The world's first trillionaire was not generous — he was savage, unrelenting, and above all motivated by avarice Despite this, history would remember him as a legendary humanitarian.
History may be written by the victors, but it's edited by the bankers.
Under the glitter of yttrium-iridium lights, the dancers swirled. Their choreography was impeccable, their rhythmic clasping precise.
"Why do they wear those gloves?" a child asked his father.
"This used to be a sport - they called it Boxing."
"What a weird name."
"Why are they called noble gases?"
"Great question," the professor said. "These six elements are unreactive, placid, like the English Monarchy."
"That makes sense, I guess."
"But unlike the Monarchy," he said, looking up at his Scottish flag, "the gases don't smell."
He returned to that spot, that haunted spot, every day.
Again and again, he dove down, hoping to find some trace of the girl that had disappeared beneath the waves.
The ocean took pity on him. It sent a loving riptide - he was, at long last, together again.
"Giving a baby a bow seems unsafe," Athena said. "Even if that baby is a God."
"Zeus's sense of humor has always been a little...immature," Eros replied. "When he delegated authority for love from me to Cupid, he couldn't resist the dad joke."
His novels shot to the top of the NYT bestseller lists. His artistry and command of language was the envy of the world.
Nobody knew his secret passion — late at night, he would sit alone and write Twilight fanfic.
The detectives stepped under the caution tape and took in the scene. A body, an open bottle of pills.
"Something smells fishy," the junior detective said.
"They probably had fish for dinner," the senior detective replied.
They inspected the body.
"Could be foul play."
"Probably not."
"What makes you sure?"
"Like I said. They probably had fish."