retelling

If I__ a monster, mademoiselle, it__ because man__ cruelty has made me so.

Then, like a shimmering disk too rich and clear to be described, the sun slipped over the horizon and lined everything with gold. It was like seeing the world being born, and we were the sole witnesses.

You cruel, hard-hearted gods!_ I flung the goblet in his direction. Hermes barely had time to dart out of its way before it hit the wall and shattered to small pieces. __ou__e all the same! Hsst! Jealous! Vindictive! That__ what you are! You allow yourselves to take pleasure with any mortal you wish. Let a goddess do the same. Let a goddess choose a mortal for her lover, and you set off in a fury of revenge against her as if her actions are an affront to you. And all the while, you male gods allow yourselves all kinds of liberties you deny to us females.

It happened so quickly. One minute I was plucking the flower, and the next I was in his chariot immersed in darkness. I struggled to wrench myself free from his grasp and run away. I twisted as far as I could, hoping to see mother chasing after me. But ahead of me, behind me, on either side of me, everywhere I looked, all I could see was darkness.

Alice: I didn't know that cheshire cats grinned. In fact, I didn't know that cats could grin.Duchess: They can, and most of 'em do.

A few fires flickered, plumes of dark smoke marring the ruby sky.

But the nightmare was a strange comfort to me; in it, I found a sense of escape, and were it possible to go live in that nightmare, I would have, bizzare though that may sound.

Our stories are not new; yet, in the retelling we are reborn as heroes.