9/11 Short Stories

By the golden sun rays shining against the long grass, that was stained with the fragrance of heather flowers, lay a village named Mineanite. It was everyone’s dream to live there. There was a clear, shimmering lake, and the sound of birds chirping, sitting on a tree branch, was music to your ears. The people who live upon this village could not express their feelings on how beautiful their place was. The people did not have emotions. The village could not help but to make the face of a child who has been through hours of boring lecturing. Beyond Mount Olympus, was a marble castle, where the god, Apollo, the creator of all humanity, and his three daughters lay. One was named Faustina and the other Fedora. Their beauty stood out to everyone. They were astonished by their blonde, locks, pale, clear skin, and their eyes was the color of a Topaz. His last daughter, Aileen was the complete opposite to his other daughters. Aileen was the most hideous of their family. She had none of the features that her sisters had. She had messy dirty, brown hair, a mole with little strands of hair sprouting on top, and a unibrow, across her face.

Apollo

The forest was where all the prisoners would stay as a punishment. Only gods and goddesses could enter and exit the forest. It was only possible with the a god’s permission. The wind blew past the dying trees and the crispy leaves danced on the floor. The dirt was damp and you could smell the decomposing wood linger from the ground. Tall silhouettes of the trees hovered above Aileen. She didn't mind how terrify the forest was, she just kept running. Aileen stumbled across a witch, but she was much more beautiful than all of the goddesses she had seen. The witch floated in mid air, sleeping in peace. She had a tall, slender body, with brown curls, the cloth of her dress was colored like the night sky, and her eyes were