Little Inklings 2024

PERSEPHONE By: Finn McCarron ’28 A ROTTEN FRUIT By: Martina Macedo ’28 BEAUTY By: Sofia Velazco ’28 The flowers were vibrant and fresh. The meadow was open and beautiful. Everything wasbright. Then the seaof darkness came. 100 miles per hour, straight to the underground. The dark, scary, the dreaded, all fell overme. I screamed out loud to the sky. Help, help, help. As I once picked flowers in the sun, pain and suffering was what came to be. No one heard me. No one. It felt like an eternity. Broken skulls, dark marble, blankness, fear, horror, all bottled up in one spot. I was filled with nothingness. I then sawa pomegranate, full of flavor and joy, something I had not felt since I had picked those flowers. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. The seeds were delicious. But as I had once felt before, it was only dread, and sorrow in the end. All I could hear was I tricked you! You will never leave me! 6 months it was, 6 months. The underworld had me. And no one could hear me, no one. One beautiful tangerine tree, filled with the smell of tangy fresh fruit. She picks them slowly, making sure to clean up the rotten ones stuck at the bottom. The rotten one reminds her of all that happened those months ago. She is stuck at the bottom, away from her mother, rotting away with perfect tangy fruit trees. Every time she settles her eyes on this tree, it reminds her of her mother, how her innocence led her to being taken away from dainty paradise. Now she is a rotten fruit, at the bottom of the world, waiting for her mother to come and save her. There, the trees, the flowers, the beautiful girl, the sun, the wind, the whirl, the enormous trees, the vibrant pink flowers, the girl’s soft touch. Her, the goddess with long flowing hair, the long-gownwith themix of blues as the sky, the tension rises with her beauty high, picking the flowers dainty yet strong, no one in sight yet she feels wrong. The peaceful moment seems short, soon the girl will have no resort. The darkness of Hades watching her every move. A shadow to disprove. Hades saw his chance. No longer would she dance. 58