Well, I can't help it. If I have the opportunity to play with the the myths, well I am all ready to go and do so. I just wanted to move them out of Greece and show that while times changes, people or in this case the Gods, don't.
I'm glad you enjoyed it Dolores. I never know where I am going to take any story I do. I usually let the characters lead me, although this time I was playing with mythology so I hoped it would find an audience.
Hmm. So Jo Ann looks like she just stepped off an Italian Runway as a model, but is more interested in helping the people than her appearance. Interesting to know. As for the twist, well, I usually have one in my stories, don't I? lol. Glad you liked it Cassie.
Well I know the original box was considered a jar. So, when I thought of what you might seal in a jar, I thought of food and pickling. The stretch of having the jar changed into a restaurant where food was served was a natural to me. Then I just had some fun playing with the Gods themselves. Glad you enjoyed it.
Thank you Asamvav. You know I usually go for the happy endings. Glad you enjoyed the Lunch Box. Figured I had to do something a little different with Pandora. Glad no one else took this route.
Thanks for the review Kitt. The story goes that hope was the last thing in the box so that humanity would have a reason to carry on. I guess even Zeus has a heart there somewhere.
Thanks for the review Kitt. The story goes that hope was the last thing in the box so that humanity would have a reason to carry on. I guess even Zeus has a heart there somewhere.
Hephaestus is Hera and Zeus' son. He was charged with the creation of Pandora and the box for Zeus. I'm glad you enjoyed the story. I was happy with how it turned out.
Ancient civilizations, aliens, the CIA, and so much more. Bill, you really went all out on this one. From a young love to the fate of the world, you handled it all and very easily. Nice story. I really enjoyed it, especially seeing how one was so devoted to the other that he followed him into the same profession.
Unfortunately I've seen this sort of defense mechanism before. I am just glad he was finally able to break down and deal with the tragedy he had been through. I like the way you handle the switches between his blank present and his painful past till the two mesh and become his future. Very well handled. Can't wait to see your next project.
I'm glad to see I am not the only one to return to the original myth for inspiration. You did a really great job setting up the discord between Pandora and her daughter. Hope is such a fragile thing, and I think you handled it with a very deft hand here. Beautiful story and like the deliberate distinctions between mother and daughter while still allowing the love of one for the other to show.
I never pictured hoped as an ugly man who stripped. Your take was unusual and I am glad to see parts of the original tale visited in yours. It was a really sweet tale. I look forward to seeing you participate in other anthologies.
Well nice to see the whole idea of who knows who best turned on its head. Poor boy is just a big awkward sort of fellow who needs his best friend to help set him on the right road. Panic is just one hell of problem to overcome. Really like the way you handled this Cia, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
Life has a way of getting you where you need to be. It was almost like fate stepped in here. He opened the door to Shepard's house like opening up Pandora's box, unsure of exactly what it was he found. Hope? Horror> His own past? Nicely done.
I truthfully was wondering if a lot of people were going to go for the box, but you did and in an interesting take. I liked the fact with all the sex and stuff going on all he did was get to kiss the guy he found attractive at the end. Nicely done.
Well everything she does is immediately held up to the Harry Potter ruler. At least here she can visit the world but not have to deal with Harry at all.
Dory wiped down the counter one more time before checking her watch. She pulled her long black mane of hair into a pony tail as she looked through the pass thru to the hulking mass that was the cook. Standing at a little over six foot five, her classically built husband strolled effortlessly about his compact kitchen. His white cook’s outfit seemed stretched to the limits to contain his muscular body.
“You ready back there, Gus?”
She heard him grunt. It would be a while before he would talk to