I just realized I had these saved in the drafts but not published....
Dear Diary,
I am sad. All of my men have died. You see, diary, after escaping the wrath of the cyclops, my men and I were sailing. However, human nature got to them and they wanted to rest. Where should they pick to rest other than the island of Helios himself. I hoped with all my might that they would not touch the cattle, but alas, my hopes were crushed when I awoke the next morning to the scent of charred flesh. My men feasted and feasted and this got us cursed by the gods. We couldn't leave the island, as the storms were awful. But after six days, the cattle were gone, and my men hungry again. So we had to risk the sea, but the ship was wrecked, and I was the only survivor. I managed to drift along the sea and get to the island of the Phoeacians, who I am now requesting help from.
Odysseus
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