Chapters

My entire life, the whole world has revolved around school. Sure I could have my interests, and my friends, but it all has come back to school. This year, all of the people I’ve grown up with, are heading into this last year of high school. The comforts of our life are suddenly revealed as the pretense we have come to know. What do you do when your future catches up to you, and drops that frigid bucket of water on you? All of these life-changing decisions are slammed upon you and you understand, your youth has been slipping away; grains of sand gone forever. Each year, you gradually are given an ounce more of freedom, accustoming you to the role of an adult. Whether it’s staying up that extra half hour, or driving to a sleepover. School introduces this feeling of vanity and superiority. Almost everyone falls victim to the opinions of others, changing the aspects of your character. As this new life after high school looms ever closer, this falseness glides away, revealing the beauty of your true self. No longer is about those around you, but what will benefit you. It is so daunting, this new chapter. Can’t say I’m ready for it, but I’ll trust God, and see where my life will lead.

Dedicated to a Very Missed Jen X Crump

Fish out of water

Gasping for air

Does anyone give a care?

Lost, alone

So afraid, away from home

I take my first step

Inhale a deep breath

Eyes drenched with fear

I hear her voice

Class has begun

Her demeanor

Do all really fear her?

I can’t do this…I can’t

I’m not ready for this jump

I can’t take the splash

I can’t take the impact

Comfort zone

Bulls eye to my heart

Two together

Separation, Lonely apart

A snapped cord

Entwining my chest

Maybe just me, or

All of us, the rest

But someway

But somehow

Clicked, now stripped

Goodbye bright sun

Hint of moon

See you till

New year, begun.

Top; Written by Lonley girl3000 Bottom; Written by Lilly Lae

Narrative #2

That stick brings the girl into a world where she is a warrior native. One that believes in curses and old rituals. She taps her stick on the ground three times to open up the world and release a pit of revenge. She is brave and has a cold spirit. She is crazy and wild,

and she,

is my sister.

Narrative #1

Running into a jump

Jumping into a leap

Leaping into a dance

Dancing into a trip

Tripping into a fall

Falling into a fly

Flying into a soar

It soars streamline

Fast, Furious, Fantastic

It, is my sister

Typhon’s Razbunare

A Greek Myth

When Zeus presented Pandora to both Prometheus and Epimetheus, Prometheus knew this to be unwise to accept such a seemingly wonderful gift. He warned Epimetheus from accepting such a lavish gift, but his brother refused to listen. Unknown to Epimetheus was that even though Prometheus refused Pandora he had fallen deeply in love with her, but there was nothing he could do about it. Whenever the opportunity arose Prometheus would find a way to be around Pandora, she was breath-taking. It just so happens, that Prometheus was in the company of Pandora on the day that she opened her cursed box. He truly knew then, that he was indeed correct about Zeus’ gift not revealing all its intended purposes. Transfixed, Prometheus watched his beloved man being brutalized by the terrible evils Pandora had released.

Unknown to Prometheus several miles below his feet, just beneath the underworld, the new evils unleashed had reached the gloomy, bleak lands of Tartarus. The Hekatinkheires have been faithfully, and peacefully guarding the volatile creatures banished there, for there was no place for their deeds on either Mount Olympus or Earth. The Hekatinkheires came to the realization that they had been guarding the bronze gates of Tartarus for many a year and one can only grow weary by spending an eternity in the same company. All of the others faults grew clear to each of the Hekatinkheires and a dreadful fight came about. Nothing could be accomplished though for the many hands of the Hekatinkheires disrupted the path of a well aimed hit. With the attention of the Hekatinkheires elsewhere, the opportunity arose for the dreadful Typhon to accomplish an unknown feat; escaping the grasp of the Hekatinkheires.

Typhon had but one purpose for what he knew may be his last moments on Earth. Not only had Zeus defeated him but he also humiliated him by trapping him under Mount Etna. Much time had passed while Typhon was imprisoned, and with that time, came wisdom. Zeus would defeat him again, this he knew, but the mortal who had warned Hermes of Zeus’ peril, Amadeus, had his legacy carried on through generations. With this he set out for either son or daughter, whichever did not matter. With Typhon’s newly gained wisdom, he decided it would be best to watch the mortal man, the descendant of Amadeus.

Under Typhon’s careful eye, he studied this subject. He was known as Eldante.

Eldante was the son of Joness and Clymia, born in Tascana. He was known throughout the land for a tremendous strength, but yet a gentle heart. When Pandora’s evils were unleashed he became ungrateful to the gods for his incredible gift, and boastfulness darkened his heart. Eldante would scourge the land in search of a worthy opponent, and once his adversary would lose, he would openly mock him to those around him. No man could do anything about this, for nothing would stop Eldante. Typhon carefully watching and planning, noted all of this, he felt the best revenge would be to strike where it would hurt Eldante the most, his pride. Finally Typhon’s opportunity came forth; Eldante no longer had any challengers and thus was preening in his wealth. It was time to expose himself once again to the world. From Typhon’s crouched position, he stood looming over the village that Eldante was currently residing in. With a mighty roar he bellowed his challenge, “I Typhon herby challenge Eldante to a duel, a fight to the death”.

As Eldante stepped from his abundant villa, he then realized his own folly. There was no way, that he would be able to defeat such a fearsome foe. What else he recognized was unless he was to fight Typhon, he would never leave and would torture the people of the Earth, for he remembered the tale his father told him of his ancestor being tied hand in hand with the defeat of Typhon. Typhon would not be at rest until he had his revenge. Bravely Eldante went out to meet the ferocious monster. It is said that any mortal to glance upon such an otherworldly creature would send them into an unrelenting shock, numbing the mind forever. The only thing that saved Eldante was the goodness still left in his heart, strengthening his resolve that he must end this trifle, no matter what the outcome.

After Pandora had released the evils into the un-expecting world, Prometheus had been searching for any sign of misgivings. He witnessed the rise of Typhon once again and had been failingly tracking the creature. A cry of pain from the mortal Eldante alerted him; such a sound could only come from the terror Typhon could unleash. Horrified Prometheus watched as Typhon delivered the fatal blow, he was too late.

Prometheus is well known to be “before-thought”, so in a rash decision he withdrew a small lump of clay and hastily formed a small, delicate creature. Zeus who had been notified by Prometheus’ despair, witnessed the exchange of the mortal and Typhon, decided his entertainment was over and it was time to intervene. Grasping a lightning bolt he hurled it down towards Typhon stunning the monster, and at the same time transforming Typhon into the body of the clay creature. Prometheus, knowing that all he could do was now over turned, turned to look at the mortal man who stood up to such an evil creature. To his delight he found the man weak but still breathing. Knowing the man did not have much longer to live, he hastened a larger animal from his clay. When Eldante awoke he found the world to be in multiple shades and suddenly had four great, gray lumbering legs, gleaming ivory tusks and a peaceful strength surrounding him. Then Prometheus spoke of what he had done, “Eldante you have a strong and noble heart, and an immense strength. But you dishonoured the gods by not being thankful for what we have given you, and letting a boastful spirit come over you. For these crimes which normally you would suffer severe consequences, you will receive another form of punishment because you fearlessly stood your ground before Typhon. You have been turned to a creature of the land. It is a great beast but with a gentle presence, it will be named after you Eldante.”

Humbly Eldante bowed before the titan whom had given him such a gift.

Typhon awakening heard the last sentiment and went mad with rage. Eldante should be dead with Typhon’s desperate need for revenge. But as for him as he tried to rise, the world around him suddenly became bigger. He felt so very small, which was a feeling quite foreign to him. Prometheus turned to him, “You, I know will never be kept in Tartarus, you will always escape so this is the form you will now take on. And after the man who brought your down fall all those years ago, you will be called the mouse, so that all will be reminded of how a mere mortal defeated you.”

From then on the eldante would forever fear the mouse for the eldante knew the evil the mouse had once possessed. That is also why when a woman sees a mouse she feels terror for she can sense the true danger lurking behind beady, black eyes.

In Nocturnal Silence

Oppressive heat exhausts us forbidden Jews

Deprived of everything. Anything seems preferable

We were hunched over

Exhausted, weariness had settled in our veins

True equality and nakedness

We trembled with different surfacing thoughts

Then separated strength, appreciated vigor

The furnace brings so much brutality

Exalted, Sanctified God

Never shall I forget

Even if I live long like God himself

They still murdered our soul

Hell. A camp interspersed with

Sobs and crazed men

Children dead bodies abandoned

Transformed under a silent sky

To be freed, dreams turned to ashes