Juliet paced around her room, bubbling with uncontrollable excitement and overwhelmed by a type of happiness that had never before ventured into her body.Better yet, she felt as if it had made itself feel right at home and would stay with her forever. All this because Romeo was due to arrive in but a few minutes.
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Mayan creation
Mayan creation
Long before time had fastened its grip on the Earth and consolidated its rule as permenant leader there was nothing but a baron landscape of calm sea, and an uneventful realm of turqoise, which was the swirling sky.
A majestic serpent rose from the murky waters, the supreme ruler of the sea, his feathers shimmering in the sunlight. He ascended to meet with his counterpart: the raw thunderbolt, Huracan he was the undisputed king of his region, the heart of the sky he swooped down to discuss with the sea deity, Kulkulkan.
“Our world is magnificent, as are we, but we have nobody to acknowledge our greatness, no one to count the days and not one being to give up their life in honour of us,” the all powerful Kulkulkan remarked.
So the two gods rose land up from the ocean and populated it densely with creatures which are known to us as animals. However, the results were far from satisfying. The animals gave off a deafening cacophony of wails, shriwks and growls.
“Call this praise you filthy beasts because all I can hear is a hullabaloo,” roared a fuming Huracan. “ You shall provide the main supply of food for our next beings who shall far transcend your abilities to praise us.
The two gods burning thirst for praise drove them forwards, one failed attemp would never be enough to hold them back and after many days Kulkulkan had a second ingenious idea.
“We have created a marvellous land, if we create our beings out of it then perhaps they will be magnificent too.” he considered.
Huracan allowed himself time to let the words of the mighty serpent sink into him before giving his reply:
“ I agree lets bgin their creation now, the sooner the better.”
Unfortunately for the two gods, the mud beings followed the same sorrowful path as the animals, the mud creatures did not posses the the power of speech or movement and any weather would prove fatal.
The disappointment of the mud people had dis-heartened the pair and seriously damaged their pride, they were down but most definetely not out. Because they still had the grandparents, could they provide the gods with one masterful idea which would lead the pair to succes?
An exciting journey
Day 1
A new expedition: a fresh start; the Colombian rainforest: many dangers and a whole host of opportunities.
I could not have asked for anything more from the first stage of our journey. My crew and I efficiently obtained enough supplies to last us the first week of our adventure. We pressed on through the last hours of light, proceeding on our journey. We came across many barricades of fern and ceiba overwhelming us with claustrophobia. I could see from the look on their faces that it troubled my crew but there was no chance that I would let it faze me.
We put up our tents at seven pm and feasted on a succulent lizard dinner roasted on the spit that my closest friend accompanying me on the expedition – Dr.Davies – set up. Day one was a large success.
I must finish now for if we are to reach new heights in the forthcoming days I must rest.
THE TRAGIC TALE OF TRINOS AND HIS BEAUTIFUL CITY
THE TRAGIC TALE OF TRINOS AND HIS BEAUTIFUL CITY
Many moons ago, in a once mighty city that is now consumed by time, there was a mortal named Trinos. The powerful city where he lived was called Corinth. His beloved city was being terrorized by a merciless hydra. The monster had burnt Trinos’s house to the ground turning it into a pile of onyx ash. The beast had also slaughtered Trinos’s parents; leaving Trinos with nothing.
One morning Trinos awoke after an atrocious night sleep to hear a pair of Dimmeseus’s messengers crying out the tragic news: the king had been brutally murdered by the hydra. Lightning flashed across the sky. The Corinthian walls collapsed inwards. The blazing heat of the hydras breath was just enough to set the city alight. Trinos knew if anyone could save the flaming city, the Gods could.
He sank to his knees and prayed. “Help our city, help us to get out of this terrible situation,” Trinos pleaded with tears cascading down his face.
Trinos woke next morning to find gleaming Armour lying next to him accompanied by a sword glinting and glistening in the early morning sun. “Thank you Hephaestus,” he muttered under his breath before plucking up his courage to go out and fight the hydra. After an epic battle Trinos emerged triumphant.
The citizens of Corinth were delirious and with Dimmeseus dead they named Trinos their new king without hesitation. Trinos protested saying he didn’t deserve such a role but the citizens insisted and Trinos took the throne.
The following night Trinos once again prayed to the Gods asking them to help rebuild the city.
The subsequent morning Trinos was woken by a limping ox and he decided to follow it curious to what it might lead him to. The ox led him along a winding path into the depths of the forest until they came into a cave. The ox stamped three times revealing Gold, marble and iron. Trinos was thrilled, the Gods had saved him once again.
Years raced by and the city was rebuilt using the materials given to Trinos by the Gods. Looking out over the balcony of his lavish palace, Trinos stared in awe at the sunset making the ravishing city look even more magnificent.
“Look what we have accomplished, this new Corinth is far superior to the old one,” he exclaimed joyously.”We must have a banquet to celebrate how far we have as a city,” he remarked his voice brimming with excitement. On the anniversary of the glorious banquet Trinos lay down in his bed in opulence. “What a notable choice that was, I truly am the best king the world has ever seen, even a God could not rule a city as well as me,” he said to himself, satisfied.
The next morning Trinos was sitting on his ornate golden throne when an assemblage of perturbed citizens hurried into his palace. Seeing the Corinthians scurrying towards him Trinos bellowed. “ Citizens, can’t you see I’m busy thinking about my next fantastic idea to open up a new mine.”
The oldest of the fraternize stepped forward and bowed before adding. “My lord, the forges wont light, I fear Hephaestus is angry with you, if you don’t change your ways, you may suffer a severe punishment.”
“Nonsense,”Trinos boomed before stating. “I want you all out of my palace and out of my city.” The citizens gasped and rushed out of the palace frightened that Trinos would do something even more terrible to them. “Now I have rid myself of those fools I can open up that new mine.” Trinos remarked.
A week later Trinos strolled through the City Centre on his way to examining the prosperous mine. Staring happily at the alluring city, he muttered. “Wow, I truly am the best king; nobody else could create such an exceptional city.”When he reached the mine Trinos was impressed. “Perfect,”Trinos murmured before going on to say, “like all my ideas.”
Trinos lazily dragged himself out of bed the following morning and drew the curtains; the clouds were midnight black monsters not looking in the mood to let even the thinnest ray of sunshine through their ebony bodies. Trinos cursed the Gods for making the weather so appalling. “Why is the weather so bad?” he scowled, “everything in my city must be perfect, including the weather.” Putting on his finest robes, Trinos stormed down the palace stairs all agitated and irritable.
The moment Trinos stepped outside of the palace he felt and heard an ominous rumble followed by a tumultuous shudder; the ground began to vigorously shake. Trinos lost his footing and was sent sprawling. He quickly got up only to fall on the solid marble ground once more. “What is happening to me, to my beautiful and perfect city.” He yelled.
The citizens let loose a deafening cacophony of ear piercing shrieks. Broad cracks appeared on the roads and pavement splitting the earth asunder. The rumbling would not cease. The shaking would not stop. The mineshafts collapsed and many of the terrified Corinthians fell to their doom.
“Help us Zeus,” one of the citizens screamed over the din but it was too late, nothing could save them now.
“My city,” Trinos shouted in horror whilst watching the extravagant palace crumble as he tumbled into the pitch darkness. The sky faded away and he was surrounded by obsidian black. He hit the ground with a thud. He was dead! His body would never be seen again.
Who’s that in the crowd?
Enveloped in the crowd of enraged warriors, I caught a glimpse of a hooded character surreptitiously drifting in and out of sight. He was ghosting through the seemingly never-ending sea of bronze armour. He had resplendent crimson robes and immaculate golden shoes. His eyes were two gleaming moonstones burrowing deep into my body, not once shifting his gaze from my beaten body.
One moment I could sight him, the next I couldn’t. But he could always see me. He was gradually drawing closer, bearing down on me. Feeling his oven like breath on my scarred body, I panicked and took a sizable step backwards.
After Disappearing and then reappearing behind my back he beckoned me to face him.
“Do not be a coward, find your inner strength and show the world what you can do, you have the backing of us.” He whispered, his voice almost muted.
Can you guess the god?
Arachne you shall be punished
Dear Arachne.
I am the mighty Zeus, lord of the skies; god of gods. I am writing this to advise you to stop your inordinately hubristic behaviour. I know it sounds thrilling to possible be more pre eminent at weaving than one of us gods but carry on in this puerile manner and the punishment will be severe.
Athena is an exquisite weaver so to even become close to her ability and skill is a tremendous achievement; in doing this you have far transcended what any mortal has done before. However, you should not announce it with trumpets. This will cause other people to disfavour you and you will no longer draw others attention towards your tapestry. No matter how divine your work is.
Various other mortals have suffered plenty from their hubris. Carry on in this way and you will find that you are to be the next victim of excessive pride. You have been afflicted with vanity and way to if you do not steer yourself away from this wretched path then you will be the following person to suffer this harrowing fate.
You are a superior weaver and you future could and should be bright. However, we gods are in charge of your fate and we abhor it deeply when others believe they are to a greater degree than us. You should admire us and thank us for what we do.
I am warning you, you must stop this furore or your days will be numbered. This is your last chance before we act.
Yours sincerely,
Zeus
The devastating tale of Icarus in the underworld
LO: Can I use noun phrases and accurate verb choice to help carry a theme through a piece of writing?
Darkness. Icarus exceedingly heavy eyelids slid open. It was all a blur; he was plummeting, tumbling out of the azure blue sky. The churning unforgiving water rushing up before him and…Silence. It all came crystal clear, he was in the underworld. The overwhelming despair, surged through his body, the horrifying truth dawned on him. He was dead. An expression of melancholy spread across his face, he could remember it all, tears began streaming, cascading down his face, and he had thrown his life away. He stared all around him, the vast nothingness of the underworld made up his surroundings. He was never going to see his father, Daedalus, again; because of what? Because he thought he was far superior at flying than Helios. He was a fool, for aggravating a God; for thinking he could defeat Apollo at his own game. He was to be a prisoner of the underworld forever more.