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Here is the short story. I wrote this for English. We had to research a country and write a story set in that country. I chose Greece. Ancient Greece to be precise. Originally, I had written the 4th paragraph as to the point as possible. I mean, I couldn't exactly go all out as it was for school. After I got the paper back and it was graded(I got an A) I tweaked it to this format. Anyway, on to the story.
*Note: Italicized text are thoughts. Except for the 4th paragraph. Which is a vision.
Damaris' Mistake
---The sun was setting; the beautiful colors a sight to behold. It wasn't too hot as it was 6:00 p.m. and with the light breeze it felt great to be out. Alexis loved Grecian weather. But clouds loomed on her horizon and she could feel it. It was strange. The closer she got to the temple, the heavier the feeling became. She almost wanted to turn back. "Ridiculous. I'm only going to the temple to pray. Why on earth should that give me this feeling of dread?"
---When she arrived she greeted one of the temple priestesses she happened to be friends with. Minerva slightly waved, as she was on duty and couldn't converse with the "commoners." Alexis understood this and continued on to what she had dubbed "her corner." It was in the very back of the temple and she prayed there every time she visited.
---She sat down on her knees, put her hands together, and bowed her head. "Great Aphrodite. I pray to you in the hopes that you can help make everything perfect for my wedding next week. I love my betrothed and I know he loves me. I wish for everything to be perfect." She was about to start praying to Helios, the God of the sun, when an image began to form in her head. Minerva had told her about visions from the gods before, so she knew to stay absolutely still.
---Lysander was with a woman. In his bedroom. They were talking. But then they stopped. And started to kiss, very passionately. They undressed each other, each movement a caress. They lay on the bed and continued to caress and fondle each other. After a time that felt like ages, Lysander rose above the woman and sank into her with one hard, deep thrust. They both held absolutely still, savoring the moment. Then... they began to move. Lysander was gentle until the woman came to her first peak. This seemed to set something in him off and he began thrusting into her. After a minute of savoring her climax, the woman began to match his pace. Soon after, she cried out in pleasure. Lysander followed shortly after. It was then that the woman's face became visible. It was Damaris, Alexis' best friend.
---"No!" Alexis clutched her heart, screaming in pain. "It cannot be!"
---Minerva had heard her friend's scream and quickly walked toward the back corner.
---She found herself on the ground quickly being passed by a whirl of color.
---"Alexis!" She screamed after her friend. But it was too late. She was already out the door of the temple.

---Alexis was frantic. She couldn't believe the vision. Wouldn't believe the vision. It had to be wrong. Lysander loved her. She knew it. He had declared his love for her. Their wedding was in a week! He would not betray her. Nor would Damaris. If that was the case, then why was she running Helter Skelter to get home?
---She wanted to prove the vision wrong. She had to prove the vision wrong.
---When she was outside the wooden door of their white washed adobe home with the red clay roof, she stopped and caught her breath. Some part of her told her she had to be as quiet as possible. So she slipped through the door, praying it wouldn't creak. Everything was dark. Usually Lysander was in the courtyard reading. So she checked there, only to find it empty. A faint glowing came from her left. She stiffened and slowly turned to look at what she knew to be Lysander's bedroom window. The candle was flickering and throwing shadows upon the wall.
---There were two figures. A male and a female talking. Alexis walked out of the courtyard, and through the house to the bedroom door. It was slightly open and she could see the bed perfectly. As well as the two figures. She watched emotionless as they began to undress. And as they began to do that which she and Lysander would do on the night of their wedding. Well, would have done. She turned away and walked to the kitchen.
---When she got back they had just finished. She heard them whispering words of love and soft promises. At this point, she didn't care any longer. All she could feel was pain. Immense pain. And anger. So much anger. It would kill her if she didn't release them. So she did the only thing she could think of at the moment. She walked through the door, silently.
---She crept up to the bed and appeared behind Lysander. Damaris looked up and her eyes widened in surprise and panic. Alexis raised the knife and plunged it through Lysander's back. Damaris screamed as her lover collapsed on top of her; dead. Alexis looked at her with a mad glint in her eyes. That had felt good. So good. So she did it again. This time to the other who had betrayed her. But she didn't kill Damaris. Immediately, any way. She stabbed her again and again until her best friend's screams finally died out.
---And with the ringing in her ears left by the silence, she laughed. And laughed. Laughs of the deranged. Laughs of despair. Tears streamed down her face. She threw up. Then promptly collapsed, the events of the night having worn her out physically and emotionally.

---The next morning, Alexis woke up confused. "Blood? Where did that come from?" She couldn't remember the events of the night before. "Why am I on the floor of Lysander's bedroom covered in blood? With a knife, no less." And then it all came rushing back. As if her memory were on fast-forward, she remembered everything. Up until she saw Damaris and Lysander in the bed. She couldn't remember anything after that.
---She slowly stood up and looked at the bed.
---Screamed.
---"No! What have I done?!" Her mind flooded with disbelief. How could she? She had killed her best friend and her fiance. All the facts finally seeped through her brain.
---Her fiance had cheated on her with her best friend.
---She had come home and seen the treacherous act.
---She killed them both, and by the looks of Damaris' body it hadn't been a quick death. At least for her.
---She knew what had to be done. She would be condemned by society when they found the bodies. Put to death or thrown in prison. She could run. Or...
---It only took one, smooth, clean cut. As she watched her blood flood the floor she began to feel at peace. All of her emotions were disappearing, along with her consciousness. Then all she could see was
---Black.

I wrote this just this week. For the poetry contest the guild's hosting actually.... I don't think I'll enter it but I still kind of like it. Hope you do as well.
Move On
Move on.
Move on.
Forget everybody else,
Because we all know
we don't give a damn
about others.

Don't help people.
Don't give charity.
You expose a weakness
in your quest to help others.
And it will be exploited.

Ignore the suffering,
Ignore the screaming.
Because you know
they would do the same
to you.

Sacrifice yourself
for another.
For this will redeem
you when compared
to all the bad things you've done.
We'll miss you when you're gone.

I wrote this last year. I was sitting in English class when all of the sudden...BAM! My muse hit me over the head. Some people made fun of it because of certain lines. Stupid illiterate perverts. Oha nd is it me, or does it sound a bit like a Poe?
Darkness
Darkness.
It's all around.
Squeezing,
Sucking,
Suffocating all,
The light.

Killing all good,
Rejuvinating all evil.
It calls
Beckoning me
away from the light.

I can hear it.
Like Death
Pounding,
Pounding
At my door.

It tempts,
Oh how it tempts.
I want
To follow it
But I know I cannot.

The Darkness
It's all around.

I love your poetry, especially that last one! heart
I'm sorry, though, I havent read your short story yet... sweatdrop