HeavensXGames

The pub is warm, dim, golden. Afternoon light trickles in through the smeared windows, picking out the dust motes as they drift in and out of the liquid beams; it falls across polished brass, worn carpet, battered tables, drowning everything in lazy Sunday-afternoon languidity. Outside noises seem ever so distant: laughter, traffic, birds and dogs, the occasional cheer at a football game in the park across the way. The pub, though, is a little bubble of easy silence. It smells mainly of old beer and leather, somewhat sweet, somewhat cloying, but it's comforting all the same. I stand behind the bar and inhale deeply. There's no one here but me

Sorry, sweet, but the stars you wish upon left long ago to pursue a career in radiation therapy.

Here comes Apollo walking on music, jean-clad hips swinging to the vibrato guitar, blonde hair all shaggy and sexy and scruffy, his ocean deep eyes are fixed on the far. With hands lead by muses he creates in paint worlds Dali and Tanguy would be proud to impart; philosophy and tea course through his blue veins, though red-running arteries to his proud heart.

Prologue Ellie scowled, scuffing at the leaf mulch with her new sandals. Those stupid boys had run off and left her yet again. Even when mummy told them to keep an eye on her, they just disappeared, merging into the undergrowth to storm some silly castle or hunt the wild beasts that they always protested lived in the heart of the woods. Ellie scowled harder. There weren't any beasts in there, not like they said. There were no Higglelumps or Jabbawocks or Boogywoos. Nothing with fangs or red eyes or big, big claws like they told her there was. She suspected it was just a way to get rid of her so they could be boys, but still she stood just ou