Colosseum Spectacle Novels & Stories

As she stepped through the archway, she nearly bumped into a woman. The woman’s pupils dilated in shock at the sight of Vespera. Her breath hitched, and she drained of color. Vespera offered a faint, slightly awkward smile and bowed her head politely. “I’m sorry,” she murmured before slipping past her. The woman remained frozen, barely able to breathe as Vespera disappeared into the night. Outside, the noise of the gala faded to a dull hum. Vespera walked toward the stone railing, but paused when she spotted a silhouette leaning against the wall.

Stepping inside, it was as if they were immediately transported to a bygone era. The sheer scale of the Colosseum was breathtaking, and they climbed the worn steps, it felt like they were tracing the paths that spectators had trodden centuries ago. Leo was a wonderful guide, explaining things she did not understand and telling her things she did not not about. She did not feel ashamed of not knowing the history of the Colosseum. He offered to take her some pictures, which she agreed and they also took some together. After they had finished exploring the Colosseum, they headed to the other ones on their list.

We had fallen into an uneasy type of relationship where, whenever we went out for sight seeing, he would tell me to take a picture of him and I would oblige with a beatific smile. Italy was such a beautiful place with different interesting tourist attractions. The coliseum, an enormous amphitheater. It was the very first place we visited. The guides told us gory stories of how gladiators had to fight huge and scary beasts and how most times they didn't stand a chance as they were torn to shreds. I closed my eyes trying to imagine it and was pleasantly surprised to hear the guttural shouts of people urging the gladiators to come out, and the beating of the battle drums as they ushered them in

On rare occasions but with increasing frequency now, it all comes back to me in a whiff and a faint echo: the smell of sulfur that pervaded the air from the Forum Vulcani and the sound of the whole world speaking all at once, with different lengths of tongue. Tragically, instead of being born properly into the light of day, I was born feet first into a special structure called the Cavea. You probably know it better through its namesake, the Anfiteatro Flavio, also known as the Colosseo. The Cavea and the Colosseo both played host to the infamous blood games. I fell straight down its secret, shadowy complex of cells and tunnels. Outside, it was a majestic edifice of stone and marble but it wa

There was an empty seat in-between the both of them, so I settled down there after passing my greetings. The view of the colosseum was mind-blowing, fullest to the capacity, even brimming with crowds who hung around dangerous edges. I had been at the colosseum numerous times, and that was only because of the iubilaeum of Cessi which I took part in annually as an Omega, but never had I been stunned by the amount of crowd present.

It was the best time for some entertainment right after dinner. A classical-style building that looked like the Colosseum in the countryside of Wolsing was brightly lit up. In the past, it used to be a sports stadium, but the Ninth Branch procured it after years of disrepair. After renovation, it could host at least 10,000 spectators. As staff was required to serve spectators food and beverages, it could be described as an entertainment outlet.

The giant crumbled to the ground, his roars of pain echoing through the colosseum. The spectators, initially shocked by the unexpected turn of events, erupted into wild cheers as Alcides stood over his fallen opponent. The master of dodging had once again defied the odds and triumphed over a seemingly invincible foe. The Roman audience, known for its love of spectacle, reveled in the display of skill and bravery.

I decide to walk toward them and try to listen. ''Built in 72 A.D, the Colosseum has remained the largest amphitheater in the world and is considered to be Rome's most popular tourist attraction. Standing as the iconic symbol of Ancient Rome, this monument that once hosted the inhuman ¨games¨ of man vs. beast, is considered a Modern day Wonder! But there is so much about the Colosseum in Rome that no one knows about.'' The man standing in the middle starts to talk. I cross my arms, paying attention. ''—There's ten interesting facts about Colosseum in Rome. First of all, The Coliseum in Rome has over 80 entrances and can accommodate about 50,000 spectators. Amazing isn't it?'' He continues an

Antonio took Henry to the Roman Colosseum, and because of his special status, they got the best seats. Turns out there was a gladiator vs. lion show happening that day, so Antonio and Henry had a front-row view of the epic battle. The whole Colosseum was packed with people. Antonio said to Henry, "Henry, hear those wild animal roars? That's the signature sound of the Roman Colosseum. Doesn't it just get your blood pumping?"

On the bright side, anyone could learn magic, something I was excited to start soon. As I stared at the television, I saw a spec slowly starting to grow. It was as if the screen was bleeding, the crimson color covering the reporter until the entire thing was blotted out. I widened my eyes as some of the redness dripped away to reveal a black circular symbol with a red flame in the center. Frozen in time, staring at the screen, time went much faster around me, everything just a blur of colors. I was locked in place, unable to move as some of the stuff melted away to reveal a crimson eye peeking out from behind the cult symbol.