Burnt Offerings – a short story

Zeus was on Mt. Olympus when he heard the news. The humans they are rebelling against the gods and blaspheming his name. They don’t pay tribute to me or any other god any more.

Zeus flew into a rage and caused a great wave to rise up in the ocean. The wave rushed towards the shore at breakneck speed. The water raged like Zeus

Why won’t the mortals pay tribute to me? he inquired of Hera, his wife. This has been tradition since the beginning of time. The sacrifice the sweet, sweet sacrifice. It must be paid.

Hera paused for a moment and said “They have grown too comfortable and mock the gods. Why should they need give sacrifice to gods? They have wine and grapes and all the meat they could ask for? The gods are far away and don’t mind the affairs of men”.

“They have grown fat and comfortable” said Hera “because you gave them knowledge and fire and ceaseless thought. They provide solutions to their own problems and lick their own wounds”.

Zeus thought as the first one his floods hit the Greek coast.

I’ll bring fire and hail down upon them besides water. I will turn the creatures of the earth against them and they shall want to die.

Plague set upon the crops, the dark lasted for days and the young died by the thousands.


The men gnashed their teeth and threw their fists upon the ground. They cried out to the heavens and supplicated the gods, but most of all Zeus himself.

Upon Mt. Olympus there was a scent, the smell of sweet meat and burning flesh.

Zeus smiled.



Life moves fast and when I was young I really didn’t understand the full meaning of this. I find that writing dates down and then finding them or looking back at these dates, it’s amazing how those dates are long gone by.

My life seems like some sort of picture book one that is a bit old and faded. I’m not the same person that I was when I was 5, 15, 20, 25, or 30. Technically that is one-hundred percent true. Most of our cells have been replaced and at this very moment your cells are dying and being replaced. Our memories keep us in the past and I believe this is one of the greatest mysteries of the human brain. We want to live in the present this is ideal, but our minds keep searching and reliving the past. An exercise in futility.

We are mammals with all of the faults that come with that. We can’t comprehend time and the vastness of space. We are like butterflies who wake up for a short while and we think that we are all that there is in this world. We want to make a difference and we long to be remembered after we are gone. I believe this desire drives many people.