Artemis Bell
Stories (4/0)
The Green Phoenix
The clock ticked loudly to midnight. Every night it ticked off the uneventful minutes. No museum robbers with plans to make off with overpriced art ever had the courtesy to break in so Wil could spoil their plans. Anything to break up the monotony of patrolling. At least that’s what she thought until the museum director showed up. The curator was one thing. Liza usually liked to be there for big deliveries, and she was cool to Will. The museum director was a whole other thing. If that glory hound showed up it meant something “big” was coming in. Which would be exciting except he had an uncanny ability to suck all the fun out of anything, except for Liza. Nothing could dampen her, probably the only reason he hadn’t managed to drive her off. She kept rushing back and forth between the two biggest walls in the museum. Her heels clicking as she muttered about light and other technicalities of placement, sporadically saying “I can’t believe it.” Liza was usually enthusiastic about her art, but her eyes were doing a particularly happy dance tonight.
By Artemis Bell4 years ago in Geeks
Green Phoenix
A dark figure looks over a lone house nestled in the woods below the hill she stands on. One thousand years. I’ve tried to kill the son of Apollo many times since my betrayal. Unable to unleash my rage on the god himself I have stayed my appetite for vengeance by killing his progeny. One thousand years and none of their deaths have dampened my pain for long, I have come to doubt even wiping them all from the earth will be enough. I won’t know that until I do it though. So few of them left. Only the most powerful left. This one seems to have inherited immortality, rare among demigods, but it is not impossible to kill an immortal. The God’s War proved that. But today is not his day for release. Vengeful and petty my actions have been called, even insane, yet I give the children of Apollo a peace I will never have. Is it peace? The next adventure? Nothingness? Is it different then going through the door, or are they different paths to the same mystery? Trapped in this mortal coil, death and the door unreachable, I may never know.
By Artemis Bell4 years ago in Geeks