Creative Writing: Proserpina's House

King Pluto goes and tends his daily routine and when he leaves Proserpina starts plotting ways of escaping while she’s completes King Pluto's chores she scheming escape plans and the perfect times to execute her escape.

One day I was walking through the ruins of Pompeii. While I was walking I saw something shiny

It's a typical summer day in the beautiful city of Pompeii in the year 79 A.D. The main street is packed with people -- women swishing by in long robes, men in tunics, children with leather sandals that slap against the hot stone streets.

Ceres set into a slight panic gathered herself and set out to find Petunia. Ceres walked around to the seaside only to be met with nothing, causing her to become more frantic; thoughts racing through her head, the last place she could think to look is the forest. Ceres quickly ran towards the forest just a few ways down. She called out to her daughter, “Petunia! Petunia are you out there?!” trampling through bushes and running over shrubs, but then beautiful flowers started to come around. Ceres ceased her running which turned to cautious pacing, her daughter had to be around here somewhere, Petunia always loved beautiful flowers. A few more steps in front of her was her daughter, taking the hand of a mysterious man in a chariot, the man was gloomy yet handsome. Ceres yelled out for her to stop, “Petunia don’t!” but it was too late, the man along with Ceres’ daughter rode off in the distance at an incredible speed. All Ceres could do was shout in despair as her daughter was taken away.

Personally, I feel like the line that separates media from art is a very tricky and obscure one. It’s relatively easy to differentiate between media and multimedia, however when the term art is brought in, classification becomes difficult. Everyone has varied ideas of what art is and what should be considered art but I believe that art causes the viewer to conjure up some form of human idea, emotion or thought.

It was late. The moon had risen high and the starry sky brightening up the dark night. Various hex-tech lamps lit up the mostly clear streets of Piltover, and the buildings had their lights off. All, but one.

"You will be staying in here until I summon you, until then would you like something to eat or drink?" Said Pluto, Proserpina shook her head no because she knew what would happen to her if she did. As she walked into her room Pluto shut the door and locked it, before long he proceeded to walk back the way they came. She was in there for several long months, which felt like decades to her with no visitors besides Pluto's daily visits to try and get her to eat or drink something then she will want to stay

He did not want to scare her away. His footfalls are audible in the silent night, reaching out to her, each step bringing them closer together. Their turmoil of emotions rivals a hurricane, fear, fury and rage but most of all love shines in her eyes. Pure adoration is reflected in his. One foot forward, step by step, the space between them ceased to exist. Prowling forward, pushing her backwards into the building and onto the elevator, he corners her. Unnerved, she stands still in disbelief, doubting that he is really here. Staring at his face, his chiseled jaw, the definition in his shoulders, it seemed that wherever he went he had been worked hard. A calloused hand comes up and brushes a strand of hair from her face.

“Juana moved to the entrance and looked out. She peered like an owl from the hole in the mountain …” Page 37

Pluto steals away prosperina, from her mother he then takes her to his castle where she is to live as his light.

Throughout the short story, the narrator is trapped in a cycle of alcohol and guilt. Every time he gets drunk, the narrator does something horrid, like abusing those around him. Nevertheless, after feeling guilty and sad, the narrator returns to alcohol for comfort, which, in turn, causes him to act out again. However, when the narrator is sober enough to realize the horrid things he has done, he often wants to be punished and feels he deserves severe consequences, which is a common view with those that suffer from self harm disorders, a severe mental disease. Perhaps one of the most extreme measures the story’s narrator took to make sure that he was punished was killing his beloved Pluto. This quotation shows that, while the narrator had nothing against Pluto, he chose to hang the animal in order to punish himself. The narrator decided to commit a heinous deed just for the sake of making sure he went to hell for all of the other wrongs he had done. In continuation, we can deduce from the narrator’s previous actions that after killing Pluto, he proceeded to get drunk. This is why the events that occur the next day can be explained, as the narrator often committed vile deeds while under the influence and then proceeded to forget about them, a previous one being the cutting out of Pluto’s eye. The morning after the black cat’s death,

That would be his demise. At nine o’ clock, I led him down to the basement of the tavern. We stayed there for some time, and at midnight, I chained him to the wall. As expected, he started screaming and trying to escape, so I sent my rabies infested cat at him. The black cat charged at him and bit him. “Pluto’s” use was done, so I hung him and burned his body. The moment the cat bit him, he passed out, so I had to hide him in the

Pluto watched from a monitor at the new subject in his trial. It was an elderly man near his 60s with a frail frame and thin white hair in a light patch around the back of his scalp. Through the camera, Pluto observed the man enticed by the planted shrub made for the sole purpose of luring humans who acted upon their emotion. As soon as the elderly man picked the shrub, the ground cracked open and took him into the depths where Pluto's kingdom resided. Seized into the underworld, Pluto asked for the man's name. The man frowned and shook his head, “I have no reason to tell you anything about me. I've learned by now that I should not waste my breath on people who do not know what value my breath is.” Pluto cocked his head to the side slightly,

Proserpina had left her mother to go explore the forest. This is when a very breathtaking plant distracted her. It was the most beautiful plant that she had ever laid eyes on. She decided that her mother would love it, and decided to take it to her. When she pulled up the plant, it left a gaping hole in the ground and light flooded into the path she was on. The path happened to be a path that led to Pluto's castle. Pluto had noticed what happened and hastily chased after the girl. When he finally caught up to her, he inquired her about doing some favors for him around his castle. Proserpina respectfully disagreed, but Pluto was very unhappy about it. He directed her to his castle, and offered her a drink from an enchanted stream. Proserpina did not want to drink from the stream, but she knew if she didn't it would make Pluto even more unhappy.

Her Mother Ceres, knowing Proserpina very well, and how naive and curious she is. Mother Ceres after a while of thought and getting tired of Proserpina’s begging, very hesitantly agrees to let Proserpina go to the mountainside. Right before Proserpina left to the mountainside, Mother Ceres warns her “The gnomes are good creatures, and they will protect you! Remember though not to stray away from them and leave the mountainside, and go wandering in the desert by yourself.” As usual, after Proserpina visited the gnomes and waited for them to fall asleep, she secretly went out to do what her Mother Ceres precisely told her not to; she went out into the desert.