Antigone: A Short Story

Sophocles, a great tragedian, was the one who gave Greek tragedies their traditional form. An important part of traditional Greek tragedies is the presence of a tragic hero. All tragic heroes should have the characteristics of rank, a tragic flaw, a downfall, and a recognition of mistakes. The seemingly tragic hero is Antigone. She wants to bury her brother Polyneices even though this would be going against Creon, who is her uncle and the king. When Antigone buries Polyneices Creon sentences her to death because of it. In Antigone by Sophocles the tragic hero is not Antigone because she only meets the characteristic of a tragic flaw, hers being pride, but doesn 't meet the other three characteristics of a

Family is supposed to be the ultimate support, everlasting, and always ready to forgive. In Antigone by Sophocles, Creon is immersed in a “power trip” that alienates and even kills his family. He caused his son, Haemon’s death, his wife, Eurydice’s death and Antigone’s death. Creon views himself as the perfect leader, believes he is always correct, and in turn has to live with the guilt of three deaths that were his fault.

The female stilled as the male approached her. She’d been listening intently to his words so far, trying to learn all she could. “Got it, no more than is needed.” It was strange to her to think they needed to trap. Annette, her younger sister, had always been reading novels that seemed to express how vicious and relentless werewolves were. They’d hunt their prey under the dark sky, dragging them from their homes into the pits of darkness. The mere thought was rather amusing, considering the truth of the situation. Isobel watched as Cross began to dig into the meat; it didn’t look as if it was even remotely cooked. Maybe he was just too hungry. It made her somewhat jealous; she wished to be able to do the same, her body was telling her to eat, to feed the desperate hunger within herself, but something was stopping her. “Well, at least it’ll do the trick then.” She murmured, referring to the food she currently held up on the stick. Isobel was growing impatient with the flames. She didn’t wish to burn it but

Mark grabbed Lila's arms, his friend, her ankles, and together they hauled the bleeding woman back to the bedroom. With her shirt ripped, bra exposed, and pants tugged down her thighs. Lila's screams were only exacerbated when Mark brutally slammed his knee between her legs, and simultaneously backhanded her across the face. "That's it, scream for me, whore. It wouldn't be the first

Sixteen years old, unattuned to the vagaries of human nature, and at the stage where sexual curiosity ruled her universe, evidenced by the naivety in which she'd fallen for the predatory charms of her High School English Teacher. McHugh couldn't stop those thoughts from intruding into his mind as he continued to listen to Emily, in no doubt she was unaware of his inner fantasies or the hard, throbbing cock, he rubbed under the desk, imagining how it 'd feel buried in her hot mouth or tight, teen cunt.

He sucked on her labia, gently pursing it with his canines. Above him, the woman had abandoned proper posture in order to thread her fingers through his inky hair, urging him to do more, more, oh, Nicholas! He grinned as he continued his ministrations, lapping her juices up at the surface. As Evangeline let out a cacophony of mewls and whimpers, Nicholas growled. He was impossibly hard, and was struggling not to just rip her corset and dress off and fuck her senseless. Instead, he submerged his tongue into her pussy, shallowly thrusting in and out of her. Evangeline moaned loudly, her hands limply fallen to her sides as she was

“Mr. Willoughby, my heart is really into this project, I would really like to restore the rest of the Orgasmatrons she said as she pressed his hand harder on her

Arching a brow, and whispering as he pecked her lips again and again, he he slid his hand higher up her thigh, and gently nudged her further back on the desk, answering her other question at the same time. "The swimwear contract. I've a friend over there, whose launching a new brand. I sent him some images of your original shoot. He loved that one over there." Adam nodded at the life-size image that hung on the wall, and moved his lips to ear neck, and nibbled up to her ear. "Wants to meet you. No guarantees, but it could be your big your big break." A total fabrication of course, make up on the spot, however, the Pornographer did have contacts over there, one of whom he was sure, wouldn't mind purchasing some swim-wear from the local stores, and changing out the labels, on the promise of being able to fuck some hot teen pussy senseless, right there on the beach. And, if the contract fell through? Oh, well, that happens in business, as Sophie would learn."

Bridget could hardly contain herself. She was so excited she felt as if she could burst. These stud athletes wouldn’t ever have done any of this willingly for her. However, here she was, able to watch them expose themselves, stiffen in embarrassment, and now she would even get to grab some dick! Her hand trembled with the anticipation. “oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!” She couldn’t believe that she did it. Her hand was actually there, wrapped around a penis that should have been unreachable. She let go only to grab him again. She explored that dreamy territory carefully.

With Lexi's top ripped, and her bra pulled down, the action only exposed Lexi's tits and torso to his view, and he squeezed a breast again. "Isn't what all women want. To be treated rough, and fucked like a whore?" He completely tore away Lexi's bra before the sensation of her taking him back into her mouth, deeper than before, brought forth a groan of pleasure, and his digits re-entered her cunt. "Look at you, Lexi. You love it, you're dripping like a needy

With a naughty grin on her face, she opened up the door, pulling him inside as she closed the door behind her. As the door closed she quickly switched gears, suddenly grabbing him and slamming him into the door, making out with him passionately. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, exploring all around.

He lied to himself, and to her, taunting and teasing, even as she did the same to him. But she knew it. She knew who was going to win the game. This time. The only consolation he had, and sole way he could keep his pride intact, was by telling himself that she wanted it even worse than he did. Jinx had already cum once, which was once more than he, and the slut was still dripping. She craved cock, but not just any cock. His. She couldn't deny that. Without consciously thinking, he thrust his hips up and threw her onto her back. Not giving her the opportunity to resist, he had her arms pinned, her legs spread, and the entire length of his thick shaft buried to the hilt in her no-longer-virgin pussy. Parker moaned, a sound of pure lust and ecstacy, and tightened his grip on her

Surveying her naked ass with admiration when she she stepped free of her skirt and panties, he issued it with a spank "If we don't what we're doing, why you moaning, and your pussy dripping? What we gave you ain't nothing in compared to what you're gonna get." The tone of garnered Doug's attention, and he glanced up to wink at his co-conspirator, before Steve grabbed Sophie's hips, and jerked them backwards.

Adam slipped the yellow tablet under his tongue, intending to spit it out the first moment he could when Sophie wouldn't notice. He definitely didn't want to be under the influence, however was ecstatic that Sophie had taken it without question, and he hoped the euphoric effects would strike within minutes, and further lower her inhibitions. That was, if the girl wasn't already aroused enough to take a strange cock without complaint, which wouldn't have surprised Adam in the least. He'd discovered that it was too easy to maintain Sophie's arousal, and keep her under his influence, and the reminder of the trip to Hawaii was intended to only further confirm any misguided beliefs girl held that he valued her more than just as a meal-ticket. And

"Fuck." That exclamation escaped unbidden from his lips, along with a shudder of pleasure when her lips touched the tip of his cock, and then followed a long growl of pleasure when she slowly took him into her mouth, inch by tortuous inch. Eyes fluttering in his head, he attempted to lock them onto hers when they raised to look at him, the innocence of features at odds with the cock in her mouth, and that brought forth another growl. With his brain clouded by pleasure, Brett had been utterly incapable of responding to her comment about the champagne.