Wednesday: What if God Was One of Us

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Ok, forgive me the super-cheesy song lyric subject line. I'm havenward and I'll be handling hosting duties for today. And today? We're going to play among the gods.

Have you got a fandom whose characters are gods? (This is a shout out to the old school Hercules: The Legendary Series!) Or maybe the gods crash the party and play havoc with the lives of your favorite people. Perhaps someone has secretly been a god all along, or is a reincarnation of a god. The possibilities are endless!


But please remember to keep to the rules:

No more that 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original publication/air date. If there's spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

Please be kind to the codemonkeys and format your prompt correctly. For example:

Burn Notice, Michael Westen, you expect me to believe you're a god of war?

American Gods/Supernatural, Shadow/Sam/Dean/John, belief is the most powerful magic (the most powerful drug)

Not seeing anything that's biting? Head on over to our Lonely Prompts and see if you can't find something more to your liking. Happy writing!

Theme="Gods&Goddesses"

Comments

[havenward.livejournal.com]

She gets blamed for a lot these days. Academics like to speculate on whether she's a symbol of a misogynist, patriarchal tradition to show that the only thing women were good for was breeding sons, or she retains the fear of what's to come so that mankind can remain sane in the face of day to day life. It's funny how the simplified version of the tale is the truest in spirit.

She fingers the small vial on the chain around her throat, forever stoppered, never to be opened. There was a time where she was a giver of gifts, but this is all she has now. She's been asked why she remains, and this is her reason. There at the beginning, and here until the end, or at least until mankind has passed on. Until the universe itself passes away.

She, above all others, would not be capable of abandoning hope.

Her luggage finally comes around on the carousel, and as she turns, a man touches her on the arm.

"Ms. McAdams?" he asks politely, and she nods. "Mr. Bomer sends his regards, and his apologies for not greeting you here personally. We've a car waiting for you to take you to your hotel. Welcome to Portland."

[elebridith]

I was wondering how you'd get Pandora into this... ahh, now Hermes is on her trail. *wibbles*

[darling-lisa.livejournal.com]

Ok, so this? Fucking brilliant. I ache for her and I got a bit of a shiver reading this and I sooo can't wait to read more.

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Ah, I forgot to reply to this one - 's what I get for reading my mail in my bed...

This is lovely and is really setting the stage, excellent work.

[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

ummmmm...okie dokie then. I love the idea of this...but RMA is not who I would have gone with...but I trust in the Haven because the Haven is awesome.