Dionysus Creates the Hot Pocket

     I wrote this story for my English class and I was in a hurry to write it, because of that fact it is not the best story. Please enjoy and leave reviews.

Hunger consumed Dionysus as he walked through a desert of pink fluff. Green specks that constantly changed shape flew around him. He began to swat at them as one would to pesky flies. As he finally got them to stop attacking him they began to swarm in front of him as if to lead him somewhere. They seemed to want to lead the god of wine to a small mountain. Atop of the mountain a golden glow was emitted. The green specks led him up the perilous mountain. His stomach growled, a cry for food in this strange wasteland. But his curiosity of what was on top of the mountain surpassed his hunger. He climbed to the top of the mountain and was blinded by a golden glow. The glow originated from a small doughy object. The smell of rancid meat filled Dionysus' nose. He took a few steps forward, but when he reached out to grab it the top of the mountain fell in. He began to fall deeper and deeper into the endless pit. "AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"

Dionysus awoke with a start. His head was pounding and he was feeling slightly nauseous. He begrudgingly sat up and looked around. What happened last night? He asked himself. He then realized he was in the underworld. Why? He wondered. Dionysus then remembered the bodacious party he had thrown for Hades because. . . Because. . . Because why not? Dionysus got up and stumbled over to a table where Hades was lying face down in his own vomit. Dionysus poured himself a glass of wine. "Can't have a hangover if you're still drunk," He said to no one in particular. A small giggle came from under the table. Dionysus lifted the table cloth to find a black haired, blue eyed, teenage goddess. Dionysus smiled. "Hello Anachry, when did you arrive?"

Anachry giggled. "About half way through the party. Did you have a nice dream?" Dionysus groaned. Of course Anachry sent him the dream. Anachry was the goddess who sent forth the strangest of dreams. Dionysus' stomach growled loudly. This caused Hades to jolt up and shout: "CERBERUS! Down boy!" Hades then dozed off once more.

"So. . ." Dionysus started. "What was the thing in the dream about?" Anachry snickered and gave Dionysus a sly smile.

"You can't get it out of your head, can you Father? I'll have you know that the food in that dream does not exist," Dionysus glared at her. Out of all his children, Anachry was probably his favorite. Though sometimes she could be downright infuriating. "Maybe you could make it," Anachry suggested. Dionysus' face lit up like the sun in the morning.

"That's a great idea! Let's do it!" Dionysus was practically jumping with joy.

"So what are you going to make it out of?" Anachry asked.

"I'm not sure yet. . . I've got it! We need the souls of the damned and a few of their bones,"

"Are you sure?" Anachry gave Dionysus a quizzical look.

"Yes," A fire glowed in Dionysus' purple eyes.

"And how, pray tell, are you going to get these souls of the damned." Dionysus scratched his head and brushed a few of his raven colored locks out of his eyes. He looked around and then remembered where they were and who they were with. Dionysus strolled over to Hades, who was still taking a nap in his vomit.

"Hey Hades, wake up. We need your help with something," Hades only grumbled in his sleep. Dionysus rolled his eyes and began to shake Hades. Hades still slept on. "Damn he's a heavy sleeper," Dionysus was about to grab a rock to smack Hades with when Anachry piped up.

"Let me try something," Anachry slowly walked over, took a deep breath, then she leaned in towards Hades' ear. "Hades," She whispered softly. "Persephone's back," Hades shot straight up, grabbed Anachry by the shoulders, and looked deep into her dark blue eyes.