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Echoes of Ancient Egypt - Part 7
“Well, this is a conundrum,” Tory muttered, shaking her head to clear the fog. Lydia nodded, “I’ll say! After you collapsed again, Sitamun looked super mad, then she just kinda… shimmered a bit? And then she was just – gone!”“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised,” Tory quickly reiterated her experience in the mind space to her sister, “So, you see, Sitamun is powerful… and, if she figures out my Ka is…
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Echoes of Ancient Egypt - Part 6
Tory and Lydia gaped in open-mouthed awe at the Temple of Nephthys. Two impossibly tall, identical statues of the same woman-carrying-a-basket sat on either side of a massive wooden double-door. Most of the building they’d passed so far had been little more than a glorified closet. Many had only a thin piece of fabric to act as a door, and many others didn’t even have that luxury.As they stepped…
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Echoes of Ancient Egypt - Part 5
The two young girls took a few steps to the sitting area, which was truly an elaborate description. Most of the ‘seating’ was comprised of wooden storage chests, with woven reed mats as a sort of cushion. Along the walls there hung baskets made of the same reed-weaving technique as the mats, interspersed with variations of amulets depicting a woman with a basket on top of her head. There were no…
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Echoes of Ancient Egypt - Part 4
The girls looked at each in open-mouthed astonishment. “You can actually read those little drawings?” Lydia squeaked.“Yes!” came Tory’s breathless reply, “It says: The Ka drifts, like silt on the Nile. The sands remember, and the stars bear witness. The guardian of veil’s passage calls. Nephthys brings forth her own – her chosen will outlast time itself.”Tory turned to the old woman who’d been…
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Echoes of Ancient Egypt - Part 3
Tory’s body went limp and fell upon the silty black sand. She’d always had vivid dreams, but nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to experience. It wasn’t a dream, that much she could tell. Usually, in her dreams, she could sense that she was actually asleep, safe in her bed. This felt much more tangible. At first, she thought she’d been blinded. The emptiness was palpable – all…
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Echoes of Ancient Egypt - Part 2
Tory and Lydia raced passed darkened doorways, cracked mud-brick walls, and lines of dyed linens, wool, and leather hung out to dry. The commotion from the marketplace died away as they rounded corner after corner, zigzagging through the heart of the small city. The old woman glanced back every so often with a concerned expression, her tired feet shuffling faster than the girls would have thought…
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Echoes of Ancient Egypt
Tory looked over her shoulder, making sure her little sister wasn’t lagging too far behind. “Come on, Lydia,” she griped, “we’re gonna miss the bus!”Lydia, a conscientious child with a bright, cherubic face and bouncing brown pigtails, quickened her pace to catch up with her big sister. The bus driver screeched to a halt, just as Lydia and Tory reached the curb.“You two in a hurry or somethin’?”…
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Your Support Can Keep My Stories Alive
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The Magicians Fanfiction Ch 3
Chapter 3; A WILD GOOSE CHASE Kady walked into Brakebills Infirmary where Professor Lipson, in a fitted, navy-blue dress, was working diligently to set the tip of a student’s severed nose. “Hello, Kady,” she said with a polite but apprehensive smile, “What brings you here today? Are you hurt?”“No, I’m fine. Actually, I was hoping to talk to you about… Mayakovsky?” Kady said, blinking in the…
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Becoming Better
Ben drove his beat-up, blue Ford truck into a packed parking lot. He glanced over at his younger sister, brows furrowed with concern, “Leela, I don’t why you insist on coming to these things. You know how Mom and Dad worry.”Leela’s nervous smile vanished as she turned to face him, “And, why do you think they worry?”Letting out a frustrated sigh, Ben ran a hand through his fluffy brown hair. “It’s…
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As Julia poured over a thick, leatherbound book entitled, ‘Magicians in Ancient Rome,’ a shadow fell across the pages. She glanced up from her reading to see Plum Chatwin curiously eyeing the latin text over her shoulder. “Oh, um, sorry love,” Plum apologized, “I couldn’t help myself. I saw that-” she gestured toward the page emblazoned with an artist’s colorful sketch golden, jewel-encrusted…
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Fancy Forks
Being a food critic can be a harrowing ordeal. Last March, I decided to make my rounds, trying out different YouTube chef’s recipes at my home and rating them as I would any restaurant’s food on my blog, ‘Fancy Forks‘. Of course, this method of cooking the food myself is very unorthodox for a food critic, but I decided my culinary skills were at least on par with the intended audience, so it felt…
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The Magicians FanFic
CHAPTER 1; NEW FILLORY ‘Click’ Margo released her finger from the button on the bottom of the seahorse globe held upside down in front of her. Her brown eyes widened as a slow smile full of joy spread across her lightly bronzed face. “Oh, my Gods, you guys! Look!” exclaimed Fen.The magicians turned and stared where she pointed. Margo, Josh, and Alice collectively gasped in awe. There, on the…
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The Bacon Thief
This story is based on true events. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.Candace Applewood, known to her friends and family as Candy, awoke one sunny Autumn morning to the soothing sound of a rhythmic rain shower. Being only seven years old, she was quite cunning1 for her age and quickly deduced from the lack of pattering drops against her warmly lit window pane, there was no rain, and…
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Ancestress - Part 1; The Telleridians
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Kian studied the growing reddish-orange haze of the horizon as it pushed away the deep blue and purple blanket, fighting against that deep, dark endless night to bring warmth and light to the world once more. Dawn was upon her, and she had far to travel. Hitching her rucksack over her shoulder, she broke a thin layer of ice, dipped in a quickly-made leaf cup, and took a sip from the cold spring…
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Don't read; just a rant...
Don’t read; just a rant…
I absolutely detest being weak. I am so aggravated and upset because I can’t do the things I want and need to do. I can barely walk across the floor and it makes me want to yell and scream, but I don’t even have the energy to do that, so I just sit back and cry tears of frustration, wishing it would all just go away. I wish I could just placebo effect my way into being better. I wish I could use…

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Curative Chords
Despite the dispute within my mind, I retain the freedom to decide, when and where and why my recollections hide. While my soul is in despair, lingering demons dwelling there, twisted and tied between the lies, I find a place to bide my time. The only comfort I recall, that stands out above it all, are the songs I used to hear, that meant happiness was near. So when I’m faced with the fray,…

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