Message-ID: <35250asstr$1013749808@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: Souvie Reply-To: Souvie X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-Original-Message-ID: <1417144334.20020214210152@netdot.com> X-Note: This E-mail was scanned by Declude JunkMail (www.declude.com) for spam. X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 21:01:52 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} "Valentine Blues" (no sex) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 00:10:08 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate "Valentine Blues" (no sex) by Souvie copyright February 14, 2002 = = = = = = = = = = This work is an erotic piece of fiction and if it is illegal for you to be reading such works, then please do not continue. This work is copyrighted. Reposting or any other use is prohibited without my written permission. I welcome all comments, suggestions and even criticisms. It hasn't been proofread, so all mistakes are solely my fault. Email me at souvie@netdot.com = = = = = = = = = = This is a follow up story to my Valentine's Day 2000 story, "The Folly of Eros." It can be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Souvie/www/eros.html = = = = = = = = = = "Valentine Blues" by Souvie More sad are these we daily see: It is, but had n't ought to be. - Francis Bret Harte, _Mrs. Judge Jenkins_ = = = = = = = = = = = = Discord was doing her version of a happy dance. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" she shouted in triumph. "He's doin' my homework for a whole century!" Eros tried to tamp down her enthusiasm. "Okay, okay, you don't have to rub it in." He gestured to where his brother, Anteros was leaning against a cloud, his chin resting on his hands, eyes downcast. "You could take some pity on him, I've never seen him this forlorn." "Pity?" Discord scoffed. "He made the bet with me fair and square. You know, you were there to witness it. Valentine's Day, 2002, he would make Valentine Sanderson fall in love with him. And here it is, the appointed day, and she's not one bit closer to being in love with him than she was when they first met!" "Um, I hate to disagree with you, your mother being Eris and all, but that wasn't exactly the bet." She put her hands on her hips. "Excuse me?" "He said he could get her to 'lose herself to love', not fall in love with him," Eros corrected. "Oh, what does it matter?" Anteros, "Tony", finally spoke up. "Discord is right - I failed." He sighed, bright blue eyes duller than the depths of the Mediterranean. "Nothing I tried worked." "Come on now little brother," Eros sat beside him and put his arm around his shoulders. "That strip club thing was a stroke of genius." Discord snorted. "Bust." "It would have worked, if it hadn't been for -" "Hey, and the singing telegram on her birthday!" Eros interrupted. "I would never ever have thought of that." "Flop." At Eros's look of anger, she shrugged her shoulders. "What? Like it wasn't a flop?" "It was," Tony agreed. "Everything I tried ended up getting screwed up, twisted around, or interrupted." He got to his feet. "I guess I'm a failure when it comes to love." He shot his brother a wry smile. "It's a good thing I'm not the oldest - mortals would have some fucked up love lives." He started to dissolve in a cloud of reddish mist. (Most people labor under the false assumption that all gods have to do is think themselves somewhere and BOOM! they're instantly there, or else they snap their fingers and are immediately transported where they want to go.) "Don't forget my homework!" Discord called after him. She laughed gleefully and twirled around. "Ah . . . a century of never having to look at a history scroll again." Eros started thoughtfully downward, looking through the clouds at the scene his brother had been contemplating earlier. Just as he suspected, it was Valentine Sanderson's apartment building. He knew his brother better than anyone else, and his brother hadn't given up, not yet. Tony had something up his sleeve, he'd bet on it. And he'd gladly give up his weekly horseshoe game with Hephaistos to know what it was. On impulse, Eros turned to Discord. "Oh Discord honey, care to make a little wager . . . ?" THE END? *Author's Note: Eros is the Greek counterpart to the Roman god Cupid. Aphrodite, concerned that her young son seemed to have stopped growing, was told by him that only a brother would cure the trouble. He was therefore given Anteros who symbolized reciprocated love. Anteros is also the god who punishes those who scorn love or do not return the love of others. Eris is goddess of conflict and strife. Discord is her daughter. Hephaistos is the Greek god of the forge and fire. His Roman counterpart is Vulcan. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+