prose
prose
short stories
The myth goes that one day, Zeus woke up with what was likely the world’s first migraine. His skull hurt so violently that he begged Hephaestus, the blacksmith god, to do something about it. So Hephaestus picked up his axe and split Zeus’s forehead wide open.
Out sprang Athena!
Now all this to say that I too get bad migraines here and there. And while, very unfortunately, I've never given birth to the goddess of wisdom, I will occasionally produce ideas that sort of feel like they spring from my head, ready for battle, helmet and all.
Then I turn them into stories. Some right here.
heart break ballad
you know how it goes. hearts get broken, poems get written. this is one.