A Southern Sunday

Here in this home we make sweet tay, tend the chickens, and cook some breakfast first thang.

We make sure the beer is replenished for this hot humid day. The men will be askin for it to be cold by noon.

The sun takes up the dew and some of the bayous and swamps. The gators and turtles are restin on logs.

We set the fans high and close our doors. We have till three to put up the skeeto nets.

At noon the TV’s on football. The kind you play here, not over seas. Beer is cracked open.

Everyone arrives who will be eatin. The husbands fix up the grill and complain about the charcoal. Now they’re off on some conspiracies.

The wives prepare the banes and slice the taters for fries. They cut up the tomatoes and salads. They talk about their silly husbands.

The husbands cook the burgers and boudin. Everyone grabs a plate and fills it up.

Grandma arrives jist in time for the food like she always does. She’s brought pie! The good kind too.

We pray and then we feast in front of the game. The men are way more into it than the wives (they’re rating butts and cheering along with the men).

When the game is over everyone is engaged with one another. Beer cans are stackin up from everyone. The pie has been eaten.

The dog wonders in. From the win, the men are so animated. The wives are happy. The boys are showing off to the girls, who giggle at they’re effort to play like the professionals.

Grandma leaves. Kissing the grands and saying farewell to their friends. The littlest begs to stay with her. Momma says yes.

We put up the skeeto nets so we can sit outside and watch the kids play with each other and the dog in the yard. All of them conveniently forgot their shoes again.

The men discuss politics, the women gossip, catching each other up on the latest gossip.

The sun goes down, more burgers are made. The adults are a little tipsy. The kids laugh at their parents’.

Everyone settles in. The little ones fall asleep with the dog. The older kids with sneak beers and get tipsy and no one notices.

The adults who can leave do. The ones who have to stay do. And the kids fall asleep together in a couple of beds. They know better. The girls are in one room, boys in another.

The house gets quiet. We all sleep.

My Favorite Greek God

Hades. My favorite Greek god is Hades.

Why?

Because I’ve read about him. And I like his story. And it probably helps that I’ve maybe even read some romances about him and Persephone.

I like them.

Here are some good mythology books that I LOVE OMG. In order because YES THAT MATTERS.

The Covenant series by Jenifer Armentrout.
The Goddess Test series by Aimee Carter
Into the Dark by Bree Despain

Yeah…I never read the Percy Jackson books. Don’t be a hater. I was just too old by the time I got done being a fan of Harry Potter. And yeah…Only one of those books is Hades and Persephone based. But if you haven’t read the Covenant series…listen….READ IT. It’s good. Great. Armentrout can write. You should read all her books supernatural books. OK BYE

Elemental Writing Challenge

Persephone entered the underworld with Hades by her side. She expected brimstone and fire, but was met instead with rolling green hills and a sky as blue as a clear spring morning. They were standing next to a trickling river that was picking up depth downstream. Beyond the hills was a mountain range, one of the peaks towering in the sky above all the others.

“Elysian Fields,” Persephone says in awe, squeezing Hades’ hand.

He looks down at her, pleased to see her fearful expression from before had finally vanished. He nods, then points at the tallest peak, “That one is ours.”

“Where’s the firey bits?” She asks him.

He laughs. He doesn’t want to talk about that part yet, not while that beautiful smile is plastered all over her face.

(Writing a Story: I don’t have a title but here is part 1?)

Before Mary walked out the door to catch the school bus, she clenched her neck. Her necklace was up stairs in her bathroom where she had taken it off to shower. She felt her blood rush and fear taking over her body. She rushed upstairs and grabbed her azurite flower necklace. How could she let herself get so close to forgetting the one thing that protects her friends from her?

At a young age, Mary discovered that she is cursed to become a monster at any moment if she is not careful. She has fangs and claws, hidden inside her flesh. She will keep it that way. Hiding it away means keeping the monster chained. Keeping everyone safe. The necklace keeps the monster at bay without her having to focus on doing it herself.

This is not the only secret Mary has. And the azurite flower does more than keeping her monster at bay.

A little over a week ago, Mary found the beautiful blue stone wrapped in a silver casing, chained with silver, in the woods behind her house. She was on her way to her favorite spot by the stream to read a not so monstrous book. The necklace had been placed perfectly on a big, funny looking, rock (that Mary must have overlooked a million times because she swore she had never seen it before), set in a way that would make one think it was being displayed in a shop window.

She was almost quick to grab it, but before her hands touched the stone, she pulled back. What if it belonged to a neighbor? They would come back for a necklace like this once they realized it was left behind. But why would a neighbor be in her part of the woods? She shrugged to herself and carried on to the stream that separated the woods from a field of tall grass that bloomed daisies in the early summer, and she began reading.

Everyday on her way to her spot by the stream, she would see the stone necklace, unchanging, as she walked by that funny looking rock, always stopping to examine its veins, being careful not to let her long and dull brown hair disturb it when she peered at it from above. No one ever came for it. When a week passed, Mary finally took claim to the beautiful blue stone necklace with the silver chain.

She hurried inside and ran up the stairs to her bathroom. She admired the way the color of the stone complimented her eyes as she put it on. When she fastened the silver chain behind her neck, she felt an immediate warmth grow through her. She felt the monster that tugged at her thoughts fade away into oblivion. She clutched the stone and found it warm. She pulled it closer to her face to examine the now strange thing.

The stone shone suddenly and made Mary blink, dropping the stone. She gazed into the mirror at the shining blue light. A ball of light pulled out of it. Mary dropped the stone and backed into the wall, never letting her eyes leave the small orb. It only hovered. Curious, Mary moved closer whispering “What in the hell?”

She went to poke it. But before she could, it touched her finger instead. Its warm touch did not keep Mary from screaming and hitting the floor.

“I’m not a bomb,” said a voice coming from the orb. It sounded all over the place. Like an echo in her head. “I’m here to help.”

Mary was wide eyed now. She looked up. That mouthless floating light thing just spoke to her!

“Ok,” she squeaked.

The orb gently floated down to her. “My name is Adohi.”

“Ok.”

“I am of the Nunnehi. I’m here to protect you.”

At school, Mrs. Williams, Mary’s English teacher, passed out a copy of the same book to each student. On the cover is a big hairy monster howling at the moon. Before Mary can even read the title, she flips the book over to stare at the words inside a full moon where other authors have been quoted for their praise on this book.

“All of you are required to read this book by Halloween.” Mrs Williams began in a standard teacher’s tone. “That’s two weeks from now. I agree that it is unfortunate that Halloween is on a Wednesday this year, so this should be a fun read to keep your spirits up. On Halloween, you will have an open discussion about the book.”

The class made a disappointed sound. Collin said, “Can’t we just eat candy and watch the movie instead?”

“Maybe if all of you are good enough throughout the next couple of weeks, we can bring snacks and watch the movie,” Mrs. Williams said.

There was a happy murmur among Mary’s classmates. Except for Mary. She thinks about how she will cope with the upcoming holiday and all the monsters being shoved in her face. Real and fake.

At lunch, Mary’s best friend, Kenzie, plops down beside her. Both of them bring their own lunches out of disgust of the school food. “How goes the day?” Kenzie asks.

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Mary replies.

“Did Mrs. Williams give your class “Werewolf in Paris?”

Mary cocked her head at her friend.

Kenzie cocks her head in the same direction as Mary as to mimic her and squints her eyes at Mary as if she cannot believe she exists. “The book? For Halloween?”

“Oh!” Mary sat upright. “Yeah, yeah…I haven’t even looked at it. Sorry.”

“Haven’t you seen the movie?” Kenzie asks with her head still cocked.

“I don’t watch…,” she hesitates before saying the word monster. She swallows, “those kinds of movies. Remember?”

“Ugh! It’s a classic! Maybe you should turn over a new leaf. They really aren’t that bad. Especially this one.”

Mary shrugs and picks at her food.

“You look like you are way to deep in thought.”

Mary looks at her and smiles, “You might be right.”

Kenzie did not know it, but she had a point. If Kenzie is going to do what she has to do now, she will need to understand monsters a little better. Maybe not mythical creatures like werewolves, but they are a start.