Sins of the Father (Ben Co)

I write this now as one who has already passed on. O, woe is our fate, that of mine and all those related to me. Do the gods so begrudge us simply as descendants of Cadmus, that twice damned man who wrought all this misfortune? Or, perhaps, is this simply justice? My husband, Laius, once confessed to tutoring a boy, Chrysippus, for the Nemean Games, held sacred to Apollo, only to rape him, and damn his family yet again. Such a grudge that Apollo should hold, and in the end, our efforts amount to nothing.

Our impiety was out of necessity; Were our lives and our honor not on the line, we would not have gone through such lengths to resist our fates. What could we do, chained to such a horrible destiny? For so long, we were wrapped in despair, given the choice of our own lives and honor, or the life of one unborn. It was not a choice I made lightly, and yet this is the result.

Creon, my brother, you who watched all that has come to pass, learn from all of this. Take heed what is within our powers don’t run away from the cruel truth. Please, rule the kingdom well, for Laius’ is a cursed line, and none will follow that which will only lead them to ruin. I know that you never wanted responsibility, but you must take up the scepter, lest ruin befall Thebes yet again. I still love my children, but I fear for what the gods have in store for them, better to have them live in obscurity than to act as playthings until they break.

Why, why has it come to this? For our sins to be so great that our children must bear the shame all their lives; I cannot bear it. Indeed, I am not strong enough, nor fit to carry on despite all this, and thus will selfishly push my misfortune on to my children and my, dear lord, grandchildren. I cannot even face the fact of what I have done with my own son, the thought chokes me to the very bone. Therefore, I will choke the life out of this defiled body, if only so that the pain of shame will be numbed……



First Impressions


In that cavern Skylla lives, whose howling is terror. Her voice indeed is only as loud as a new-born puppy could make, but she herself is an evil monster. No one, not even A GOD encountering her, could be glad at that sight.”

How often do you see discrimination around you, from when you rise from your bed up to the point where you are overcome by sleep.

Not too much? Typical. Perhaps you’re not the one taking hits everyday. Perhaps, you’re not the one who’s overwhelmingly different from the person sitting next to you. Perhaps, you’re one of those who claim they don’t discriminate, but secretly laughs inside every time you hear a black joke. Or perhaps you’re the type who’d crack those jokes in public. If you’re one of the types of people I mentioned above, I honestly believe that you will never fully understand the whole situation I am in right now.

No, I’m not taking shots at you guys. What I’m trying to say is this: You guys have people who feel the same amount of discrimination, who receive the same treatment from the majority. Me? Not really.

Men state false claims about me.She has twelve feet, and all of them wave in the air. She has six necks upon her, grown to great length, and upon each neck there is a horrible head, with teeth in it, set in three rows close together and stiff, full of black death.” That is what they say.

See? By their words alone you will see how quickly these men are to judge. It wasn’t my fault I was born this way… yes, I know, I may have pulled off one man or maybe six every time a ship would pass by, but my intentions were pure. I have feelings too you know. The truth is, every time I see a ship pass me by, I feel overjoyed. I begin to hope that maybe this ship would finally have the friends I always dreamed of. Maybe, this ship would have people who wouldn’t listen to these disgraceful falsities. As the ship would pass by, I’d wave all of my twelve feet in the air, to show that I’m amiable, and hospitable. But what do I always get in return? Either a sneer or a look filled with fear. Now tell me, who would not despair? That is why I pull of men from the ship. They judge, judge, always judge! When will there ever come a time when I would be treated like a person just like them? Despite the countless times my hopes have been crushed, I remain in this cavern, steadfast in my wait for a person whom I can call my friend. And if they can’t grant me fair treatment, then they are no better than the dolphins and dogfish I eat everyday.


There is a great fig tree grows there, dense with foliage, and under this shining Charybdis sucks down the black water. For three times a day she flows it up, and three times she sucks it terribly down”

Okay, I’m sure you’ve heard my best friend, Skylla, rant about how hard it is to come by friends these days, and I support her in all her endeavors. But since she did a pretty good job on giving you guys a more circumspect view on things, I just wanna explain to you guys a few things.

First of all, I’m nothing like Skylla, a naive child entrapped within an immortal beast’s body. I’m not looking for a lot of friends, or seeking attention. I was always the introvert type. “Why make friends with others when you can be the lone star in your life” was always my motto in life. What I’m trying to say is this: I don’t feel bad about what people think about me because I don’t really care. People don’t understand me, so why should I be affected by them at all?

Second, I’m sure a lot of you are wondering why I just suck in water all day, and then just throw it back up, so I’d like to clarify one thing. I’m a very, very territorial immortal. I hate it when people cross my territory just as much as a tiger would. I start to get queasy every time a person gets within a mile of me. That’s the only reason why I’d hang by a fig tree in the middle of nowhere when I could be in the mainland eating wild boars all day. I don’t understand why people would still breach my territory when I’m the one making the sacrifice. This really pisses me off, so for those who are thinking of giving me a little surprise visit, this is your last warning.

Lastly, aside from being territorial, I am really possessive of my fig tree. I’ve always dreamed of owning a fig tree in the middle of nowhere, and so I love my tree as it is. Please, leave me and my fig tree alone.

I am not a loner, only a contented person being lonely.

Armand Gozali

No man knows me . . but No man almost killed me

I'm not the villain. . . its not my fault I can't see in 3D

See it from my one-eyed point of view . . .

What Odysseus saw:

“WE saw on the face of a cliff near the sea, a great cave overhung with laurels. It was a station for a great many sheep and goats, and outside there was a large yard, with a high wall round it made of stones sunk into the goround and of trees both pine and oak. This was the abode of a huge monster who used to pasture his flocks alone, away from the others. He would have nothing to do with other people but led the life of an outlaw.

He was a horrid creature. . ”

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Entry #143 – Love Me or Love me Not

What man are you and whence? Where are your city and parents?

The wonder is on me that you drank my drugs and have not been

enchanted, for no other man beside could have stood up

under my drugs, once he drank and they passed the barrier

of his teeth. There is a mind in you no magic will work on.

You are then resourceful Odysseus. Argeïphontes

of the golden staff was forever telling me you would come

to me, on your way back from Troy with your fast black ship.

Book 10

My name is Circe. I am the daughter of Helios and Perse, the sun and the ocean, and sister of the horrendous Aietes. Because of my goddess status, the island of Aiaia belongs to me, and I take pride in the fact that my name strikes fear into the hearts of men coming from all directions in the seas. However, petrifying as I may be, one man so great and so bright dared to challenge me, a dread goddess, and won. He would be the man that brought great joy and happiness to my household for the duration of his stay, but would eventually leave me distraught and disarrayed.

Oh, how could I ever forget? The island was quiet. The night was dark as always, and we prepared for supper. I ordered my servants to light up a fire so we may, eat, drink, and be merry. We feasted on meat from the beasts that were once men and wine. Just then, a man, Polites, called out to me to open my doors. Not even thinking twice, I opened the shining doors as I came out to personally invite them in. Much to my curiosity, all but one man entered one while that one man remained outside with the beasts. I didn’t know why, but I ignored him anyway. I sat them down on chairs and benches and mixed them a potion with wine. As usual, I put some malignant drugs into the mixture and let them drink it so that they may be lightheaded and forgetful of their country. I drew my wand and turned them all into pigs and drove them down to the pigpen and fed them food that such pigs would eat. Into pigs I turned them because they acted like such, coming into my island and into my house and expecting to be fed food and be given a place to stay. After this, I looked out and saw the man outside run back to his ship. Upon seeing this, I was satisfied knowing that he had either told the rest of his crew to leave the island or gathered them to come back to my house to my liking.

So then we continued our feast, until I heard again another man calling out my name. Excitedly, I opened the doors once again only to be disappointed that just one man came back. Still, amused at his bravery to come alone, I treated him specially, sitting him on a chair with a footstool. Then, I prepared him the same potion in a golden cup and let him drink away. As if by nature, I drew my wand and cursed him to be with his friends in the sty, but instead he got up, drew his knife and ran to me with such rage that fear overtook me. I clasped his knees and questioned his ability to overcome my drugs, and I realized he was the man that Argeiphontes warned me of, the great resourceful Odysseus.

Not wanting to be in such a vulnerable, embarrassing position any longer, I invited him to my bed that we may lay in love and gain faith and trust in each other. Even then, he doubted my sincerity and made me swear that I would not plan any more treachery against him. I did, and then he succumbed to me. I clothed him and prepared a table of food before him, but he did not touch any of it. Even after he outdid me, he was still concerned for the welfare of his men and asked that I turn them back into the men they once were. So, so that I would gain his favor, I gave them each the medicine, and they turned back into men even better than they were before. Then I told Odysseus to go fetch the rest of his men that we may all feast together. When all of Odysseus’ men came together, they cried, but I spoke to them words of encouragement so their hearts may be light again, and we continued our feast together.

For one year, things were so, but when one year had passed, Odysseus clasped my knees and asked that I send them on their way home. I knew this time would come. I knew he was not mine to keep. I just made myself keep hoping that he’d maybe stay instead. Nevertheless, I responded in his favor because I cared for him so, and told him he must first go to the house of Hades and consult with Teiresias the Theban. Then I saw his heart become heavy, but I comforted him and told him all that he needed to do to get the fruits of his journey. So I spoke, and then I sent him to tell the news to his men while I put one black and one white ram and supplies aboard his ship inconspicuously. Upon returning to my house, however, I saw one of his men dead on the ground with his neck broken out of its sockets. Then I felt concerned, and I invoked the gods that no other foolishness and carelessness would happen to them. Then they left.

So I wrote, dear diary, on you that you may hold all my memories and keep them together. You hold all my joys and all my sorrows. Hush now as I keep you in my drawers and ponder on my longing for Odysseus. May the gods curse him and make his journey a perilous one, yet may they also protect him from harm.

David Yulo

Aeolus, Dreaming Zephyr

Aeolus, the Ruler/s of the Winds

“He gave me a bag made of the skin taken off a nine-year ox, stuffed full inside with the courses of all the blowing winds, for the son of Kronos had set him in charge over the winds, to hold them still or start them up at his pleasure.” -The Odyssey of Homer (Book 10)

I am Aiolos, a mortal man given the great task of overseeing the winds of the world. It is a great and heavy task given to me by Poseidon. He placed before me only one condition: “If there is ever a man who comes to your home, treat him well and aid him with the winds, but should he return again, take not that man in, for that man is despised by me, else I will strike down your entire family.” So have I lived peacefully and prospered, neither venturing out, nor dreaming of any greater purpose. I had not a single want, nor any quarrel with the gods, until I met Odysseus.

Odysseus and his men came in ships weathered and worn; I greet them only to find them more weathered than the ships they sailed. I took them in, and they told me stories of wonder and glory. Something sparked as images of the mythical creatures and feats of bravery as well as intelligence flowed into my mind. I felt discontent, wishing to experience the same things they had. I marveled at their journey on their way here, and used every excuse to keep them here and recount it. When it was nearing a month already, it was then that the great god Poseidon came to me and instructed me to send them off-course. Here I was, living in my previously content life, where I was ordered to make the man I admired suffer. Therefore, I pleaded with Poseidon, but he told me that if I warned Odysseus at all, or tested him, for he knew of his virtues, he would strike me down. And so, I bargained with him.

Thinking to display a show of guile to Poseidon, I said that I would test Odysseus’ men instead. Positing that if his men should fail to show virtue, then punishing them would justify taking Odysseus with them. Believing that Odysseus’ men were just as virtuous as he, I staked my eldest and most prized bull as well, stating that if they passed the test, Poseidon would replace the bull tenfold. Poseidon happily agreed, perhaps warning me of my eventual failure. I slew my favorite bull, and sew the skin myself, imbuing it with the Four Great Winds. The sheer force of the winds weighed the bag down, and I dropped 2 of my biggest coins in. Clashing in the chaotic gales, every clink sounded like the clink of thousands. I handed the bag as nonchalantly as I could, and sent them off with prayers of safety, and tales of how the wise Aiolos aided Odysseus.

15 days pass, and to my horror, they return. At first, I thought of defying Poseidon with valor as my only tool, but my family is my responsibility, and I will put them above all else. It is here that I realized that I was only making excuses for myself. I foolishly tried to make a legend out of myself, despite that all that I have came from the gods. I have not the power to oppose them, nor do I deserve to succeed in my selfish attempts. After a silence that lasted aeons, I finally drove them out, hiding my shame and despair. I suspect that Poseidon purposely sent Odysseus back to my home to discipline me, and dispel my illusions of virtue. In the end, I didn’t want to be someone like Odysseus, I wanted to be like his men, basking in his glory. But in truth, even they were as spineless as I was, and I only believed what I wanted to believe.

That is why, 7 years later, I beseech thee. Knowing now that Odysseus has still not returned, I plead that you aid him in his plight. He is a man of virtue and honesty, and such a man would be a waste to withhold from the world. I beg you, Athena of the Aegis, please help him, a man far greater than I.

Benedict Co

Smoldering Hatred, Eternal Regret

“Now when, with sacrifices and prayers, I had so entreated
the hordes of the dead, I took the sheep and cut their throats
over the pit, and the dark-clouding blood ran in, and the souls
of the perished dead gathered to the place, up out of Erebos,
brides, and young unmarried men, and long-suffering elders,
virgins, tender and with the sorrows of young hearts upon them,
and many fighting men killed in battle, stabbed with brazen
spears, still carrying their bloody armor upon them.
These came swarming around my pit from every direction
with inhuman clamor, and green fear took hold of me.”

(lines 34-43 of Book XI, The Odyssey by Homer)

I am the soul of Aias. Courageous and powerful were I when I was alive. My beauty and stature were the greatest of all the Danaans. I was a great hero, fighting along side the likes of Odysseus, Achilles and Agamemnon during the siege of Troy. I was overjoyed when we conquered Troy but the victory made me arrogant. My world started to fall apart from that point on. It all started because of the accursed armor of swift-footed Achilles.

Achilles was a fearless man. He conquered many foes and was one of the feared men in the whole world. When he died, there was a contest to see who would take possession of his armor. I was able to reach the finals due to my strength and bravery, but to be able to acquire the armor, I had to challenge my friend, Odysseus. It was a seemingly endless battle. Whenever one of us fell, we would just get back up and continue fighting. I would have won the contest if only I had not fought Odysseus. Odysseus was the victor and he claimed his prize. My friendship with Odysseus was broken due to that armor. I was infuriated since he took away a very precious object from me. After that, my ship was swept by the intense waves of the ocean but I was saved by the earthshaker, Poseidon. However, my pride became my downfall. I vaunted, saying that I escaped even though the gods tried to kill me. I was then thrown back to the ocean by Poseidon himself gasping for air until my life was taken away from me.

I crossed paths with Odysseus again in a damned place, the Underworld. I was vexed by the sight of him My hatred of him still lingered inside me. I was shocked that he was alive and in the Underworld. “Only a fool would do this,” I said while gazing at him intently. My mind was filled with questions, wondering why Odysseus, the only man who was able to best me in a contest, was in the land of the dead. I saw him pour blood in a small pit. Apparently, he went there to see the prophet Teiresias. Many souls came to see him. One of his companions, Elpenor, was the first to go to him. I overheard him ask Odysseus to bury his mortal body when he goes back to Aiaia. My disgust of him grew even more for the reason that he did not even bother to lay to rest the remains of one of his companions. Next to see him was his mother, Antikleia, but he did not give her permission to drink the sacred blood. Teiresias then came to him. He told him of the hardships that he will have to encounter on his way back to his homeland. When Teiresias left, Odysseus then allowed his mother to drink the blood. They talked about how she died and of the current predicament of his wife and son. I was happy for him that he was able to see his mother, but I was still enraged of the fact that he won Achilles’ armor.

The souls of epic heroes also came to talk Odysseus. Agamemnon was the first one to go to him. I heard them talk about how Agamemnon was betrayed by his wife and killed by Aigisthos. Achilles was the second one to see him. They reminisced about the siege of Troy and when his turn was over, I saw Achilles stalking away in long strides. He was very happy when Odysseus told him about how his son was famous. After Odysseus talked to Achilles, he saw me and called me to listen to him. My hatred still lingered at that time so I left. When I was leaving, I tried to tell him a few words, but he had left to talk with Heracles.

While I was walking, I had these thoughts that I had shunned away enter my mind. I remembered my time with Odysseus, how happy I was when I was with him. I worshipped and idolized him. Lord Odysseus was my mentor, my brother-in-arms, and most of all my friend. I thought about what had happened during the day that the bond that Odysseus and I shared was severed. I pondered on what could have been if I had just accepted defeat and moved on. I could have still been alive fighting beside him, if I had just endured the fact that I was inferior compared to him. My hatred for Odysseus greatly diminished and turned into grief for I had realized that I had lost a truly valuable friend. I knew that there might have been a possibility that we could reconcile. I knew that Odysseus wanted to ask for forgiveness, but I was too hard-headed to listen. Rage had blinded me to ignore what was truly valuable in my life. I ran back as fast as I could, but it was too late. Odysseus had already departed and I was stuck there, waiting for him to come back so that I could tell him that I was sorry.

Paul Dee

The Laistrygonians

“When they entered the house, there they found his wife, a woman as big as the peak of a mountain, and they hated her at sight. She sent at onceto summon her husband Antiphates from the town meting. He gave them a murderous reception: one he grabbed at once and prepared for supper, the other two ran away and managed to et back to the ships. But the monster made a hue and cry through the city. Out came the Laistrygonians rushing from every direction in thousands, great inhuman wretches like giants. Ty threw showers of stones from the cliffs, each as big as a man could lift, and a mighty din there was, smashing of ships and crushing of men; the giants speared them like fishes and carried them home for a horrid supper.”“When they entered the house, there they found his wife, a woman as big as the peak of a mountain, and they hated her at sight. She sent at onceto summon her husband Antiphates from the town meting. He gave them a murderous reception: one he grabbed at once and prepared for supper, the other two ran away and managed to et back to the ships. But the monster made a hue and cry through the city. Out came the Laistrygonians rushing from every direction in thousands, great inhuman wretches like giants. Ty threw showers of stones from the cliffs, each as big as a man could lift, and a mighty din there was, smashing of ships and crushing of men; the giants speared them like fishes and carried them home for a horrid supper.”

We were on the verge of reaching home. Our long, treacherous trip was almost done. The beautiful island of Ithaca was so close that I could taste it. The fresh scent of the ocean, together with the sunlight brought by Helios made it a picture perfect scene. It was as if the gods were welcoming us to our own personal Olympus here on Earth. It felt as if it had been written that we shall reach our homeland on this exact day and the gods made sure that this day would come in divine style.

Now, we were back on our ships. There was light rain as the skies cried with our men, all torn by the sight of our homeland, and how quickly it lost our reach. However, it was the winds that were our plight. With the winds came and went our fortune on making it home. And right now, the winds weren’t exactly helping. We reached an island soon enough. It was a fine harbor, with precipitous cliffs running all round. Our ships began to dock inside the harbor, but Odysseus, docked our ship at the very farthest from the island, tying our ship over some rocks. He climbed up the cliff to take a good look at the island.

Coming back to the ship, he called on to me and 2 men.“You three, I need you to go ashore and find out about the natives and if they can give us some provisions and let us stay for a few days.”

“You,” he pointed to me, “be the spokesperson, tell them of our tribulations and ask for their kindness. If anything goes wrong, run back quickly and we’ll get out of here.”

The city was already in sight when we came across a girl drawing water from the river. She was taller than all of us and she looked like a strong woman. I tried to talk to her. Luckily, she spoke our language. I soon found out that she was the daughter of the leader of the Laistrygonian Antiphates who was the king of this area. She led us to pointed to us the huge house of her father and told us to go on ourselves.

We entered the house, seeing a huge woman who happened to be the wife of Antiphates. She towered over us, making us feel like bugs. Her face was a mask of horror, as if the gods made her out of spare parts that weren’t supposed to be used for human beings. I approached her and asked for her husband in a tone full of hate and fear. I couldn’t control myself as I barked orders to her like I did to my dog. I just couldn’t control myself. It was a very bad move.

However, she did call for her husband from their town meeting. To my demise, her husband was just as ugly as she was.I was looking at two demons who got lost on the way to Tartarus. Fear enveloped me as Antiphates suddenly went in a fit of rage, his hideous face turned even uglier than I could imagine. He was staring at us, with eyes burning and smoke coming out of his ears. He  grabbed one of my comrades and quickly devoured him in front of us. I felt helpless and weak, seeing my comrade being bitten apart, piece by piece.  The two of us left ran for our lives as Antiphates roared, calling for his people.

Suddenly, giants were approaching from everywhere. As we were running back to the shoreline, I saw my companion get crushed by a stone larger than I. On the shoreline, there was blood all over, and most of our ships were wrecked apart by stones hurtled by the Laitrygonians. I remembered our ship, at the farthest end of all ships. I quickly ran to the same cliff Odysseus climbed and I screamed to them. Luckily, Odysseus heard and saw me. Once our eyes met, I ran as fast as I can and jumped off the cliff, forgetting about all the jagged rocks that awaited me had I not jump far enough. The freezing water felt as hard as steel when it hit me , leaving me half-conscious. I could barely grab the rope that was tossed to me and pulled to the ship. I lost consciousness.

Kevin Ting,r:0,s:0