Antigone: A Short Story

Ismene running, grasping her heart from bursting in a million pieces. Passing the colorful wild flowers, dancing in the wind;sun rays brightening Ismene’s face. Just to show despair and hopelessness. Sweat dripping, Ismene wiped the mask of droplets from her face. She ponders about the sister that she dearly loved. Antigone is gone, just like her father. The curse that clenched to Oedipus, bringing destruction and darkness to the family. Eyes tearing up with tears, Ismene hurriedly runs to the tomb of Antigone. Eyes scanning the tomb, her consciousness comes into play. She sees the lifeless statue lying on the cold,stone floor. The more she gets closer,, the identify becomes more clear. Dead Antigone who’ blush cheeks once filled with life, now resides to a gray, pale figure. She lies next to a pool of blood. Haemone, now soulless, covered in

Tiresias was right about the gods,” said Creon. “How could you kill my sister,” said Ismene. “I didn’t, she killed herself. As for my own son, he murdered himself over Antigone.” “You're a monster.” “I know, can you not see that I’m already paying?” “The gods who rule heaven are angry at you. I hope you suffer a painful death for your sins.” Creon languidly, goes back into the darkness. Heartbroken from the deaths of his loved ones. Heart burning with anger, Ismene evacuates the tomb, dreaming death for Creon. She gracefully walks along the gravel trail that guides to town. Thebes is the only home Ismene has ever known. The giant, white iron gate expand to reveal Thebes. She trudges on the Shiny, marble staircase leading to the kingdom. A grim figure resides on top of the staircase, suspiciously dressed in coal-black. Ismene slowly pauses letting her eyes take form to show Tiresian. He restlessly stands by the golden framed doors, waiting to be pushed. Ismene gently walks to Tiresian with ears in tune to hear the news.

“Young Ismene, I have great and terrible news,” said