I thought about using actual minor gods, but I could not find any, so I made some up.
Prane
Prane was good at disguises. Walking down Fifth Avenue, he was wearing mortal clothes and walking like a mortal. Quickly. To the Empire State Building. Olympus. He zoned out, looking at peoples auras that tell what they are. He saw two people with a little bit of one of the gods blood in them. Maybe their ancestors were demigods. Then he saw the demigod, who was maybe in his early twenties. He realized that they were brothers at that moment. They were both children of Ares, although Prane was a full god. He turned to him and whispered the Ares lều, cabin at Camp Half-Blood’s secret mật khẩu to see the weapons room. The guy turned and stared. “Are bạn a god, an older demigod, hoặc a current one,” he asked. “I’m a full god,” I replied. “Although I am only a minor one.” “Who is your mom?” he asked. “Aphrodite,” he was getting really annoying now. “But she is married to hephaest… oh.” He walked away from the annoying demigod. Prane turned his sense back on. Instantly, he picked up two minor gods walking in front of him! “What!!!” They turned around. “You’re a god too” the one on the right said. “My parents are Hephaestus and Demeter,” the one on the left sounded glum as he đã đưa ý kiến this. “My parents are Apollo and Athena,” the one on the right sounded much happier. “Mine are Ares and Aphrodite,” I said. The son of Hephaestus and Demeter didn’t look happy at that. The first annoying demigod then turned around and đã đưa ý kiến “Is that a monster?” He pointed behind Prane. They turned. “Duh” đã đưa ý kiến the god on the left The Apollo god drew a bow, the Hephaestus god drew a hammer, and Prane with his unfortunate brother drew a spear and sword to face the…
The boys in my class wrote a first chapter from this kind of story and this won
Prane
Prane was good at disguises. Walking down Fifth Avenue, he was wearing mortal clothes and walking like a mortal. Quickly. To the Empire State Building. Olympus. He zoned out, looking at peoples auras that tell what they are. He saw two people with a little bit of one of the gods blood in them. Maybe their ancestors were demigods. Then he saw the demigod, who was maybe in his early twenties. He realized that they were brothers at that moment. They were both children of Ares, although Prane was a full god. He turned to him and whispered the Ares lều, cabin at Camp Half-Blood’s secret mật khẩu to see the weapons room. The guy turned and stared. “Are bạn a god, an older demigod, hoặc a current one,” he asked. “I’m a full god,” I replied. “Although I am only a minor one.” “Who is your mom?” he asked. “Aphrodite,” he was getting really annoying now. “But she is married to hephaest… oh.” He walked away from the annoying demigod. Prane turned his sense back on. Instantly, he picked up two minor gods walking in front of him! “What!!!” They turned around. “You’re a god too” the one on the right said. “My parents are Hephaestus and Demeter,” the one on the left sounded glum as he đã đưa ý kiến this. “My parents are Apollo and Athena,” the one on the right sounded much happier. “Mine are Ares and Aphrodite,” I said. The son of Hephaestus and Demeter didn’t look happy at that. The first annoying demigod then turned around and đã đưa ý kiến “Is that a monster?” He pointed behind Prane. They turned. “Duh” đã đưa ý kiến the god on the left The Apollo god drew a bow, the Hephaestus god drew a hammer, and Prane with his unfortunate brother drew a spear and sword to face the…
The boys in my class wrote a first chapter from this kind of story and this won
This prank doesn't need anything but a friend who understands dirty jokes and yourself.
You: Okay, say the word 'addicted' every time I pause, alright?
Friend: Okay.
You: Money...
Friend: Addicted.
You: TV...
Friend: Addicted.
You: Candy...
Friend: Addicted.
You: Hitting people in the face with an iron...
Friend: ...addicted...
By this point bạn need to come up with several different others to get them to barely even notice what they're "addicted" to.
You: Soda?
Friend: Addicted...
You: What hit bạn in the face last night?
Friend: Addicted...
The look that will come over their face will be absolutely priceless.
Try it out!
-Ray
You: Okay, say the word 'addicted' every time I pause, alright?
Friend: Okay.
You: Money...
Friend: Addicted.
You: TV...
Friend: Addicted.
You: Candy...
Friend: Addicted.
You: Hitting people in the face with an iron...
Friend: ...addicted...
By this point bạn need to come up with several different others to get them to barely even notice what they're "addicted" to.
You: Soda?
Friend: Addicted...
You: What hit bạn in the face last night?
Friend: Addicted...
The look that will come over their face will be absolutely priceless.
Try it out!
-Ray
I run my fastest
But still get beat.
I land on my head
When I should be on my feet.
I try to di chuyển forward‚
But I am stuck in rewind.
Why do I keep at it?
I won't be left behind.
The harder I am thrown‚
The higher I bounce.
I give it my all‚
And that's all that counts.
In first place‚
Myself‚ I seldom find.
So I push to the limit-
I won't be left behind.
Some people tell me bạn can't‚
Some say don't.
Some simply give up.
I reply‚ I won't
The power is here‚
Locked away in my mind.
My perserverance is my excellence‚
I won't be left behind.
Make the best of each moment‚
The future is soon the past.
The thêm I tell myself this‚
The less I come in last.
Throughout my competitions‚
I've learned what winning is about.
A plain and clear lesson-
Giving up is the wasy way out.
So every night before I go to bed‚
I hope in a small way I have shined.
Tomorrow is a brand-new day‚
And I won't be left behind.
This is not mine‚ it was written bởi Sara Nachtman
But still get beat.
I land on my head
When I should be on my feet.
I try to di chuyển forward‚
But I am stuck in rewind.
Why do I keep at it?
I won't be left behind.
The harder I am thrown‚
The higher I bounce.
I give it my all‚
And that's all that counts.
In first place‚
Myself‚ I seldom find.
So I push to the limit-
I won't be left behind.
Some people tell me bạn can't‚
Some say don't.
Some simply give up.
I reply‚ I won't
The power is here‚
Locked away in my mind.
My perserverance is my excellence‚
I won't be left behind.
Make the best of each moment‚
The future is soon the past.
The thêm I tell myself this‚
The less I come in last.
Throughout my competitions‚
I've learned what winning is about.
A plain and clear lesson-
Giving up is the wasy way out.
So every night before I go to bed‚
I hope in a small way I have shined.
Tomorrow is a brand-new day‚
And I won't be left behind.
This is not mine‚ it was written bởi Sara Nachtman