Continuation of Antigone By: Jake Ryan

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His footsteps echoed through the courtyard. The clanking of chainmail swallowed the hushed whispers of the crowd. All eyes were focused on Creon. He was marched down the polished marble steps, soldiers lined on either side. As the precession turned, Creon could finally face his fate. The group paused before slowly making their way down the dingy hall. "Hands at his sides, head held high, back straight;" the only thoughts which flooded Creon's mind. He knew he should have let Antigone live, however her demise left him with guilt panging through his body. One step at a time, one breath at a time, one second at a time he moved forth. His destination loomed ahead; wood, rope, and steel. Creon mindlessly marched on, he knew his only job was to keep his dignity, his pride, his power.

Creon approached the guillotine, his heart rate rising. The declaration of exacution began, though Creon paid no attention. His focus remained on the area where his body would lay. At last, he was forced down. His head placed down and prepped, the crowd began a chant. Creon finalized his last words and prepared to speak. However, the opportunity never came, before he realized what was happening, the executioner prepared himself. Then, in a split second, Creon's death was official. The crowd cheered, gleeful for their martyr's justice. Creon's destiny was fulfilled, his death occurred according to plan.

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Comments

  1. AnonymousDecember 12, 2019 at 10:19 AM

    Wow, I love this take! I didn't even imagine a continuation panning out in this way.

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  2. AnonymousDecember 12, 2019 at 5:24 PM

    A fitting end to a dishonorable life.

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  3. DanielleDecember 17, 2019 at 9:46 AM

    Great extension to the play!

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  4. AnonymousDecember 17, 2019 at 10:19 AM

    I love this, it's really creative!

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  5. AnonymousDecember 28, 2019 at 8:20 AM

    I really liked this continuation to the play.

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  6. AnonymousDecember 29, 2019 at 10:44 AM

    Nice continuation! As a history geek, I just need to nitpick one teeny tiny detail. Sorry, Jake!

    The guillotine was invented much much much much much later. Antigone occurs in the B.C.'s or B.C.E's if you like. The guillotine was first used for the French Revolution. So 1789 is probably when it was invented.

    It's a small detail that doesn't really change the plot, however. Overall, I really like what you did.

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  7. AnonymousDecember 30, 2019 at 10:37 AM

    Good job with this. I was able to envision all of it inside my head. Good use of imagery and description.

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