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She raised her palms to the sky, fingers spread, and sunk her toes into the earth. Heat-filled particles of light warmed her face and the moist cool matter softened her toes. This was life and she relished in its glory.

Nature was her mother and the ruler of the cosmos was her father. She imagined herself as a tree, her feet diving down into the rich folds of the earth, planting their roots, while her fingers extended to the heavens forming into a million branches. Leaves and flowers exploded from her branches as they begged for the gift of light from the sun.

She walked in beauty. From where she stood, a gathering of red poppies reached to her gently brushing against her calf, begging to feel her touch. She leaned forward caressing the petals with the tips of her fingers and the flowers gently kissed her face in return. She laughed. She had always imagined that poppies would make for extremely faithful friends, providing every comfort and need in times of despair, but they would always maintain a chipper demeanor in spite of such travesty. If she had her pick of friends, she would pick poppies.  

Helios drug the sun across the sky, his steeds pounding against the clouds. She delighted in its slow, yet steady passage.

She waved to Helios, though she knew he would not see her and if he did, he would not recognize her. No one would—mortal man or God or demi-God. She had been sheltered in this garden of Demeter's. It was beauteous: filled with forests, streams, and meadows. She could not hate the garden, for it was filled with life and freedom. It was not the garden's fault she was so contained.

"Persephone!" A voice called in the distance, rising alongside the wind. She sighed, rising from her bath of poppy kisses. The wind swirled around her, pulling her into its arms.

"Persephone!" The wind delivered its message again.

She giggled. "I heard perfectly well. Mana wants me?"

The wind swirled around her, causing her chiton to fly in several directions. She danced within the wind enjoying the cool air against her sun-kissed face.

After a few moments, the wind died down and pulled her along. She laughed as her feet were always seconds away from missing the ground. She took leaps too large for her legs and the wind constantly had to keep her lofted as it ushered her towards the temple. "I'm coming, I'm coming." She spoke out of breath.

The wind deposited her at the doorstep of her mother's temple, flicking the ends of her long, curly hair. She waved as the wind flew somewhere else in the big brilliant golden blue. A pang hit her chest, slightly knocking her breath: to be in the sky, what a place to be.

"Persephone, there you are. The nymphs lost track of you."

She did not mind her mother. Her eyes were fixed to the white forms against the blue sky. She saw a tree and a bear in the sky, she smiled. A dark cloud swirled in the distance, a deep purple gray.

"You should not wander so far away. I can't protect you past the river."

"Of course, Mana. I know the boundaries." She turned to her mother, the golden Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest, of Mother Gaia's bounty. She was not as bountiful in her looks as her mother. Demeter possessed golden hair and blue eyes, while she possessed dark chestnut brown hair and green eyes. She had always imagined she was a reflection of her father, the mysterious wielder of the thunderbolt and the powerful ruler of the sky. Perhaps the storm is because of him.

"You worry me when you wander off by yourself. The nymphs try and keep track of you and you should let them. You do not know the evils that exist beyond my garden. Here you are safe. Do you understand?"

"Mana, look at the clouds, a storm is coming. Can't you feel it the air? The wetness of it?" She pointed at the cloud formation to the East, not far behind Helios and his golden chariot.

Demeter sighed. "Hopefully, it won't pass before dinner."

"What is for dinner?" She stared at the entrance, dreading the initial contact of her bare feet with the cool alabaster. It was always unpleasant and she rather disliked it. It almost made her consider sandals, but her feet hated being contained.  

"There was quite the assortment of offerings today."

She made one last glance at the perfect storm forming high in the clouds. She stepped inside and began walking to the dining hall with Demeter, hoping that she could quickly finish and go outside once more, just so that she could dance in the rain.

All throughout dinner, she felt the clouds roll in, threatening to thunder. Rain would come at any moment. She tapped her foot, shoveling food into her mouth.

Her mother kept eyeing her with disapproval. She knew her mother treasured their dinners, but she needed to be outside. This storm was going to be big, huge even. To miss it would be murderous.

"Did you make any discoveries while you were out in garden today?"

"No, but I discovered that enormous storm pattern. It should be hitting at any moment." She tore off a chunk of bread, as she stuffed it into her mouth.

"Must you eat so quickly? I would like to enjoy dinner with you."

"I'll be out quickly after. I promise." She dropped her spoon and quickly rose from her chair.

"No, Persephone. You are not going anywhere until I am done. All that I have of you is our dinners."

"Mana. I just want to go out into the rain. I will be right back."


She could just scream with frustration. She felt the rain fall from the clouds before it began to patter on the roof.

"I don't understand this obsession with the sky. The garden loves you. You should tend better to them."

Her hands shook. She threw them at her sides, so that her mother wouldn't see. The sky, it was everything. The life-giver and death harbinger all at once. It fed the trees and watered the flowers. It spread their seed across the land. As easily as it nourished, it destroyed: pulling trees from their roots, flooding land, drying out lakes. It killed that which it created. It was beautiful process.

Then, there was the amazing phenomenon of the sky: the stars. The mortals said the stars were painted onto a bronze dome surrounding the earth in which Atlas spun on his back so that the stars would rise and set, as the sun. Who painted all those stars? She needed to know. Her father was of the sky, so a part of her was too. She felt it: in her bones, blood, and her soul.

She looked once to her mother and twice to the door. She ran.

"Persephone!" Her mother called urgently. But she ignored her. Too long has she lived in this shelter, she would not be deprived of the sky too. Her mother could not lock her away, she would not let her.

Through the maze of hallways and out the temple, she ran directly in the rain. It was warm and sticky. The static charge of energy wafted through the air.

Lightning struck.

Her soul was set aflame as she danced. The rain droplets fell onto her and flew off her all in one moment. Mud dressed her feet. She threw her head back, intently listening to the music of the rain, forcing herself to succumb to it fully.

Thunder rolled.

She fell to her knees. Hot tears poured down her cheeks. She just wanted to belong to the sky, maybe to even live on Mount Olympus, in the clouds. She wanted to ride with Helios in his chariot and watch Hephaestus forge the thunderbolt, and better yet to watch Zeus—her father—wield it. She could not believe that all the gods on Mount Olympus were all evil, especially Zeus. He couldn't be.

She felt a soft hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off.


Her stomach clenched her breath, she shook. "I am part of the sky. It is a part of me. I can't help it."

"I know."

"If he is a part of me, then what does that make me? What does he make me?"

Her mother pulled her into her bosom and she cried, allowing her mother to soothe her. "Oh my child, you are not him. You cannot be blamed for the transgressions of your father."

"But he raped you. I am the fruit of his seed."

"And fruit of my womb. Never forget that. You are part earth and sky. You are both."

"I just wanted to be in the rain."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

"You are my love, my greatest gift to the earth. I love you."

"I love you too, Mana."

They held onto each other as the rain fell, connected earth and sky, dirt and water, mud and thunder. A desperate part of her wanted to meet her father, but she would never tell her mother. She wanted to meet this man, to look him in the eye, to see what kind of man he was. She needed to know how much of him was in her.

After the rain subsided, they went inside and washed the mud off their skin and clothes. A few nymphs started a fire in the hearth and they all laid around it drying off and warming up. She hugged her knees, trying to keep her feelings trapped inside her chest and stomach.

The nymphs gossiped and told stories, Demeter even participated, but that night Persephone noticed that her smile never reached her eyes. As for Persephone, she kept quiet, listening to the left over rain patter against the roof.

For the next week, she did not wander away from the nymphs as her mother wanted. But when they were not looking, she glanced to the forest and heard the rushing of the river that marked her mother's boundary.

She knew for certain her mother would never let her leave. Her mother would not allow her the decision at all. She didn't really know if she wanted to leave, but all she knew was that there was more to the universe than what she could see from her mother's corner of earth.

She had never left this garden. The trees felt like massive, impenetrable walls, caging her in. She planned her escape, the second week after the incident. Although, her mother did let up a bit on some of her rules, allowing Persephone to observe the weather whenever it came. But one rule remained, stay within the boundary. She was watched night and day, though Demeter tried to conceal this fact.

She felt more like a prisoner than a daughter. Soon, the only thoughts that plagued her were of escape, hopefully, to Mount Olympus to meet her father. All she needed was a way to get there.

Though both her parents were gods, Persephone was not immortal. Like many of the children of the gods, she was to earn her immortality or marry a God. Above all, she was not a decision-maker in the realms of the gods, her fate seemed determined by a higher being than she. She ran a risk of becoming a pawn of Zeus, but she hoped for the best and prayed that Hera would not kill her immediately.

Because of her status she, herself, unescorted could not travel to Olympus. She knew of someone who could, and might even help her, if she managed to get his attention. Helios.

Helios was known as the All-Seer, since he crossed the earth every day observing all as he carried the sun through the sky. If she managed to escape her mother's boundary, she could call his attention and tell him who she was. She would ask him to take her to Olympus to meet her father and make a proper introduction to Olympus.

After all that, then she could decide what kind of life she needed to lead. She knew if she stayed, she wouldn't get the opportunity to decide. Even if she discovered her purpose, she would be forced to tend to the garden to the end of her days. While she loved the garden, she wanted to discover the world for herself. She wanted to live among the stars and bask in their glow.

Finally the day came when the nymphs had forgotten the incessant need to continuously watch her. Quietly, and delicately, she snuck away. She backed into a few shrubs, made her way through the meadow, and finally to the tree line. She made it to the river, once she crossed she would be outside of Demeter's protection. No one could stop her.

She found a slow, calm section of the river, underneath a willow tree. The tree extended out its long limbs to her, caressing her hair, pulling her into its boughs.

"I will be back, one day. I promise. I need to do this."

The tree shook its leaves and let her out of its grasp. She reached down and placed her fingers in the water. It was cool, but not cold. Warm enough to swim. The river was about fifteen feet wide. She slipped off her chiton and asked the willow tree to fling it across the river.  

She dove in and swam quickly to the other side. There was a current, but it was not too strong for her to swim across. The fish joined her in her swim. It took a few moments before she reached the edge and climbed out, holding onto tree roots as she lifted herself from the water.

She stepped foot on the ground. Flowers bloomed where she stepped. She looked across the river, viewing the willow. Now that she was here, she almost did not know what to do. She grabbed her chiton.

She found a rock where she could dry off in the sun. While she dried, she observed the river. She was on the other side, out of mother's protection. She smiled. She was free, truly free. The birds sang. The river flowed. The sun shined. All was the exact same as before, except it was entirely different.

She threw on her chiton. She ran through the forest, running out of the sight of the river, and climbed up the first tree that came within her path.

She grabbed each thick branch, propelling herself forward, pushing out to the top. She broke through the leaves and turned her face to the sky. The warmth from the sun felt more glorious than it ever had before, deep, rich and filled with a full spectrum of colors. She savored the feel.

She cast her eyes upon the rich blue sky. Helios charged forth, his steeds galloping at full speed.

"Helios!" She cried at the top of her lungs. Her heart beat wildly in her chest and her blood rushed through her veins.

Helios turned to look at her, his golden helmet glinting daringly in the light.

"I am Persephone, daughter of Zeus and Demeter. For all my life, Demeter has locked me within her garden, preventing me from seeking an audience with my father. Could you help me reach Mount Olympus?"

He looked down upon her, judging her for a moment. He nodded. "Persephone, daughter of Zeus and Demeter, I will have Hermes deliver your message to Olympus. Zeus will send for you."

Relief flooded through her. She had not known the anticipation she felt. If Helios denied to help her, then she had no clue what she should have done--would have done.

"Thank you, great All-Seer, Helios!"

Helios nodded before returning to directing his carriage across the sky. She smiled, unable to contain her joy. Her mouth felt like it would split her face open from the joy in which she felt.

She jumped down from her tree. Now, all she had to do was wait for Hermes to collect her. She turned to the tree. It was a beautiful, giant wych elm tree, with thick green leaves. It was her savior. She placed a kiss upon its trunk, to show her gratitude. Its branches and leaves reached towards her in their appreciation. She threw her head back and laughed. "Thank you for raising me into your highest branches."

Her giggling was disrupted by a low and distant rumble. She turned her head to the sky, looking for a break in the trees. She squinted.

"Strange," she said to no one in particular. "I did not see any storm clouds in the sky. Nor do I feel any weight in the air."

The rumbling became louder and louder. She heard heavy breathing. She turned behind her.

In the distance she saw a tall, dark figure, in a black chariot drawn by four horses, heading directly towards her. She froze. The figure wore a dark helmet. They were cold. Every tree they past shriveled, every flower turned brown and died. No grass lived past the hooves of the horses. It was as if the cold grip of death himself, strangled out each life in his way. A high shriek pierced through the air. Only once she was out of breath did she realize it was her own.

She dashed for the nearest tree, desperately trying to find a branch to climb onto. Maybe if she climbed to the top she wouldn't be trampled, maybe she could save the life of this tree if she clung to its branches. She heard the hoof steps grow louder, more thunderous, more terrifying with each step.

Something grabbed hold of her and pulled her off the tree. She watched in horror as the tree died before her eyes right as her touch was forcibly pulled away. With its final spark of life, the tree reached to her. She cried. There was so much destruction, beyond the force of nature, beyond the magic of the sky. This was not beautiful, it was monstrous.

The front horses bucked before they circled around the tree, her beautiful elm tree. "No!" She screamed. Hermes would not know where to find her. She needed to go back. She needed to comfort the wildlife that still remained. Tears poured down her face. Steam only rose from where her tears fell.

She turned to see that which destroyed her tree, that which destroyed all the life around her. She locked eyes with cool, black eyes. Coldness gripped her, ceased her. All that was left was a void: a void of life, light, and warmth. A darkness fell over her and her body went limp.
Here is my second attempt at telling Persephone's story.

This is the first installment. I don't know how many there will be. I hope I set it up well enough.

A few side notes:

Mana is like Mama or Mom in Greek.

The title is a play off another title of a novel that I recently read and adored: The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake by Aimee Bender. Food is very important in that story, and the magical is wound with the ordinary, something that I hope to capture except in reverse. Maybe? I do not know if I will keep the title, but I do love it.

Enjoy! And Happy New Year! =D



I added a preview picture of my story. I do not own this picture. It is "Summer" by Alphonse Mucha.

I loved the way he depicted summer, with the flowing brown locks, and the crown of poppies. I feel in many ways this embodies Persephone. It is a beautiful picture. I absolutely adore the picture and love his style. :heart:
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Dawnfur8888 Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Wow! It is awesome!
Dawnfur8888 Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
It's really beautiful! The feeling of the story, the dunamic words and extended vocabulary... I love this! It's a masterpiece. I really am jealous, and wish I had your talent!
Madame-Enfer Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2013
That was stunning. Can't wait to read the next installment.
txanchika Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! =] There are already more installments. There are four chapters of The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds.
Madame-Enfer Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2013
When shall the fifth arrive?
TobiasLaFae Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2013
Love it! Onto part 2 :D
lonelynightrain Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Wow...this is beautiful!
WinterCat18 Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2012
I love this story can't wait for more :)
txanchika Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
=] Thank you!!!
lululetti Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Totally addictive! :D
More please more please! :D
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
lol. Thanks. =]
espalion Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2012
Hi :) Well I must say, this was even greater than your first attempt, and I thought that one was pretty great.
Just one thing before I rave about how much I like it, Hades' chariot is at the moment pulled by houses XD which was a bit of confusing imagery for a moment.
Onward to the raving!
I really like how you portray her character: often I find when writers write from a "godly" perspective, they portray their characters as too human. Persephone has probably received a very peculiar childhood, and she can't have a "normal" thought process, at least I don't think. And she doesn't :) there is this ripple of irrationality that you sense in her character that is really natural when you consider her world and her heritage :) It's really great that you managed to portray that, many writers don't even see the need. So congrats on that one.
The other thing that I really like is the huge contrast between the life that Persephone brings and the death that is Hades. I'm familiar with Persephone's myth but never really connected to the fact that she could be seen as Hades' polar opposite, and you really managed to bring that out, which is pretty cool.
So keep writing, and I will keep reading...
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
LOL! Thanks for the catch! Geez. XD That IS confusing imagery. ^_^' my bad.

Thanks! =] I've spent almost a good year trying to get into Persephone's mind. Her past is pretty screwed up and her future is too. These gods have everything and when they are denied something, they take it. It's true of pretty much every myth. They are like children in that way, and Persephone doubly so because of the sheltered life she has lived.

Hades kidnapped three women: some nymph, Persephone, and another nymph. All of them were strongly associated with life. I see Hades as a person who so desperately wishes to possess life, that he would steal it from another. =]

I can't wait to write more of this! I have a little notebook that I carry around with me for all my ideas on this particular story!


Are you going to write anymore of your fan fic of your sister's story? ^_^
espalion Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2012
Ask and you shall receive, haha! Yes the last part of chapter 1 has been written, I hope you like it, I really fought with the damn thing...
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I understand how that can go. Some chapters are difficult and you just want to strangle them, others just pop out of you--no problem. I wish they all came out in the latter way. That's kind of how it is for the next chapter of my Pomegranate Seed story. I know how I want the parts after to go, but starting it has been tricky. It needs to go just a certain way. :P It's alluding me, but I'm very close to a solution. =D

I will read it as soon as I can. =] Probably tomorrow sometime to break up some of the school materials that I have to read. =D It shall be a welcome break. ^_^
espalion Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2012
I love notebooks for exactly that reason :)
I have this love/hate relationship with greek and roman mythology for exactly that reason... I'm often confused at how such knowledgeable and advanced people would accept and create such petty, unwise gods, but I suppose it might have been their way to express their misunderstanding at the randomness of life and death. After all, it's easier to blame Poseidon, seeing his character, for a tidal wave, than it is to blame God today...
The one thing I like about this particular myth though is the love that Hades had for Persephone. He was faithful to her, and apart from Cupid and Psyche, it's not often seen on Olympus, I guess. So I always thought it was cute, kidnapping aside ^^
One myth I greatly dislike, on the other hand, is Orpheus's descent to the underworld... I always thought his wife was so STUPID...
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Actually, their philosophers didn't. There is evidence to suggest that their philosophers were beginning to form their gods into one god with different extensions. But then they were wars and people died and they were conquered and regressed. *sigh*

They had intellectuals who believed in the gods but not their accompanying stories. Some didn't believe at all--they were usually killed.

The one time Hades was going to have an indiscretion, Persephone stopped him--he was kidnapping another poor nymph. I think he might have truly loved her, considering how when Peirithoos meant to kidnap her for himself he stuck him in a chair of eternal torment. Lol do not mess with Hades' lady. Zeus appeared to Persephone, a few times, pretending to be her husband. She fell for a mortal who did not love her back.

But for the most part, they are the only couple in greek mythology that were faithful.

I've always hated Hera. She was so vindictive towards Zeus's lovers (more like the women Zeus raped and his progeny from them) and never wrathful to him. Never got that one.
ShiningSteel Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I love Hades and Persephone stories. Your writing is beautiful and engaging, especially the interactions with Persephone and her mother. I also enjoy seeing Persephone portrayed as a free spirit. :+fav:
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
^_^ THANK YOU! =D :hug:
I have always loved Greek myths, and this is one of my favorites. It's so well written and I can't wait to read more
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! =D
no problem, you're a wonderful writer.
phantomgirl91 Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2012
Wow I'm officially in awe of this story! One of the great traits of a writer is their ability to hook readers in their first chapter and you hooked me successfully :D I've always loved Greek mythology and the story of Hades and Persephone's story is in a sense the original 'Beauty and the Beast' I'm interested to see where you take this.

I'm studying English in school and Creative Writing and I think this story has a lot of potential (As I'm sure you know ;) )and a couple of things I wanted to praise were the great character development within this first chapter. I get Persephone and she comes across three dimension-ally for so early in the story. The relationship between her and Demeter is believable; despite being mythological icons their emotions are well done and authentically human. You also seem good at balancing out the elements of the myth while incorporating it as your own.

One of the things I'm looking forward to most is Hades and Persephone's relationship, because that's going to take a lot of work to make the emotions and feelings believable. I've read your Mias and Elle fanfic and thought their relationship was incredibly well done. Due to your previous work I have great confidence in your ability to create a freakin awesome love/hate in this piece.

Wow didn't realize this would be so long, hopefully you find this encouraging, keep up the awesome stories! :D
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the feedback! =D

I worked really hard to try and make it seem as real as possible. I want my story, although it might be mythology, to loose that distance it usually has with the readers. I wanted to get to the soul or essence of these characters.

I have so much character developing to do before I can even introduce Persephone to Hades. o.0 And then there is the mom....and the politics of the underworld. The next bit is quite detailed and requires a lot of knowledge of the underworld. That's what I've been filling my days lately, trying to get a feel for the underworld and how Persephone fits in it and the ways in which she disrupts it. Fun, but a bit messy. =]

And I found this highly encouraging! =D
phantomgirl91 Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2012
Yay I'm glad it was encouraging! :D

I like all the ideas you're trying to incorporate, but especially the soul essence of the characters is usually what makes fantasy writing good. Adding all the layers of political and issues are great touches too because it connects readers to this world by using similar ties from ours. Yes Persephone would disrupt the flow of the Underworld, considering everything she touches come to life :XD: I wonder how Persephone would deal with being captive. She seems a sweet girl (not in a Mary Sue way) but has a desire for freedom. I can't see her taking being stuck in a place against her will again lying down. Maybe passive aggressive in her escape attempts? Pure speculation on my part, but I can see you've got a lot of possibilities for her react.

Keep up to work!:w00t: (Research is sometimes the hardest when the time comes to write down) I'll be checking to see when the next chapter comes up! :bounce:
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
lol. I know! I haven't quite yet nailed how I want her to react to Hades, but I haven't decided how Hades will react to her. I think once I pin down the hierarchy of the Underworld and the ways Hades presents it to her will affect her reaction. Because he is going to put it's best foot forward, but at some point she will discover the nastiness with in it--the ancient greeks had a rather depressing view of the after life.

I don't know when the next chapter will be. =/ I'm waiting to be paired with a beta-reader. I really want this story to have a bit more polish to it than my other stuff. I think I could actually get a publisher to want to publish this. I just want my very best foot forward, and it is hard to edit things on your own.
phantomgirl91 Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2012
lol he's trying to convince her it's a happy place to rule? Oh boy that would be interesting! You're totally right, their view of the after life was pretty depressing. I remember reading the Odyssey and finding that whole part where they talk to those in the underworld sad.

I completely understand, I suck at proof-reading my own papers so school. I usually have to walk away from it for at least a couple hours before I can catch any mistakes. Stories are trickier because of all the plot lines intersecting, and since you want this to be polished then it'll take some time. But honestly that's ok, it's better to make sure your story is what you want it to be instead of just hacking out something and posting it. Since you're putting so much effort into making it good chances are high for its success :D I hesitate on showing anyone my raw writings, maybe only my closest friends who can offer writing advice. You're definitely on the right track though, as a fellow writer I wish you luck! I'm trying to polish a piece of mine before I'd ever let anyone read it and it's real slow going :(
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Lol. At the very least, he'll conceal the worst features of the underworld. I think, considering his history, he would rather her eventually come around so that someone would choose him, instead of forcing her. However, he is more than willing to force her if she doesn't choose him.

=D I totally understand the not showing anyone their raw writings. It is so scary. More than terrifying. There it is, ink and paper, your inner most thoughts, desires, hopes, wishes and fears. SHARING THEM? It's absolutely crazy. But, Idk. I've gotten better at it. My writing classes have helped me overcome that fear. First it started with very impersonal stuff, then to slightly personal stuff, and now I am less afraid to share. I've had a really good writing professor. She has, more or less, forced me to write about personal experiences and it really has helped.

Then I started posting this stuff onto dA and started a fan fic. It's still scary, but I've mostly received positive feedback. And the negative feedback I've gotten, mostly has to do with taste issues. I definitely check my page every two seconds when I post something new, desperate for any feedback--negative or positive.

The super nice thing about dA is that by posting it on dA it is immediately copyrighted. It's evidence, in case anyone tries to steal your stuff. However, the downside to posting stories that have the potential to be posted means that by letting people read it they might not want to buy it because they've read it. BUT it builds a fan base.
phantomgirl91 Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012
Totally hit the nail on the head, it is very much like baring your soul in some respects. But maybe I should put my work out there. At least some projects I can practice with just to see if people actually enjoy my writing and what ways I can improve
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
There are subjects that I still shy away from, and I have often considered that if and when I publish that I would opt for a pen name, just so that I can maintain my personal identity and still write about my personal experiences.

The other issue with writers, is often we exploit those whom we love for the service and function of our stories. Not that we intend to exploit them, but we write about what we know--which includes the people that we love. Lol. Essentially, more reason to remain anonymous.

Lol. I would be at risk of turning into a JD Salinger. Write a book, get some attention, retreat into obscurity. I hate attention.

dA in many ways can service anonymity in these respects. Besides, it's ultimately way less scary to share your story with strangers who do not possess the ability to actively or properly judge you. All they can do is judge the story. Sharing your story with family and friends, gives them the ability to potentially judge you in very negative capacities. Not only that, but usually they are willing and ready to be offended.

I have written a story about some of my family members, in which I am absolutely not allowed to share with them--as dictated by my mother and my granny. Because if they were to ever read those things, the family would undergo a great schism--drama would ensue, even though the story was less a commentary on their lives and more a story that depicted their lives.

In a very long winded response, you should put your work out there. =]
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Amazing-Pineapples Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2012
Oh, I love this. Your writing + Greek mythology = win! *is happy*
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
=D Thank you!
Sarah-Gee Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2012
I love Greek mythology, and your writing is absolutely lovely. This combined makes for a very happy Sarah :)
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Platypi Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2012
Eee, I love mythical re-tellings :D Very much looking forward to the next installment of this.

Would like to point out though that, unless I've missed something, it seems you've accidentally copied your story into the text field twice?
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
OH NO! dA was giving me trouble, when I was trying to edit a mistake I found. -_- Thanks for the catch! =]
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
There. It should be fixed. =]
Noegenesis Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2012
Greek. Mythology. OH MY GOD I LOVE IT! It's so good. :3
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! =]
JuiceBoxConnection Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Wonderful! Cant wait to read more! :D
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
mollyfif Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
beautiful. The language you use literally took my breath away. You are fantastic and so inspiring :)
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
THANK YOU! =] :hug:
Purple-Ghost Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2012
This was beautiful.
I have always found Greek mythos to be interesting, though most of it is tragic and hard to read for that reason. This is no exception, beautiful and tragic. You made it really easy to empathize with her, in each of her desires, and then with her fear as she is snatched at the end.
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
^_^ Thank you!!!!!

It is very inspiring to know that some of my attempts have been successful! =]

Greek Mythology is so complicated and tricky and tragic. Most of the ancient Greek's stories revolve around heroes and gods, so I wanted to capture the magical aspect of it and the connection of the characters to nature. This story is especially important to nature and its cycles.

But on top of that, I did not want Persephone to get lost in the goddess aspects of her. I wanted to make Persephone real. Her side of the story is almost completely lost in the mythology. It is her story, but she has no voice in it. I can't imagine that she would have liked that one bit. I hoped to give her a voice.
LisaBueno Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
stephanie, your writing is absolute gold! i have always had a deep love for ancient greek mythology, particularly in regards to Persephone and Hades. i adore how you describe the plants and trees and wind as alive and loving, without them being too personified to be disney-esque (nothing against disney! i'm just saying you have developed a very sophisticated approach towards describing the liveliness of nature). i want to draw Persephone as she kneels surrounded by kissing poppies-- what a fantastic image! i can see the whole thing in my head. your attention to detail lends verisimilitude to the story, it's obvious that you've done your research ;) i'm so excited to read more of this from you! excellent work! :heart:
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
:hug: THANK YOU!

And yay! I love disney quite a bit, but I DO NOT want to portray my characters in a caricature way.

^_^ I did spend a bit of time researching what kind of plants would be in a garden in Ancient Greek. I also really want to portray Persephone as life and wanted to demonstrate her connection to it. It's very important to her essence, in ways she has yet to realize, I think.

Thank you for you kind words! They mean the world to me. :glomp: :heart:
OneOfABeautifulKind Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow, you had my attention from the first paragraph! I love Greek Myths and i found this very enjoyable to read!
Happy New Year to you too! :D
txanchika Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
^_^ Thank you! =]]]]
OneOfABeautifulKind Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You're very welcome! :D
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