This is a collection of short stories, featuring crystals, crows, soccer fields, bloody skies, and more. Most stories will be based off prompts from writing contests across Wattpad, and some may be based off the splinters of my soul and the waltzing...
Many have heard of Cronus, the son of Uranus and Gaea. The youngest of the twelve titans, who, through some complications including castrating his father and consorting his sister, became King of the Titans.
If you haven't heard of Cronus, you've most definitely heard of Zeus -- his son. The God of Thunder. The Sky. The hero who saved all five of his siblings with his might and courage. The legend who can't seem to keep his pants on.
And if you don't even know Zeus, that's alright. Do not feel embarrassed. It is often the lost and misguided ones who find this book.
The story of Zeus and Cronus is quite simple, really.
It started when Cronus, King of the Titans, had been warned about his descendants. Once he had caught whispers of his future children overthrowing him and winning his crown, he did what any reasonable man would.
He ate them.
Every time his wife, Rhea, gave birth to another child, he swallowed them whole. First Hestia, then Demeter and Hera. Then Hades, Poseidon, and then... well, from there, things got a bit complicated.
Rhea gave birth to her final son, Zeus, in secret. When Cronus asked for the baby to feast on, she gave him a rock wrapped up in blankets.
Of course, he swallowed the rock. It must have been seasoned perfectly, because he didn't seem to suspect a thing.
All of this is true, as far as historians can tell.
The next part of the story is certainly more fascinating. According to the ancient scribes of the time, Zeus grew up and tricked his father into eating something that would make him throw up. Once all his siblings had been regurgitated, for lack of better words, they worked together to slay Cronus. Of course, Zeus was the one who had cut their father up into ribbons.
Then, Zeus, Hades and Poseidon all drew cards to see who would rule over what. Zeus became King of the Gods, taking the sky. Poseidon received the ocean. And Hades... he got the underworld. The dead people. A very charming reward, indeed.
Zeus saved the day, and the rest of his siblings lived happily ever after. Sounds convenient, hey?
It's convenient, because it's bullshit.
Here, dear lost and misguided reader, is the truth. Nothing but the whole, untouched, unhurt truth.
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People always ask the same questions: where did Zeus grow up? When did he learn about his destiny? Did he fall in love? How scared was he when he had to face his own father?
No one ever asks: what was it like for all the gods that were literally trapped inside their father's stomach?
