I do have an actual story about the Gods and Goddesses in Greek culture and this is pretty much just telling you about them because I deal with a lot of minor gods that sometimes aren't as easy to find as others.

"And what will you do to prove that?" She asked mockingly "Killing thousands of innocence?" He gripped her jaw, anger radiating from his amber eyes. "That way everybody would fear the power of Ibinize. That way we would stand on top of the world. That way peace would be eternal. And if you call that 'genocide'... I'll make sure you wouldn't get to see the light of the next day. Or maybe you wouldn't get to see his face again." Her pupils trembled, constricting in fear as she looked at him. She didn't answer him, just gripping his wrist. She shoved his hand away, her backing against wall. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing fell in uneven, her wanting to back away even more. Fear was raw in her eyes. For all she knew and cared about was that he was mad. He tilted his head in feigned confusion. "Why are you so scared?" "All I'm ever doing is for the sake of Ibinize."

A fear of flying is one thing. Being seated next to a Tetris-addict who claims to be the Reaper is quite another. "He pulled out a business card. Where his profession should have been stated, the card read 'Destroyer of Worlds'. Nodding slowly, I pocketed the card." [check out the new spin off: http://www.wattpad.com/story/19632442-reaper-man] Copyright S.Ranasinghe 2013 HG Wells Short Story Competition [shortlisted]

There is an intangible magic to the secret double-lives of strangers on trains. She spends her journeys gazing out at city lights outside the window of the train. He watches strangers on the seats around him. Two strangers living off the stories of strangers, with only one journey to find their own. {Written 2013.}

"Every fairytale begins in the rain." When you run into an old bookshop in the middle of Paris to escape a storm, who knows who you might meet there. {Written 2014.}

She was invincible and unfixable. She was the woman you'd been warned about since you could walk. She was the smile that robbed a million dollars, and twice as many hearts. {Written 2013.}

This woman could have been a spy, a duchess and the lover of a young cameraman all at once. She was a conjurer of a thousand stories, each unique to every observer; the elusive face behind any tale you put to her. {Written 2013.}

WARNING! Please be advised that this is not a bedtime story about sparkly fairies and pink unicorns. This book may contain graphic descriptions of poisoned apples and witches' ovens. It is not appropriate for supernatural beings under the age of 377 (excluding vampires and werewolves). DISCLAIMER: Wicked Witches Inc. and Evil Stepmother Enterprises are not responsible for any maiming, mass murder or permanent insanity resulting from the reading of this book.

𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘹·𝘰𝘵·𝘪𝘤 /𝘬𝘸𝘪𝘬ˈ𝘴ä𝘥𝘪𝘬/ 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤; 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭. 𝘭𝘢·𝘤𝘶·𝘯𝘢 /𝘭əˈ𝘬(𝘺)o͞𝘰𝘯ə/ 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯: 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘢; 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯: 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘦; 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯: 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘭; 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘱. ---------------------------------------- collection of stories i've written. some are worse than others. enjoy the ride while it lasts. "𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐚." - "𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞."