Well I do. So I posted a story I made inspired by Greek mythology. (I actually wrote this for our Writing class when I was in Grade 9. It was the height of Percy Jackson movie back then. XD)
Anyway, it's nothing compared to Rick Riordan and the story started randomly but still... enjoy reading! :P
A Day in Ancient Greece
There was a blinding flash of light and all of a sudden, darkness filled my eyes. In the pitch-black darkness, I heard a soft gentle music that didn’t quite fit the gloom. “Wait,” I thought, “I’m supposed to be in the library so why do I hear music?” Sure enough, as soon as I opened my eyes, a city burst in full color wiped everything clean out of my mind. There was a sense of festivity in the air. Yet, what astounded me most was not the fact that everyone was wearing white silk robes or finding myself in the middle of a busy marketplace. It was the fact that I was in Greece! In Ancient Greece, to be exact!
For a few minutes, I just stood there, standing still as statue, watching everything dreamily. Then a small ‘thud’ snapped me out of my reverie. I just realized that I was also wearing the same Greek robes, brown sandals, and a purse with several coins. I fished one minted coin, examining the engraved Greek letters and taking in every detail: the crooked edge, embossed symbol of an owl, and its coppery gleam on the sun. All of a sudden, a man bumped me, and I dropped the coin in surprise. He began apologizing in Ancient Greek, causing a commotion in the street, so in panic, I ran on the opposite pavement. Panting, I glanced at the old shops and the dull khaki brick houses. Sure, everything was amazing; I am personally in Ancient Greece! I’m obsessed with everything about it: Greek mythology, architecture, literature, you name it. I would actually think I’m in a cool Percy Jackson movie right now, only if I’m not totally freaked out of my mind.
“How could I possibly end here? One second I’m in the library, and then suddenly I’m whisked back in time! I mean time travel isn’t possible…” I started muttering and blubbering, until I was face to face with an old woman. “Well, not yet. I think?” I stopped abruptly. She was wearing a simple white robe embroidered with a green olive tree and had startlingly grey eyes. “Not lost, are you my dear?” Her stormy grey eyes glittered strangely. “A little wisdom never goes amiss.” She said and pointed at a hill. A large stone building towered the city. It was the temple of Parthenon. I turned to thank her but she was gone. Heart hammering, I sprinted and rushed along with my vague thoughts. It was beginning to get dark, and I knew I had to hurry.
At last, I reached the white marbled temple. Just below the hills, I could hear the distant sound of celebration. It was the Panathenaic Procession, a great religious festival of Athens, held each year to celebrate Athena’s birthday. Instinctively, I extracted a coin and held it tightly in my hand. I took one last sweeping look at Ancient Greece: its beauty, greatness, and mystery, and closed my eyes. Darkness once more and a faint light burst through my eye. I was standing once again in a section of the library and back to my old self.
Then a woman asked, “Would you like to borrow a book about Ancient Greece, my dear?” I was so startled; I dropped something out of my hand. She picked it up and handed it to me. “Is this yours?” I couldn’t answer; on my palm was the coppery bronze minted coin, engraved with Greek writing and the symbol of an owl. “Well, would you like to borrow something?” I looked up to her and met her stormy grey eyes. She smiled meaningfully and her grey eyes sparkled.
“Um, no thanks. I think I’ve had enough of Ancient Greece for a day.”
