I told my dear Phaeacians of my travels and adventures I've had on my journey home. I began my tale from the fall of Troy and how I helped destroy the city and bring down its mighty walls. The main story I told was our encounter with the mighty cyclops Polyphemus, and our great escape. Though we lost several men in the most brutal of ways; it is a story worthy of recognition.
We came to his land and went into his cave seeking hospitality, but instead we found that he was filled with malcontent and hunger for humans. He locked us into his cave with a massive stone. We sharpened an olive tree and drove it into his eye when he was sleeping. Blinded, we told him his sheep were escaping, so he opened the cave as we strapped ourself to the sheep's stomach and made it out undetected. As we began to sail away, I yelled out to Polyphemus, and told him my name, for I wanted him to remember who had defeated him forever.
4 comments:
Awesome picture Torin... a little imagery never hurt I guess. Maybe a little more description in your terrifying experience with the Cyclops?
Both Pen and I crave more description. What would it be like to see your crew devoured by a one-eyed giant? Who came up with the idea to make the great escape via sheep? These experiences warrant very rich description and your writing voice is a good fit for this type of description. You might even be able to document it in an ABBA song.
By the way, ABBA rocks. :)
Holy Cow. You know how they say that Homer was actually a bunch of people? Well, I think you must be one of those people. Are you by any chance a blind poet?
this was a pretty sweet blog with lots of imagery and imagination. you are super duper smart and excellent at stuff.
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