Persephone’s Verity

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….


 Copyright –  Emmy L Gant

My last morning on Earth was filled with silence. How strange that sounds, nothing to be filled with nothing. For what is time, but the silence unfolding into forever.

Pursuing that silence for centuries, I traversed the cosmos, running away…yet longing to feel your hands on me.

The shadows did not conceal you. I watched how your fires made my breasts swell, how your body found home between my trembling thighs. In truth, I was the one who conquered.

I was the lightning that brought you up to the skies.

I was your perfect storm.


 You are my end.

Myth of Hades and Persephone

44 thoughts on “Persephone’s Verity

  1. Ah, Persephone! My all-time favorite painting is called “Persephone.” It was painted by Thomas Hart Benton, one of America’s greatest artists and a local Kansas City boy. He mixed the legend with the midwestern farming theme. Absolutely brilliant — as your story most definitely is, as well. This story would go well with the painting. Fine writing, Loré!

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