masterful...

Simply lovely.

Holy cow, that was fantastic! A wonderful interpretation, which is actually pretty rare as far as fiction about myths is concerned. But really, this is some seriously fantastic imagery and wordplay. Very deep. Very cool.

You rock!

That was amazing. Wow. This story moved me . . . it just *moved* me. The prose, the theme, the exploration of character and humanity . . . all of it was just WOW.

I've re-read this about three times, just to get a good gist of the story. All right. So let me wonder:

Persephone was a little fool, isn't she, for taking those seeds. I'm guessing that the only reason she did feel her pain was because she was alive, while Hades was dead and felt none of the pain. But I do understand her reasoning. Who would like pain, especially since it is immediately in front of us. She, like the child she (and mostly all mortals) is, neglected to ponder what it all meant. That she was *alive* and the only reason she could feel that pain was due to her being *alive.* And what really got me was in the manner that she damned herself. For just one instance, the instant that she wanted to know what it was like to be Hades (dead), she ate the seeds. She damned herself out of her childish curiosity, a curiosity that any young maiden would possess.

“I want to know what it feels like to be you.”

Just a perfect line. Really.

This story was incredibly well thought out and damnably beautiful. I really don't know what else to say. You've rendered me *nearly* speechless with this mystifying tale of yours. _ I'm sorry I can't give you a more in-depth review, but it's because your story was so friggin' *deep.* I'm still fanning myself. It was so AMAZING.

Beautiful grammar. Excellent imagery. Wonderful idea. For once, Persephone isn't characterized at all like a card-board figure that only knows how to frolic and eat fruit from the Underworld. She is actually portrayed as a person with her own desires, her own suffering, and, finally, her own foolishness (a common sort, however, that only the wisest could overcome in her situation, I think) that ultimately becomes her downfall. Wonderful job. The highest praise. Please keep up the excellent work!

All the best!

-Kay

...i am speechless...amazing...i...that was so descriptive...i loved it.

Great imagery, you've put a nice twist into one of my favorite myths. Good job! _

Oh..wow... that was... excuse me, i'm kind of speechless at the moment. Let me regain my sense of conciousness.
Okay... i think i'm alright now, though i'm in complete awe.
Let's get this review rolling.
First of all, i kind of just stumbled upon your bio page and hence this story. i guess I wanted to read it not only because you wrote it (so i know it's automatically good) but because i always loved roman and greek myths when i was a kid up until now. The mythology and the complexity of the relationships were always so mystical and fun to analyze. not to mention, I absolutely love the reasonings of how some things came into existence (i.e. 'echo'). Anyway, enough disgression. This story is terrific. Fantastic. Though, I'm sure you know that already.
Persephone... almost feel bad for the foolish girl. So consumed with the conundrum of the mirror and why she felt so much pain where as her husband felt none, she lost sight of the life she was born with. It's as if she willingly gave it up just to know how it feels like to be painless in the Underworld. Why I say I only 'almost' feel bad for her is that, she really did dig her own grave here. it was so foolish of her to obssess over the fact that she felt all this pain within the underworld and her husband felt none. It's as if she doesn't realize that she is still alive and that's why she can still feel whereas he's dead and that's why he feels nothing. And then she goes and does the one thing she shouldn't have, just to know what it feels like to be 'dead'. She eats the damn seeds. That's why i say she is foolish. instead of trying to hold onto the memories of being alive and in the world of living, she distracts herself and becomes obssess with the idea of being painless, never linking that idea to the fact that perhaps it meant death. That perhaps, whereas in life there was so much to feel, that death was the antithesis of it - there's nothing to feel.
What i really like about this story is the way you constructed her own demise. Instead of the usual telling of this story where she's just simply dismissed as a two-dimensional character who's simply too naive for her own good, you give are more substantial reason to why she ate those seeds. You didn't cast her off as simply a naive innocent girl. Instead, you show that where pain is involved along with the obssession to end it, one might create their own downfall by their sheer and utter ignorance of the bigger picture when so consumed with something so small. Honestly, I don't know if i made any sense at all. But, what does it matter, anyway? Your stories always make me think, and whether or not the thoughts have sense to them... I'm just glad I have so many after reading your works.
So, honeybuns, after reading this, you better win that contest of yours! All the luck in the world from me to you! Heck, i'll go steal the luck of everyone else and pass it onto you!
angy

Oh wow. This is absolutely wonderful. Your writing is sophisticated, poetic, your imagery is absolutely astounding. Captivating. I love the interpretation, I've been considering the darkness of the myth, and what you've written is so emotionally poignant, ahh! So beautiful, I wish I could find better words! You stole me from my world.

Darkly beautiful. And poetic, too. I like the way you interpreted it.

this is so beautiful. amazing and wonderful. this story is so dark that it becomes very real. i would make this one of my favorites. thank you and please write more.