typically boring day for Iris being the federal governments stamp pusher. Again she was behind the counter, sorting mail, filling out forms, and attending to patrons when out of nowhere she suddenly wished she had drove the truck today. That way she could have had all mail delivered in the wag of a dog's tail and then investigated ( Read more... )

I'm disappointed, maybe even mad.

I haven't ran any special deliveries at the speed of light, for TPTB lately. Is it possible that my services have been outdated with the invention of email ( Read more... )

Outside of Bubba's Chicken and Waffle House, a woman in a beige pencil skirt and wearing just below knee cut boots with a matching belted wrap jacket, swings around the corner.

Bells are heard as she enters through the door. Immediately the heads of the mass majority of patrons whose rigs were parked outside turn. She pauses, sweeps the place ( Read more... )

In a small town post office a few hours outside of the capital of a vastly rural southern state, Iris looked at the clock hanging high on the wall, watching the minute hand tick tock down to the hour. At the stroke of five her day would be done here and she couldn't wait.Ahhhh! I could scream! Or at least pull all my hair out, which is a good ( Read more... )