Persephone-Personal Narrative

She checked the shoebox beneath her bed every night, just to make sure her hidden world was still thriving. And it always was the same as she left it night before, as if time stopped without her presence. Miniscule vines crawled up the cardboard insides of the box, searching for the sky. Trees, the largest ones as thick as her thumb, rooted in the thin bottom of the box. She had created the forest, and as a god wanted something to rule.

This time I ran to the door to catch what was making that noise, and I hid next to the door. There was a light moving around my front door in circles, like someone had a flashlight, moving it around. I stood sideways at the door, determined to catch whatever was there. When I stood sideways at the door to catch what was in the bushes, I looked through the window on the door -and I saw a whole family.

Truth was though I was transported to another world completely different form ours. The foundation for their society was based on cultivating magic an might, but like all dreams the real thing was nothing like I expected.

Left, right, back and forth… I swear we had passed the exact same pine tree for the eighth time, but how would I know I was surrounded with pine trees? The trees were tall towering above us, blending in with the darkness above. With every step we took on the snow spread ground you could hear the soft pillows of snow crunching under our feet. As dusk was setting the forest was filled with the sounds of animals coming out that night, every now and then the hoot of an owl, or the howl of a dog. Ethan still looking for a way out of the forest, never actually admitting that we were lost.

I followed all of Foster’s directions and annotated the short story. What I realized was that Laura was having conflicting thoughts. She tried and wanted to believe what her mother did, but ultimately she actually cared about the lower class. Her mother wanted to rule the lower class; while Laura wanted to help them, in a way. I feel as though this happens a lot in ones teenage years.

Softly sloshing, Jack trudged through the sodden pine needles of the evergreen forest. A fine mist was coming down from the ominous blanket of clouds which had swiftly moved in catching him off guard and Jack could hear the sound of a few solitary birds chirping in the trees. He had walked this path so many times that he didn’t even pay attention to where he was stepping, he just allowed his sore knees and swollen ankles to carry him across the entanglement of tree roots and eroded rocks as he scanned the forest for any sign of life. Eyeing ahead, he saw nothing of interest and decided to go off of his well packed trail. He placed his hands, covered in calice on the cold rocks and pulled himself up and out of the embankment in which the path

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Will’s and Michael’s disappointed. My siblings’ unsure and some angry. They wanted to fight. They wanted to defend their home and our dad. But I stopped them.

One day 7 years ago, my mom and I were in the living room; my dad was in the kitchen, cooking up his famous spaghetti and meatballs. Scooby-Doo and the gang were on the television, chasing a werewolf. I sat on my mother’s lap watching the sunlight rise from the window. Unfortunately, I was a thinker.

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That dream is now dead and I have no reason to continue living this life. A few weeks passed after that incident and I began contemplating ways to kill myself. The only reason I hadn’t yet was because I didn’t want my mother to think poorly of me in heaven. Then the day came when a new handmaid was delivered to my commander.

Persephone sighed, she stood where she always stood and repeated the lines she always had to recite, “Can I get a name for that order?” Eleus, Grecek, a small town had never been a place that people flocked to see, nor a place that passersby even stopped to on the way to destinations people actually wanted to see. Eleus was a town where nothing really happened. No flowers grew except the occasional dandelion in the crack of a sidewalk; No birds sang except the occasional crow cawing from the telephone wire. Everything was gray, as was Persephone’s life, until one day where everything changed.

Still admiring the constellation, I took a deep breath of cool mountain air and started walking. Under the dim light, I could see the faint features of my cabin mates and my counselors. Even though it was only 3am, I wasn’t tired at all. I was ready to make the two and a half mile walk to my favorite place in the whole world. As we entered the forest, the ground turned from grass to gravel, and the moonlight barely leaked through the dense trees.

Her parents and up to her and tried to apologize, but that didn’t work. Esibiana touched her sister, that had been turned into a stone, and cried. She ran away and disappeared with her sadness. As she ran away and could feel like if her soul was turning off. Then, she was alone.

Maybe it wasn’t a dream. Maybe it was Laura or Aaron lurking in my room waiting for me to fall asleep so they can sneak out and have another affair. She told herself.