Microfiction Theme: Hopeless and Fancy-Free
Title: I am Still Human!
Looking at the wardrobe my fiancé purchased… gives me a headache. Laden with gold and jewels, the dresses are stunning, but no mortal could wear them without being crushed by their weight.
This is what I get for dating a god.
“This is a fancy-free zone. Please, give me a normal dress for your family reunion.” I plead.
Plutus gives me puppy eyes while holding a goblet, “If you drink some Nectar…”
Drinking Nectar will turn me into a Goddess.
I’ve been trying to stay human, but I’m hopeless against that pout.
“You win!” Sighing, I drink the golden liquid.
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Creating this piece was a bit of a challenge. What does Hopeless and Fancy-Free even mean? So this is the story I came up with. I hope you liked it. 😁