Nike’s Diary #4 – Flying Like Icarus

I came up behind her to stop her, but she cut me short. “No, Nike! This needs to be said…” blah blah blah. All I could think was calm thoughts in hope to calm the room. The both of them were talking about Heph. […]


Nike’s Diary #2 – He’s Back

“Hey all. What’s a God got to do to get a drink around here?”
“Prometheus? Is that you?” I asked.
“Hi. Yeah, it’s me, Nike.” I leaped out of my seat and ran to hug him.


Nike’s Diary #1 – The Gift

I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. Looking up, it was Mistress Moxie; she took up my hand. Leaning my head toward her, she whispered, “Don’t worry. It will be alright.” […]


Catching Fire, Part II

I was finding it harder and harder to disagree with Prometheus. Everything he was saying made sense, whereas my conversations with Father only left me with more questions. […]


Mocking Icarus, Part II

She smirks. “I thought you wanted me to keep my mouth shut.” “Oh, just spill it. You clearly have something you want to say.” “Heph left a week ago for Crete. He hasn’t come back.” […]


Catching Fire, Part I

I used to watch you run. The wolves would be after you, or the lions, or the ten thousand things my brother gave exceptional abilities to. They would chase you, and some of you would die, but the others, you kept running. […]