Chapter One
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One cool summer morning Artemis was chasing down a hunter that was killing for sport when she stopped. She couldn’t move. She struggled trying to break free, but the restrictions were too strong. The chains rubbed her legs, leaving a patch of burning skin. “What god or goddess would dare do this to me? I am doing this for the good of all animals,” Artemis began, now boiling with fury. She was mumbling about how dumbfounded she was when Zeus appeared. “Hello Zeus!” she called, waving an outstretched arm. “What did I do to deserve a visit from you?”
“Artemis,” he said as he bowed his head. “I have
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Her only thought was to wait. Although she knew the animal’s time was probably up, she pushed the thought away beginning to hum a little tune. Then trotting over the hill she saw Momma Moose. “Momma, momma, momma!” she repeated calling out to Momma Moose. “Moo,” The sound was mellow and heartfelt. Momma Moose stopped directly in front of Artemis. She clenched the chains in her mouth and trudged forward. Her hooves turned up mud from the earth, but Artemis didn’t mind. The attempt failed. Artemis and Momma Moose hung their heads in defeat. Then, trying a new strategy Momma took the chains in her horns. Struggling to keep moving, she plowed on. The success was taken.
Artemis jogged up and gave Momma Moose a nice long scratch. Running her fingers through Momma Moose 's coarse hair, “Thanks Momma Moose,” she whispered. Chapter Three
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Artemis felt revenge, like a lump in her throat, she couldn’t get out. She hated what the hunter had done and she felt equally about Zeus. Plotting out what to do next she decided to take care of Zeus first. After all, he was the one who had stopped
She was going to kill the man in which she had to marry, King Hammurabi. On the day of the wedding she would have her violent convicts kill him in return of release from the cold dark cells hidden beneath the depths of the ziggurat. ’Hello darling! what are you doing in here all alone and at this hour?’ Hammurabi questioned as he gave her a peck on the cheek.
she whispered. “AAAHHH!!!” she screamed. Right then she noticed that the bodies were her father and John. She immediately turned around and ran to try and get out of the woods.
“Thank you for lunch and your kindness. I am looking forward to joining your club and invite you to join the ASPCA,” Betty said before she noticed Louise was daydreaming. “Louise, are you with us?” Betty cleared her throat and asked while trying to get her attention. “Louise, I’m talking to you.”
She looked around warily before boarding the train. Her eyes haunted and with good reason. She had been widowed as recently as one week ago in a particularly violent raid. My heart surged with pity for her when I saw that she didn't have any children with her either. I lowered my eyes and snivled again.
Zeus laments Medea’s shattered heart as she explains that it feels hopeless if they can ever make it work between the two of them.
She wanted to continue talking about the problem at hand but, she knew better to drop it than to continue on. “Anybody else want to hear a story?” Azalea yells to the rest of the pack. Markus sits down and a couple of small wolves come over to join the storytelling. The rest of the wolves start to clean up the bones and dispose of them where the humans won’t find them.
“‘Hurricane Sandy is moving with rapid speed and increasing intensity toward the coast of Long Beach Island, New Jersey. It is advised that all civilians in the area evacuate this exigency.’” The man on the weather channel stated. Mom was in the kitchen, washing the dishes. Darwin and I were in the living room sitting on the couch.
Then she heard wolves she turned around and started running towards the house. She could hear the wolves getting closer to her. Then she finally made it to the house she ran in the door and closed it as quick as she could. The next week Rachael helped her dad and two sisters do the haystacks.
The Llama, The Turkey and The Moose: A Bio-Organic Chemistry Fable As a mother of three little girls with beautiful dark, curly hair, I spend a lot of time washing, detangling and styling their curls. There are often tears of pain while I comb out stubborn tangles and my little girls tell me that they wish they had straight “yellow” hair like their Barbie or the Disney princesses. I am so sad that they don’t appreciate the beauty of their natural ethnicity, so I made up a fable in the style of Aesop that I tell them to keep them entertained while I style their hair. My three pretty girls Once upon a time, there was a llama, a turkey and a moose.
After her mother 's funeral, she ran and after a fight with Hannah she ran. And in cases where she had to decide whether “fight or flight,” she always had the same solution. This happened during the raids in addition to when she was caught attempting to escape past the border. When her problems within the border came to be too much, her solution was running to the Wilds with Alex by her side. Running symbolizes control.
Achilles is maddened and appeals to his goddess mother saying, “If I am to die soon, shouldn’t I have what I want?” Feeling only sorrow for her son, Thetis requests Zeus to cause to Greeks to lose until Achilles fights again. Slowly the Greeks are pushed back farther and Agamemnon pleads with Achilles, offering Briseis back. Achilles declines due to his pride and the Trojans come close to burn the Greek ships. Even when a ship was burning, Achilles refused to fight and instead sends out Patroclus.
She didn't have the luxury of debating with herself or allowing herself to explore the pangs of empathy she felt towards the other woman and what had to have been a horrible experience before with her own kind. Gritting her teeth she turned on her heel, ducking into
Even after this, Athena feels like she deserves more credit for Odysseus’ journey home than he gives
She simply shrugged her shoulders , and kept walking. They had been through a lot since father had passed. A human had intruded their home and severed his heart. Once word spread throughout the humans that all the fairy tale creatures existed they set out to hunt us down. All of our ancestors
Even Hades’ land was trembling because of my unending clamor and strife. As humiliating as it is, Zeus struck me down with a single lightning bolt the size of ten Pantheons. My back crashed down onto the cool, yet rough