Iliad Odyssey Novels & Stories

I squeaked. My future was with them, Anna and Andy, Beth and Jack, Duke and Em, Ronny and Livy. It was with Edward Collin, my best friend, my boyfriend. Life is like a long journey to a beautiful destination. You have to choose the people to bring along and who to leave behind. The roads are often bumpy and you may turn to the wrong path. But it’s okay. Its experience. You’ll eventually find your way back to the right track. This is my life’s journey and I have chosen the people I want to tag along with me. I found loyalty, friendship, trust and honor, I found love. I found a family. This is my odyssey!

Adrexa inquires. "Helen left her husband King Menelaus of Sparta, whose older brother is King Agamemnon of Mycenae. Both kings will take this as an insult and an excuse to attack Troy for its riches," I inform them. "The Greeks will not attack our city," the older boy Pallus states angrily. "Our walls were built by Poseidon himself and are impenetrable. No army would dare insult the god Poseidon," Pallus says defensively. Not wanting to get into a heated debate with a pre-teen, I simply state, "You're right. I apologize for worrying you all needlessly. I'm going to walk around for a little bit."

Claire also looked at him with a seductive gaze, full of passion. "Shit!" cursed Leon. He finally remembered something in the legend of Greek mythology. "Why?" asked Claire. "I forgot something important," said Leon. "What?" asked Claire as she walked over gracefully. Showing her long and smooth legs. “Ares and Aphrodite are the most legendary couple. Aphrodite had affairs with many men, including her adopted son Adonis. But Ares, is her favorite," said Leon. By the time he finished his sentence, Claire was right in front of him, they were only a few centimeters away. Her soft hand gently touched Leon's cheek.

He nods once and strides toward Briareus. He’s barely ten feet out when the Titan roars, “TURN BACK, SPIRIT. NONE WHO ENTER HERE RETURN.” All of his mouths speak at once. The sound hits like a thunderclap. We all duck, covering our ears. “Mighty Briareus, oldest of the Hecatoncheires, uncle to the Olympians—I greet you with respect and beg your benevolence,” Odysseus calls. Somehow, I know he’s speaking Ancient Greek—and somehow, I understand it. Judging by the confused-but-comprehending faces around me, everyone else does too.

"Hm, you know what? Fuck it, I can have favorites, too. So, yeah, it's a tie between the one on my back, and Scylla and Charybdis." "Who and who?" "These sea monsters..." She used her left hand to trace the full-sleeve piece on her right arm. "Scylla and Charybdis from Homer's 'Odyssey.'" "Feel free to judge me for what I'm about to say, but the Homer I'm most familiar with is the yellow cartoon character from Springfield." Laughing, she called me 'cute'—but 'ignorant' would've been more apt in my opinion. "No worries. Like I love reading, but an Ancient Greek epic poem isn't my cup of tea. Only reason I picked it up was because..."