English Essay

Write a story about someone who had a narrow escape
Describe how it happened and what has that person learned from the experience
Begin your story with: “Let me out of here at once! .…
“Let me out of here at once !” I screamed, my face contorted in rage as I glared at Typhon, at all
hundred of his heads and his abominable being, flickering and hissing at me.
“ARGHHHHHHH, LET ME OUT YOU MONSTER, THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO TO HELP YOU, IS SWEAR
IT”, I screamed. Initially I was cowering in fear when the Father of all monsters, Typhon had captured
me but the longer he held me hostage, my fear slowly transcended into barely contained annoyance
and now seething anger.
You’re probably wondering what in the world is going on. How did I, a minor god find myself in the
trenches of Typhon’s stinking dungeons. Firstly, I should probably introduce myself, my name is
Eutychia, God of Chance, Fate and Fortune though I prefer to be simply addressed as Tia, God of
Luck. You have probably only heard of the beauty of gods such as Aphrodite, Persephone and Iris but
I think I hold a certain ethereal beauty as well, it comes with the domain of being an Olympian god,
all of us are born with perfect figures and features. At first glance we may appear as mere mortals
but upon closer observation, you’ll start to notice the lack of flaws, our symmetrical features our
smooth glowing skin and flowing hair, the undeniable perfection that comes with being a god
Typhon though is a god is also a monster, a giant that is so tall that his head touches the stars. His
torso was that of a man, but his legs were coils of vipers that would hiss and attack as he moves. His
main head had on it 100 snakeheads which would make different sounds of animals. His eyes were
glowing red and would terrify everyone who looked upon them, and he had what was called a
savage jaw which would breathe fire. His body had hundreds of different wings on it and his hands
were made up of 100 snake coils just like his legs. Typhon is a god, and he’s the child of Gaia and
Tartarus. Gaia was the earth goddess and Tartarus was a murderous bottomless pit. Some myths say
that Hera wanted to create a god more powerful than Zeus, so she had these two gods give birth to
Typhon.
Well, you think you have it hard? Imagine finally after 23 centuries, enjoying a date with your loved
one only to be rudely snatched from it by a fire-breathing, hissing and terrifying monster? Don’t
even compare. Let’s take a trip into the past and talk about how I ended up in that situation in the
first place, after all at this point it probably better to tell my tale before Typhon finishes me. Not
literally because I am immortal but it would be excruciating.
Let’s start from the beginning, the very start of the story that put me in the Garden of Hesperides.
My mother is Tethys, wife of Oceanus, a minor goddess of the sea, she had an affair with Zeus, a very
common occurrence as adultery is with the Olympian gods. I guess when you’re immortal,
sometimes you seek to escape the dullness of life for an eternity. Anyways my father was a god far
too important to be bothered with me and having hundreds of other children as well as Olympus to
rule, we were never really close. In fact, to this day, all his children address him as Zeus, never
father. My mother on the other hand had her own husband Oceanus and her own family. So I was
raised in Olympus by the Horae, wardens of the Olympus as well as the nymphs serving in Olympus.
Hades was as close to a father figure as I’ve ever had. Every now and then he would rise to Olympus
to check up on me.
After quite a depressing childhood, upon reaching adulthood, I settled into my responsibility as God
of Fortune, Chance and Fate, bestowing good luck and bad luck as well as leaving men to their fate
because my main principle was to maintain the balance of the world, good and evil, fortune and
misfortune, happiness and sadness, life and death, everything in this world comes hand in hand in a
tied die.
My closest companion among all the Gods is Dionysus, better known as Dion, the God of Vine. He’s
the only god to be half mortal and was the last god to enter Olympus. While I was known for my
quiet demeanour with underlying sarcasm and my ability to blend into the surroundings, Dion was
known for his charms, boisterous attitude and his ability to make fun of everyone while making them
laugh. I never imagined the both of us would end up as the best of friends. Like me, Dion was treated
like an outsider, because he was mortal, because he was the last god to enter and because he was
only the god of vine.
Humans worshipped Zeus for lightning, Poseidon to conquer the sea, Aphrodite for love, Athena for
intelligence and Demeter for nature but the fact is no one worshipped Dion for his knowledge and
powers of vines, except maybe alcoholics or even me, as much as I was worshipped to bring good
luck and fortune, I was also blamed and hated if anything went wrong in their lives. Lost your keys?
Curse the god of luck. Having a bad hair day? Curse the god of chance. Lost someone you love? Curse
the god of fate. Each curse causing a sharp stab of pain in my sides, pain that has dulled over the
centuries, pain I’m accustomed to, pain that comes with my existence.
After many centuries, I had come to terms with my existence, my duties, my friends and families
when the unthinkable happened. I fell in love. Hard. With someone as unattainable as Poseidon’s
trident. Hephaestus. The god of fire, metalworking, stone masonry, forges and the art of sculpture.
He was the son of Zeus and Hera. The smithing god, who made all of the weapons for Olympus and
acted as the blacksmith for the gods. He was also married to Aphrodite, God of Love, Fertility and
Beauty

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Write a story about someone who had a narrow escape

Begin your story with: “Let me out of here at once! .…

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