Atlas, Interviewed + untitled (Throwback Thursday)

Prompts = Exhausted, Full, Relief

Story New - Atlas, Interviewed

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“Exhausted? Hades yeah, I’m exhausted. Who wouldn’t be in my position?”

Moving words from Atlas, the Titan doomed to hold the world on his shoulders after being defeated, along with his fellow Titans, by Zeus and the other Olympians.

While others of his kind have been released from Tartarus for good behaviour, Atlas sees no relief coming any time soon. As he said, “While my lawyer has my full confidence, there’s resistance to my release.’

When asked about Flat Earth theories, he was quick to dismiss them. “They’re nonsense. I should know. The world’s a tetrahedron.”

• Matthew Matthewson, Investigative reporter.

*****

Story old - Untitled (originally published here)

 

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There’d been no choice: orders were orders. HMS Gallant had to be on station on the other side of the Pacific in two weeks, despite it being typhoon season and an active one at that. But the Captain was a seasoned veteran and if anyone could navigate rough seas, he could.

Those thoughts were cold comfort, as was the taste of salt water, as he swam, exhausted, towards a life boat. One rogue wave had been the ship’s doom, already half full of water and sinking fast. The automatic distress signal called for relief. Would it arrive in time?

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Hygge, Relief, Starlight

The Starlight Motel & Lounge, located off Highway 37 in Somewhere, USA, was a rundown relic of 1950s auto travel. Its 52 rooms suffered from cold, damp, and mold. The accompanying miniature golf course was overgrown, rotting, and weatherworn.

To Edward, it represented something that could become warm and welcoming, provide someplace to go for locals, and relief from the usual humdrum of the town’s two sketchy bars and one diner. It could be hygge (as his Danish friends liked to say).

Local contractors already hired, he needed no publicity to make it known the Starlight’s glory would shine again.

Exhausted, Full, Relief

There’d been no choice: orders were orders. HMS Gallant had to be on station on the other side of the Pacific in two weeks, despite it being typhoon season and an active one at that. But the Captain was a seasoned veteran and if anyone could navigate rough seas, he could.

Those thoughts were cold comfort, as was the taste of salt water, as he swam, exhausted, towards a life boat. One rogue wave had been the ship’s doom, already half full of water and sinking fast. The automatic distress signal called for relief. Would it arrive in time?