The heat was unbearable. He tried to take a breath but his lungs seemed to burst within his rib cage and the air hissed in his throat. He was suffocating. Sweat streamed down his body, making his skin dangerously slick. Muscles burned with strain as he launched himself once more against the massive boulder, his shoulder slipping into the natural dent worn into the rock. His mind blazed with agony; every nerve ending echoing with the pain of his efforts. One more time. Perhaps this time it would work, this time Sisyphus would be free of Tartarus.
The boulder slipped.
If you have been following this blog at all, you will know that Sisyphus is the main character in a project I'm working on at the moment, the Sisyphus Diaries, which is a kind of 'getting to know you' exercise for what will hopefully be a mythological/fantasy book (currently being plotted). He's also the inspiration for an essay by Albert Camus, on man's futile search for meaning - so I'm in good company!
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The Heavenly Virtues have been a real challenge for all the writers taking part, but I can tell you that people have really risen to that challenge - and then some! Check out some amazing stories by following the links on Lady Antimony's blog.