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Submitted to Contest #181
Hades rubbed his temples as he watched the boulder roll down the mountainside, yet again, and somehow, Sisyphus was surprised it happened. Again. As if it hadn’t been happening for the last… two thousand years? He had lost count, honestly. What was the point anyway? “What is it, darling?” Persephone asked as she approached him from behind, running her hands across her husband’s shoulders. “I don’t understand him,” he said, pointing in Sisyphus’ direction. “Every so often, he makes it up the mountain, and then he stumbles, or the boulder ge...
This story deals with grief and survivors guilt and coping with loss. Squeals of laughter poured through the house. Little feet trampled around as the youngsters chased each other, giggling as they ran. The happiness of everyone was radiant, covering them in an enraptured spirit. While the excitement was intoxicating, there was a sadness among the adults of which the children were blissfully unaware. There was one of them missing, and his absence would forever be missed. It was in their eyes when they shared glances. An unshed te...
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