Penelope Monologue

Already I know we are going to have so much fun (and drama) with these two. I kind of agree with as kids being closer and sort of falling apart as they grew older. To be completely honest they are both knuckle heads who need to get over themselves, but of course thats going to be a long way down the road. But yes, no matter what they are certainly going to act like brothers, I actually made Wallace purposly older by a year just so I could see him play that "I'm older than you card." I could actually see Wallace partially trying to prove himself to Bennett because to him Bennett is the pinnicale of Jazz sucess in his eyes at the moment as he hasn't been able to be close to anyone as close to it as him. I could see him being even partially angry seeing Bennett get to cocky since he had it all for a while and ruined it through his arogance, so like Wallace has

When George went to offer Hazel some of his reviving beverage, there was a hard pounding clamor which seemed like a thump on the entryway. The more hesitant they became, the louder and more restless the sound got to be. At first, George thought it was another of those sounds, yet he didn't generally observe an effect.

Atwood’s take on the character of Penelope in The Penelopiad first describes her as an average and modest woman with a single defining trait of intelligence, whereas Odysseus is introduced to the story as a cheat and a thief. In due time, Odysseus leaves to fight in the war against Troy, and then starts his ten year voyage back to Ithaca. However, in the twenty years he was gone, Penelope has learned to independently manage the land, and use her wits to trick the Suitors and learn of their plans. When Odysseus finally returns home, Penelope knows to not reveal his true identity and doesn’t tell him of her deceptive ways. The two characters have flipped traits in this way, as now Penelope is the master of tricks and Odysseus follows her lead.

I choke on laughter at her suggestion. How in hell could she possibly think that I would agree and go with her and Diego the Brazilian bull-dozer that ripped our family apart to live with in fucking Argentina?

Frances made a telephone call to one of her best friends who live in Manhattan. Her name was Christina. Frances started to tell Christina the whole situation between Michael and herself. Christina never met Michael before.

Imagine this, it’s noon and you’re outside on a beautifully sunny day. Everything is going perfectly swell until suddenly you’re swallowed by an unexpected wave of blistering hot air. You black out and moments, maybe hours later, you regain your conscience and find yourself stranded somewhere in an unnaturally gorgeous island. That’s practically the story of everyone who finds themselves on an island called Nil, and everyone who finds themselves on the mysterious island has exactly a year to leave before they die. On this pretty little island was a girl named Natalie. She was a veteran on Nil and had priority. Having priority meant that you

On the very last house of Durberry Lane lived two sisters. The first sister’s name was MacKenzie. She had tanned skin as if she lived in California instead of Kansas. Her blonde hair went along with her Californian vibe. The second sister’s name was Penelope. She had her sister’s blonde hair, but with chocolate brown eyes and a face painted with freckles.

Emily: (shakes her head) "No. I think Kate's motto has always been 'Don't bring your personal issues to work'."

While traditional readers of Homer’s, The Odyssey, view Odysseus as a hero, they often reduce Penelope to Odysseus’s helpless wife, but Penelope is more than just a damsel-in-distress. Penelope proves to be Odysseus’s heroic equal, as through her resilient, witty and strategic actions she ensures Odysseus fighting advantages over the suitors.

Penelope. The mother of Telemachus and the wife of Odysseus. She felt as if everything in her life was going wrong. Her dear husband had been gone for several years at this point, the suitors would soon be arriving, and her son Telemachus had left in the morning to find Odysseus. This leaves Penelope with who? She could not bare the thought of living in a world where she was constantly surrounded by suitors, so she decided to follow her son. He had left tht town of Ithica several hours before, but she was determined to catch up to him. Penelope packed her bag and left. The journey to find her husband and son was not going to be easy, but anything was better than staying at home. Athena saw that Penelope was in need of a disguise so that she

As of late, I have been pondering as to what I should do with thee and thy family. After many a days and long, sleepless nights, I have found my resolve. In the bitter end, my thoughts have concluded not to petty arguing but to a vehement brawl. Only a low-born fool would deny a challenge to defend his household! Is that what thou art? A low-born fool, petty, unmuzzled, and ill-nurtured. Why might I make such a rash decision to fight thee, one may ask. It should be as clear as the day is lively! This matter runs much deeper than futile loathing.

We tried to figure out where the smell was coming from, but we somehow ended up inside a giant cave. The giant cyclop appeared and locked the entrance. He later ate 6 of our men, two at a time. Great Ella blinded the cyclops, who was named polyphemus, after she offered him wine. Ella cleverly told polyphemus that her name is "No Man", so when the cyclops would scream for help of the other cyclops, he would say “No man has hurt me”. Our plan was successful and we got sheep from the island of the cyclops.

I wander around the carnival the scent of corn dogs and cotton candy lingering in the air all around me. Tents and rides line the roads, colorful lights flashing from them. The laughter of children constantly echos through the air. Making the carnival feel as alive as the sun. Something hard bumps into my shoulder and I'm pushed into the grass. I look up to see panicked chocolate brown eyes looking back into mine, a blush creeps into my cheeks.

“Ah, well there were some obstacles on the way back from my long and tiring trip. I’ll tell you over lunch,” Odysseus said. They gave Odysseus lunch and he started to talk about his story, “So this is how it started.”

“Damn you... damn you to hell!” I throw my sword in the blood soaked ground, tears running down my cheeks.