Out Of The City And Into The Stories

The litter is unsteady as it goes, and up and down it trembles. Cassandra supposes when one’s life is on the verge of death, their senses become sharper, they take each bitter, each sour, each salty, and each sweet experience in deeply. Agamemnon’s wife, Clytemnestra, rushes forward upon seeing her husband. She does not acknowledge Cassandra’s presence publicly. The woman only sends a harsh glare her way. Behind the veil of anger, Cassandra senses the feelings of anxiety, betrayal, and a deep mourning for a loved one. “My king,” The queen clasps her husband’s ankles the same way Cassandra did for Athena at the goddess’s temple, “It brings me such joy that I see you well and alive after so many lonely years.” Agamemnon smiles foolishly at her, drunk on success, or so what he believed it be. “Yes, my dear, I’ve missed you, too. Do not kneel on the ground; it will not do for a high queen. Stand up, for I am only your husband. There’s no need for such formalities.” He takes her hand and pu

Oh, how the tongues of red licked up the skies of gray. The city of Troy was burning. Cassandra was right. The horse was all a strategic plan set up as an ambush, the Argives were hidden inside the hollow wooden structure, and all hell had broke loose in the middle of the dark. She couldn’t sleep last night, and how fortunate she was. It was all so sudden, being woke up by loud clanging metals and bright orange lights that lit up her city. The first thing Cassandra did was to rush towards the temple of Athena, and now she prays to the goddess, clasping her feet, begging for help. She kneels by the statue, helpless. She thinks back to what Athena’s half-brother had offered the morning before, but it was all too late. Cassandra can already hear the heavy thump of footsteps approaching. She curls her body closer to the goddess. Surely even their enemies wouldn’t dare disobey the rules of the gods? But they do, and Cassandra feels two palms press against her waist. They try to drag her off

There’s a knock on her door. There hasn’t been one for three years. Cassandra lays her scroll down, and she steps up to her front door. She steels herself, because she knows exactly who is on the other side of the door. He is the reason he is the only one who even dares to visit. Cassandra unlocks the door and pushes it open. And there he stands, in his divine glory that the bards will forever sing with praise. She stares at him, and he stares at her, before nodding curtly and stepping inside her room. “Apollo,” Cassandra’s voice is tight with the pent-up anger that pushed against her heart, “What do you want?” Her fingernails dig into her palm. She knows there will be nothing that benefits her, but he is a god, and gods do not take refusals easily. He tries to smile, but he can’t. Apollo regrets the curse he placed upon her. He had been livid with fury, his head was muddled by thoughts of lust and it just made sense at the time. “I’m here to offer you a deal.” He knows it is not likel

I've decided to put off my lazy butt, and I absolutely will  update tonight. I'm almost done with the first part (I just need to type it on my laptop; my draft was handwritten.) Look out for the first part tonight (I don't know what I'll call it yet, but I'll probably come up with it soon enough) 8/23 16:17 Cindy out~ Edit: (16:40) I have good news~ I just finished typing out the first part of Cassandra , and it's only roughly around 700 words or so. And as for the name, I've decided to name it Expected Visits & Unexpected Horses .

Hey guys! Because of me moving, I don't have the time to upload Cassandra , even though it's my favorite yet and I want to divide it into a couple small parts. Part of it was my procrastinating half, but half of it is me having an (surprise!) absolutely anxiety-inducing mock exam coming up right after school starts, and I also have some summer vaca homework that I just found out that I had to do today. But this just sounds like me making excuses for myself, so today I'll include a piece of my mind of my take on reality versus fantasy. - Sometimes, you dream of fantasy. You wish for magic and long for myth. You live in search of the great tales of old and the epic voyages of the ancient warriors. You open wardrobes to expect to find a winter wonderland, close your eyes yearning to find a place to escape from the mundane reality. But, also, sometimes, you forget that the heroes of legends are also bound to their own realities. They have their own rules to follow, the own laws

Heya dudes! I'm back! So I understand that a couple weeks ago I had said that I'd post my experience on the transfer test and a new story if I had passed the test. So, obviously, I'm here cause I passed, but the thing is, I'm moving these couple days, and tomorrow I will hopefully update my masterlist of mythological drabbles. As compensation for these empty days, I will tell you the character I'm writing about: Cassandra of Troy! I, as always, might change the plot from its original myths. Also, if there's someone out there who actually reads this, it'll be awesome if you comment down below what character you want me to write about. Here's a photo that I want to share as a memoir from my last day here in Taipei for my following years in high school. (Not including trips and such): Last but not least, here's to the day tomorrow when I leave. *clinks water bottle against yours as a kind of deep, uncertain feeling pulls against my heart*