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Pomegranate Seeds by txanchika, literature

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Pomegranate Seeds

Persephone hugged her knees as the cold stone she sat upon slowly numbed her. Never before had she noticed stone, having spent her life in fields and meadows. Wide open spaces, the soft flowing grasses, the cool shade of the trees, the warm soil, and the heat of the sun warming the hard stone. If she ever was able to see the surface again, she would never view rocks the same. Light from the torches flickered, giving some illumination to the otherwise black room. In her meadows at home, if it were ever this dark, she could look up at the stars and the moon. Night was something she never feared, but this darkness now ha

The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IV by txanchika, literature

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The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IV

Begrudgingly he closed Persephone’s door. He did not wish to part with her, but he knew it was too soon. He longed for the days when they would whisper sweet nothings to each other as their bodies entwined, their limbs inseparable and indistinguishable from each other. One day they would participate in such endeavors. “Hades, who is that girl?” Hecate approached him as he locked Persephone’s door, taking one last moment to linger in future memories yet to be made. “Persephone, I brought her here to marry me.” She was just as he imagined: full of life and love. She was always dancing, joyously, with her mu

The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds III by txanchika, literature

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The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds III

There was a change in the wind, a shift in the grass. The sun became harsh and the ground grew cold. Silence and stillness saturated all space and time. "Persephone!" She called. The wind carried her voice across the expanse of her garden. The wind did not return. No giggling or rustling, no whispering or dancing. She called out once again, "Persephone!" Yet still, her call remained unanswered. The nymphs lost track of her in the meadow. Persephone was fond of disappearing into the forests and streams—or wherever the nymphs did not follow. The flowers and trees called to her. Demeter knew that her child was independent in nature and enjoyed

The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds II by txanchika, literature

The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds I by txanchika, literature

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The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds I

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

Afterlife:Persephone and Hades by whitbunny, literature

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Afterlife:Persephone and Hades

Afterlife There should have been fire. She was definitely expecting there to be blazing red fire, tortured souls, and Cerberus foaming at the mouth. Instead as she descended, trepidation eating away at her, she was surrounded by iridescent milky light filling a void of darkness. She clung to the stony wall as she continued slowly down the circling steps taking in the scene before her. Looking forward she was surprised by the layout before her. She paused for a moment taking in the landscape. Directly ahead of her was a forest of luminously vibrant trees. Leading from the steps and through those lustr

Mythological Couples: Hades and Persephone by MyrtoGkiouli, literature

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Mythological Couples: Hades and Persephone

Were his eyes playing tricks on him? What was Hades doing in his palace? “Long time no see, dear brother.” Zeus greeted him. “What brings you here?” “It’s been quite long, yes.” Hades agreed. “Listen, I’ve wanted to talk to you about something.” “I am all ears then.” Zeus replied, his curiosity peaked. Whatever the matter, it must be quite important, if Hades was willing to leave his palace. “I want to marry Persephone.” Hades responded straightforwardly. He had forgotten his brother was not a man of many words. “Persephone?” Zeus asked incre

Hades and Persephone Set by Modern-Maenad, literature

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Hades and Persephone Set

Say— She noticed something, a long time ago, that sort of worried her. She didn't have to say a word to him for him to know what she wanted. She didn't have to open her mouth, didn't even have to look at him. He just knew things. But he had to mumble and fidget, after all the centuries, when he wanted something from her (and that something was often just for her to glance at him it seemed). He still had to speak up to get his message across. She never had learned his body language, though he knew her instantly. She wondered if there was a reason for that… Toys— He treated her more like a princess than a queen. He doted on

Caged Blossom Pt. 4 by Grace-Julia, literature

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Caged Blossom Pt. 4

Persephone sighed and rolled over, loving the feeling of the plush mattress beneath her. Despite a lingering twinge of annoyance, the transition to a new bedroom had been more or less painless. Complying with her wishes, Hades had shown her to the door of her new bedroom, bowed, and left her to her own devices. She had opted to sleep. Immediately. The dream had not been free of nightmares, but the comfortableness of the bed and the soft light made them easier to bear upon waking. Sunlight, or what counted for sunlight down here, streamed through the tall windows. Her gauzy bed curtains rustled softly in the breeze of the open windows. The