Life In The Underworld Short Story

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Life in the underworld

Back at home in the underworld ,Pluto is calmly and sweetly comforting Proserpina but, she shuns him away screaming at the top of her lungs. Overtime Proserpina glances out the window there are meteorites falling, bones laying on scorched grass, and wilted plants. Little by little, Proserpina turns hot-tempered. Pluto turns to Her "Don't look out there are does nothing but, make you miserable".

Proserpina's face reddened as she stared at Pluto in disgust.

"Your the one keeping me here." Pluto sighed, "I'm only protecting you."

Pluto is full of sorrow he feels blameworthy for Proserpina's misery after all he did tell Proserpina never to step a foot outside the house. In time he decides to tell her "The atmosphere will rotten and darken your soul only the strongest survive it alone. If you want to explore I'll go with you because there is a villain she similes innocently ear to ear and hypo notices your mind. I am the only one who call tell whether …show more content…

They arrived at the cottage it sat on a hill in the distance the cottage was painted a radiant yellow. The grass was so rich it bounced back in place after every step they toke. Beautiful marigolds, poppies, and roses surrounded the white picket fence. Inside was the table piled high of food fit for the gods. Frosted pastries oozing with sweet-smelling filling, mouthwatering glistering chicken, and freshly plucked fruits. Proserpina was temped to change but, the evilness over powered her heart. Proserpina offered to serve the woman her food the women was grateful, and kindly accepted. The villain thinks Proserpina is just trying to be a nice guess, but Proserpina has turned evil. Proserpina just wants to hurt people or make them suffer. When the elderly woman turned her back Proserpina poisoned her meal. Soon after the lady devours her food before Proserpina has even taken one bite. Proserpina turned to her

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