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   Hymn to the Muses, Clio of History, Calliope of Epic poetry, Euterpe of Lyric Poetry, Melpomene of Tragedy, Erato of Love poetry, Urania of Astronomy and Thalia of Comedy, help me tell the tale of the downfall of Zeus, thy father, and the father of many. I tell the tale of Aphrodite’s revenge against Zeus for his retaliation of her mockery. Zeus forced love into her heart for a mortal, which shamed her, because it was against her will and placed her among those that she had previously tricked. Therefore, Aphrodite planned to force Zeus to mate with one that he did not want. Aphrodite plotted with her son Eros, he would hit Zeus with

Vérités  Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters…and yes some of them will probably be OOC…and there will be some character bashing…but this is a fan fiction and as the author I am taking liberties in my writing. "Provoked passion, Enthralling disaster, The two intertwined, Making hearts beat faster"    (Beautiful Chaos, Danielle Mitchell) The next day, the professor and Jean made their way, again, down to the lower levels. However, this time they headed towards the med lab. It was still early in the morning, the sun just beginning to rise, so not many of the mansion's residents were awake yet. The quiet whir of Xavier's wh

The bright, beautiful golden sunflower Standing tall, facing the glowing fireball in the sky Reaching great feats of heights Admired by all Evil Pesticides abuse the soil Running through the veins Slowly changing Slowly killing The golden sunflower Offered aid is pushed aside To absorbed in the thrill of the ride To worry about the consequences now Evil Pesticides runt through the veins And the beautiful sunflower exists no more Exhausted and dying she lies in a heap Enjoying her last exhilarating trip.

       I look back and can't help but think that my stay in Missouri, short though it was, was the calm before the storm. I lived in the Mark Twain forest, on a small gravel road not wide enough for two cars to drive on going in opposite directions. It was and still is a calm place, with simple and kind country people living simple and nice lives. I quickly became friends with the children of the construction group's boss. They lived right up the road and across the street, while our parents built the house we played off to the side on unused wood, or in the back yard. Even after the construction ended, I spent much of my time with them, in f

It was the Best of Times, It was the Worst of Times     I don't remember much from my first five years of life, but I guess that's to be expected. I remember snippets of events most of them unclear and detached from the rest of the moment. I remember my fourth birthday party at Chuck E Cheeses and my second at the house, camping trips with family and friends and fishing with my dad, the horse ride on the trail and my friend suffering from her allergies because of it, weekdays spent at daycare while parents worked and weekends at home with them. I remember snap shots of that time, like having friends over and playing in my room or down stair

My eyes sting from the tears, that I will not shed. My heart aches from the pain, that is not mine. But I caused that pain, so should I not take responsibility of it? But I did it to help another, so should I not feel guilty? When one is so closely tied to another, emotions flow easy from one to another. When one hurts their family, thier sister knowingly, they deserve the pain that they feel. I always feel terrible when this happens, but never have I felt the reactions of the other. I know the punishment well fore I have suffered it many times before, but I accept it with my heavy heart as justified. I knew the moment the wor

High School is cruel, The whispers are loud, Your words are rude, And should not be let out. I don't understand Why you do the things you do... Is it because I'm different that you sneer at me in the hall? Is it because I dress far from the norm that you think me an attention seeking whore? Is it because you think I'm white that you hate and insult me on sight? Does the fact that my piece doesn't fit in your puzzle give you the right to slight me? Does the fact that I don't agree with the majority give you the right to haze me? Does the fact that I am female give you the right to degrade me? I am sorry I don't fit into the

Traître Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters…and yes some of them will probably be OOC…and there will be some character bashing…but this is a fan fiction and as the author I am taking liberties in my writing. A/N: All haters and flamers will not be ignored, I will expect criticism to be backed up by one's own work, so warning to some, do not be hateful, but you can be critical. "He's trapped, A swirling mix feeling, Afflicting all, Every single being," (Beautiful Chaos, Danielle Mitchell) Professor Xavier and Jean clutched their heads as the empathetic whiplash went through the house. Jean also doubled

I am a Daughter, Sister, and Mother I am Young yet also Old I am Honest yet a Liar, I am a Defender and Victim I am Innocent yet Tainted I am Reasonable yet Emotional I am Free but Caged I am Alive and Dying I am the Truth and Falsities of Society and Life I am everything you Wish to be and everything you Despise I am an Angel and a Demon I am Human I am Me I am I

Mom, if I said we need to talk Would you stop and listen to me, Or would you just blow me off. If I told you it was important, Would you believe me? Or say that I'm exaggerating. If I told you the truth, Would you hate me? Would you get angry at me? Would you disown me? I don't know how you would react, That is why I'm worried. That is why I'm afraid. You're reaction, Unknown to me, Frightens me, For the many possible routes it could take. All I ask, Is for you to forgive me, Please. You're anger though not loud, Is hurtful; You're disappointment, Is heavy, And it is hard for me to breathe, When it is all focused on