Dionysus Nietzsche Novels & Stories

“Twelve thousand years old.” Dionysus was so shocked and couldn’t believe what he heard that he remained in a spot for a very long time. When he finally regained himself, he thought of his one hundred- and twenty-year-old self compared to the man and he gulped. Indeed, he is not even worth to call a child beside the man but an infant, maybe an embryo? “What happened? I mean, if you have lived that long, shouldn’t you be the wisest?” “T’s a long story. I may be that old but I have only truly lived for two thousand years.”

Karila frowned, swallowing hard because she was so deeply absorbed in that story and the ironies that mythological information brought her. "All quotes to the god Dionysus leave, at certain times, implicit and explicit his will as a man who was attracted to other men as well, despite having loved Ariadne as his great love... Whether it was the ease of persuasion through his own desires or not, one passage stands out to emphasize this fact: 'Dionysus was anxious to go down to hell, but he did not know the way. So a certain man named Prosimnus promised to tell him...but not without some reward...paid in advance. favor that was not very decent, though for Dionysus it was decent enough. This bou

I'm doing my best lost puppy face. - Hi - he releases the hood of the car, making a loud noise, which is softened by the sound playing outside - I am Dionísio. I can see you stomping around the Bronx chasing your man, and honestly, I don't care. You know he's probably fucking another woman. I widen my eyes. First, Dionysus, as the god of wine? Second, is this what women expect from their husbands here? Because if so, it's exactly the same as politics. And, third but not least, my man?

Heartly pried. I shook my head, "No, not junior. But something that would resemble Dion's name. I was thinking of naming him if he is a baby boy as Bacchus since Bacchus is Dionysus's name in Roman mythology. Remember, Dionysus is the god of wine in Greek mythology? But the name Bacchus was a bit off, so, I am thinking of something." Caroline nodded in agreement and commented, "Yea. Bacchus sounds off but wait! Have you noticed? Gin is actually a kind of liquor and that name has something to do with the name Dionysus!"

Is this what having a soul mate does to people? How frightening. Proserpina pried his large palm off of her face, trying so hard not to wince at the lingering scent of strong alcohol and grapes on his skin, “Since when are you a therapist?” He looked affronted, “Hey, I’m a good guy!” She deadpanned. Dionysus faltered, “…well, no, not really but I liked to think of myself as a good friend, at the very least.” Proserpina didn’t bother to dignify that with a response.

"When you choose a God to follow, this God may give you some gift, care for you or ignore you. In the case of people like our Prince and Hope, the Gods take them in and give them greater gifts. In this case our Prince besides singing well, dancing, and painting, among others, also has the gift of the premonition, he can see one of the possible futures in small lapses." "Hope has chosen Dionysus," I whispered. "Yes, she doesn't get drunk if she doesn't want to, she knows and understands the cycles of life, knows better than anyone about divine rituals, plus the touch of insanity and temperament changes, among others" Nosferatu answered my silent question. "She didn't want to choose another Go

"Well, Dion is a shortcut for Dionysus, right? And Dionysus is the Greek God of wine." "How odd. You seem close when you two first met, and you were so happy when he treated you on the mall, right?" He shrugs, "That's because you were just starting back then. Now, you are boyfriend and girlfriend, and that's a different thing to discuss. Perhaps when I talk to him and I am assured that he won't hurt you, I'll be back with my amazing and awesome perspective of him." "Oh, boy. I've told you already, he won't hurt me. Well, not for a purpose."