Yes, I AM participating in this years All Hallow's Grim over at Pagan Culture and I am very honored Magaly feels my short story is worthy. Without further ado, I give you ...
Persephone's Side of the Story
They thought I’d been abducted. Maybe its best that’s what they believe.
How do you explain to the mother who has your entire life planned out, you weren't the lily white daughter she had built all her hopes upon? When I saw her last I was a slender, young maiden with flowers in my hair. My cheeks would turn pink each time a boy so much as looked at me, my innocent sighs so charmingly executed.
Some days I still yearn for flowers, but wake up to find jet roses in my bed and at my feet. No longer the tender young thing, now I’m full, red and ripe. I have no use for sonnets or ribbons in my hair. I clothe myself in spider silk and shadow, and speak with the tongues of nightmares.
Mother would have had me wed to some milk faced boy, who would follow me around blindly and paw at me when the lights were turned out. I cannot see myself sitting idly in the sunlight, fanning myself and drinking watered wine. I’m addicted to the darkness, where I can submerge myself in the night and drag my fingernails across Death’s shoulders.
She had always talked about grandchildren, and it never occurred to me to disagree. How do I explain to her I find the cries of the dead far more pleasing than the thought of a whining child at my breast? I know she would be astounded to know, here in this place, I have no need to bow my head. I am much more than wife and the things I say are law.
Now that you have seen me and fulfilled your duty, return to her and if you wish, tell her I was afraid, that I begged him to release me and let me go back. Tell her I screamed when he held me down and forced me to submit. It’s for the best she doesn’t know my screams were not from fear.
The inspiration for this story came in an unexpected occurrence. And I would like to thank Ms. Dianne Sylvan for helping me to reach the Shadow Goddess.