Creative Writing: Artemisia

In the consuming darkness her body began to float upwards. Her mouth was open, letting in small discreet amounts of air, trying to buy as much time as she could before she ran out. Her fragile body was suspended in an awkward posture with her torso jutted forward and her limbs moving like a clockwork doll. Amongst the relentless whipping of the undulating waves she could hear her sister’s scream. She felt herself rise upwards as she continued to flail. She had to survive. She had to somehow reach the surface of the water and survive. She didn’t want to die. Not now. She was running out of air, no longer able to fight the urge to breathe. She looked up to see the sunlight, but she saw none. Then it dawned on her. She wouldn’t make it. She let

“After defeating the Cyclops Polyphemus, my men grew exhausted. They grew thirsty from rowing under the beating hot sun. Sweat dripped down their heads and the ship’s deck grew moist from the mix of the salty, seawater and sweat. We stopped by on a nearby island.

“I have decided,” he gradually starts, “That half of you shall stay here and protect the ship, should there be anything that harms it. Now, I would like for Koios, Antiochus, Herodotos, Cleon, Niketas, Pelagios, and Iason to join me as I explore this unfamiliar island. If we do not return by dawn you may leave, for that is your warning that there is danger here. See you soon, my good men.”

Haley James olive toned hands gripped the black leather steering wheel as she drove down main street away from Karen's cafe and away from the man that she very much wanted to be with. “Asshole.” Haley thought to herself thinking about her once best friend Lucas Scott; the friend that Haley had always gone to when things got tough and it was the same way around for him. They always had some kind of bond that made them each others shoulder including when Jamie died, Haley knew that she could always go to Lucas when she needed someone to talk too, but she didn't know that Lucas blamed her for Jamie's death. Nine years later and Lucas finally says the words that Haley never thought she'd hear him say, but then she never thought he would get this

As Ulysses eased to consciousness, he heard a soothing voice humming a short distance away. There was familiarity with the smell of the salty sea and the taste of its gentle mist, but these sensations were not of Ithaca. He was comfortable where he rested, but the silkiness of the blankets did not belong to him. Ulysses opened his eyes, the sun a small glimpse in the east. He rose with a jolt, as he was not able to see the sun from his chambers in Ithaca. He panically looked around himself, trying to make sense of where he was. A motion to his right had him standing quickly, readying himself to fight. As his fists clenched, his eyes met with the woman who rose.

He makes multiple stops on his venture home, each one teaching him a valuable lesson on how to follow Greece’s cultural hegemony. He encounters betrayal through his own crew members, reminding him of the filial relationships one must have to their superiors.

Remembering my adventures and call to mind the times I spent with my squadron, I started to think about the time my crew members and I set sail back to Ithaca. One day in the spring we came to Circe’s Island. On the way to the island we comprehended backbreaking tasks. The boat looked as it was rocking itself to sleep. “Row faster!” Odysseus shouted.

Today was the third day of her search for the sea creature, and just when she thought that she should give up and stop looking, she found Cetus, asleep, in a dark cave at the very bottom of the sea floor. At first, she freaked out a little inside and felt overwhelmed with terror, but as soon as she calmed herself down she remembered the plan and knew it was go time. The only thing Alithea had to defend herself was her trident and lots of courage, but she knew she could do

Marissa had been staying at Makayla's house for a little while. One night they got bored and decided to give Ben Dover and John Smith a call. Ben Dover suggested they meet up at the Coffee Queen. It was around two o'clock in the morning. Ben Dover got up to go fetch his phone which he left in the bathroom stall. When he came out Makayla was missing and the power had gone out. Everyone was freaking out. There was a note on the table saying,” Can you find her?” It had a picture of a red cross.

Agamemnon; “Apollo there! Healer indeed, I call on you, lest [Artemis] make contrary winds for the Danaans, long delays that keep the ships from sailing,

"This was the most pitiful thing," Ulysses said, "that my eyes have seen, of all my sorrows in searching out the paths of the sea."

The stretch was facing the ocean on one side, and dense greenery of the island on the other. He and I stepped off of the ship and swam our way to shore. After years and years of strenuous workouts to win in all the water races at Greece, it all came down to one race that determined my life and journey ahead. Without a word we stepped up to the water, for it is a well known process of start. My adversary and I stood up to the start while another guard walked out and took his position on the shore next to the water to announce the start. He signaled the start with a loud, absolute “Ready!” and soon after emitted a shrill screech from his throat. I leaped into the water and stroked with all my might, clawing at the water with a touch of gracefulness to propel me forward. I gave swift glance to the right but did not see the guard next to me. I momentarily wonded whether he is far behind me or far ahead of me, but there was no way to tell as the extra looking will slow me. I felt the end come near, my muscles begin to burn, a soreness that seemed to make my arms feel heavier. Then my arm hit the wall. I took my head out of the water and immediately looked around, and was surprised by what I saw. Aegean guards standing, lining the water's edge, they all said at

When one scrawny, shaken Greek detainee appeared in town, the Greek Army already accomplished victory. As a result, the Trojans lost in a battle of empathy because they handed out condolences to one poor Greek prisoner, an accomplished liar, who told not a penny worth of truth. The Greek captive opened the gates of Troy during the night, allowing the Greek army in the great city of Troy. The empathetic Trojans, outmanned, reluctantly surrendered Troy to the Greeks because they fell for the lies of a Greek prisoner. Ultimately, the Trojans lost the war because they believed the tragic tales of one pitiful Greek detainee.

Tranio, Livia said, the sky, look. The sky was clear. ‘Wow’ exclaimed Tranio. What are you kid’s doing here? “Um, well, you see, there was uh, um, Tranio said, but Livia cut him off,If you could take us back to Pompeii, we’ll be out of your way. What makes you think I’ll let you go so fast? The kid’s had a look of great terror on their faces. Huh? Livia whispered to Tranio, and said, “My father taught me how to fight”. Good. Livia stepped backed, pivoted and punched the scary sailor man. Livia really did learn to fight, because he was knocked out. But who's steering the

He woke up with a start, clawing and kicking and biting. The vagabond looked around the room. It was a simple room, with a footlocker tucked in a corner. He eased himself out of the bed. His arms were bandaged with threadbare rags. Upon further examination, he realized that they were actually the remnants of his pants. The only thing he wore were the bandages and a pair of shorts. He felt vulnerable, raw. He was in a room as large as a classroom, yet it felt as small as a jail cell. He could hear footsteps below him, reverberating throughout the wooden timbers of the building. He stared down the door of the room, his muscles firm as he tensed to strike. A woman walked into the room with her hands full of clothes. Her hair was a tar black,