Sobek And Hathor"HOW DARE HE do this to me!" Hathor shouted furiously, her beautiful face, as usual, contorted with anger.Sobek And Hathor7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Khnum shrugged at his potter's wheel. "It's his command. No one may disobey."
Hathor whirled about to face the sculptor god. "God Ra told you to make me a husband without even asking me? He very well knows I'm never going to marry! I vowed so myself. I'll never be the slave of any man!"
"It's his command," Khnum replied lamely, not knowing what else to say. Hathor's temper tantrums, frankly, frightened him. Trying a different approach to calm her down, he added, "You wouldn't be a slave. Your sister Sakhmet is married, and she's hardly a slave, is she?"
"Any woman who's married is," Hathor shot back. Khnum flinched away. "I'm the one who should know. I have them fall in love and they marry. But why they want to is a mystery to
Kebehut Pt. 2Continued from previous partKebehut Pt. 27 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was with a sort of smugness that Hathor went about her palace duties, knowing very well from scattered gossip--word traveled fast in these parts--that a change had come over Anubis. Her plan had to be working. He didn't stay to himself as much, and he seemed more vocal at gatherings. He'd even joked with Khenti Amenti in the Hall of Maati last night. But there was also something else. When he was doing his own chores, he seemed restless for some reason, and would continually look out across the fields, as if yearning to roam them. And Hathor knew why. Nephthys--his mother--didn't, though, and was becoming worried.
Hathor found this out one morning as she was examining herself in her large mirror, two of her ladies helping to brush her hair and apply her makeup. Her guard announced Goddess Nephthys--who otherwise dwelled in Amenti--and Hathor waved her in, knowi
Kebehut Pt. 3Continued from previous partKebehut Pt. 37 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh, no!" Nephthys cried, her hands pressing against tear-filled eyes. "No, no, my poor little Anubis!"
Thoth stood near the door to the goddess's room, silent. Upuat stood behind him in the hall with a sort of scowl on his lupine face, and Isis was trying to calm her sister down. Thoth had given her the news, and in an effort to soften the blow she had given it to Nephthys herself. Her efforts had been in vain.
"He'll be heartbroken!" Nephthys sobbed, sinking down onto her bed. "The first time for him and this has to happen--I wanted it to be so special for him, and now this--!"
"I know it will hurt for a while," Isis said. "For a long time, in fact...but Anubis can get over it. You've seen what he can do already. You know how he was when Osiris was killed. He did overcome it, eventually."
"But Osiris will live forever, no matter what!" Nephthys
Something In The MoonlightSAKHMET SAT BOLT upright with a gasp and glanced around her wildly, searching. Nothing but trees, to one side the river, to the other side the desert. The same as ever.Something In The Moonlight7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She put a hand to her breast and forced her breathing and heartbeat to slow down to normal. Awakened and frightened by a mere dream? What sort of behavior was this? She'd battled wild beasts and bloodthirsty demons before; why should a simple dream startle her so?
What was more, she couldn't even remember what it had been about!
The goddess growled under her breath and pushed herself to her feet, grabbing up her ax and quiver. The fact that she couldn't even remember what had frightened her was annoying. She'd been out here hunting for three days straight now and had yet to venture back to celestial Iunu; in that short time she'd faced down hippos and crocodiles and even a lion but none of them had managed to do anything more than get th
Kebehut Pt. 1ANUBIS WAS BORED.Kebehut Pt. 17 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every day, since Lord Sokar had ceded his job of spreading death to mortals to Anubis, he had done the exact same thing; and every night, at Judgement, he would sit by his scales and weigh the hearts of those who had died. Every day it was the same thing, over and over again and again. Now that Horus, the rightful king, had returned, and deposed the usurper Set--now that the great battle was over--it seemed there was nothing to do, either in Horus's palace or in the underworld. The only thing left that he actually enjoyed now was his lessons, when he could lose himself in penning elaborate hieroglyphs and studying the meaning and positions of the stars; yet even with this, he occasionally grew tired. There had to be something else to do.
That was why, one day, he decided to spend some time with the mortals. Though he'd visited them often, and had even known some before Horus had returned to the palace, he'd never
Set Set threw open the doors to his brothers study, the priests outside had told him Osiris could be found here. He slammed the doors closed behind him, and the boom echoed in the room.Set8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Is it true?
Osiris was staring at him, shocked. The two brothers looked nothing alike; Osiris had been born with a completely human appearance. He was handsome, everyone thought he was handsome, even Set admitted he was handsome.
Sets body was human too, but his head was shaped similarly to a camel, and the fur on his face was the color of dried blood.
Is what true, Set?
Set advanced on his brother and with one hand pushed the table between them out of the way. The papers Osiris had been looking at scattered across the floor. His brother took a step back.
clothesI felt the scratching material running over my skin like hot sand in the Sahara. "I'll be back in a couple of hours.", I said stiffly, almost numb.clothes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Fine.", he replied, his eyes focusing on the door as if there was a Hollywood movie playing on it.
I stepped outside the house, right into a puddle of mud. It was a cold and windy September day, no birds were singing and barely any cars passing by. I would just go to the woods, sit down on a bench, relax, maybe smoke a cigarette or two.
Step by step, my boots got wetter and wetter. So did my jacket. It was one of these old ones, those which they wore in the 80's movies I enjoyed so much. He had gotten it for my last birthday back in December of the last year - a very cold December. I remembered how the snowflakes wouldn't stop falling, flake by flake on the lifeless and grey ground, I remembered how he and I would run out the house, across the street right onto the field, we would build snowmen and have a snowball fight, we would giggle, l
She Is YoursNEPHTHYS SAT IN the garden, strumming her harp absently and staring at the stars. Although Horus's palace was a palace of light and life, she preferred it here, in her brother's palace in the underworld, in the land of shadow. Her sister was here, and though her son still lived with his half-brother in the kingdom of the living, he came to see her often. She was glad that they were so close. That her family had healed itself.She Is Yours7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was glad for the other change that had come. Perhaps, her family truly had healed. She had never thought it possible, even as she'd hoped. But it seemed to be true.
After the great fight against Yamm, when Horus the king, and Set, and the foreign goddess Astarte, had defeated the wicked god who threatened to hold them all prisoner, she had had a visitor. She had few visitors as it was. Yet this was one she had never expected.
He had come to her at night, a
Grandma Rose's Story: OneOral TraditionGrandma Rose's Story: One6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She told this story one day while she did beadwork and a few of her grandchildren played nearby. She remembered her own grandmother, the one who raised her as a little girl. She talked about a time many years ago, the last time she saw her grandmother.
"My grandmother lived on a place where she had a barn and grain holders and chickens and horses. She used to let me help her take care of the chickens. The horses roamed out to pasture, coming in sometimes for hay she always had ready for them. She and I lived there together. My older cousin, a young man then, stayed with us from time to time.
"My grandmother had adopted my mother a long time ago, see, and then when my mother died, just thirty-four years old, my grandmother took me to live with her. My sisters and brother went to my other grandmother but my grandmother wanted me with her. I was just a little girl then, not even old en
BlewI could never dream of EnglishBlew5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rains that lashed the slabs of Cornish
paves, as a wild clawed cat paws
waves into boats onto rocks
unto death. Hear the slosh
slosh slosh of Mousehole harbour's
bathtub slop; see the gulls flying
backwards, the rainbows as warning
flags, the white horses blowing
up the cliff and over the heath,
taste the wind-nipped salt
drying on your lips. Once I felt
the lightning buzz before
it cleaved a nearby birch in two,
once saw the eye of Men-an-Tol
winking in the storm, and fish
jumping for their very lives
straight into the mouths of birds.
The sea is everywhere. It bites
at our ankles, gnaws at the crags
in cliffs until the whole world
tumbles into its steaming maw.
It rises and falls, rises and falls,
hailing into the flanks of miserable
animals on the storm-sodden tor.
Do they pine, as we do, for one
last breath of stagnant summer?
Blind To LoveSHE SAT BY the river every day. She watched the waters, spied the birds, kept her eyes on the rocks as she hopped over them. He'd seen her shoot down a lion once while it was still out in the desert, and she by the water. So why then did she never seem to be able to see him?Blind To Love7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Khnum watched Lady Sati every day with growing frustration. He had been here longer than she had; the caves at the First Cataract, on Elephantine Island, had always been his home. Yet she'd been here for a good while also now, but for as much as he saw her, she never appeared to take any notice of him.
He supposed this wouldn't have bothered him so greatly if he hadn't been in love with her.
He heaved a sigh as he watched her today, stepping over the rocks and staring down into the water as she tended to do. She wore a crown with horns that curved gracefully upwards, yet their grace was nothing compared to her own. She carried a bow
Mistake in the MakingThe pride he felt was overwhelming, clouding out even the concern, concern that might have been better-founded than the hubris he displayed. But the white griffin was surely a gift worthy of her, perhaps even worthy of her praise, that tenuous thing so difficult to earn. He felt his lips give way to a small, rare smile as he considered what their princess may look like when presented with the great, proud beast.Mistake in the Making3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As if on cue with his thoughts, the griffin let out a cry that echoed through the balmy night, the call wavering, long, and low-pitched, almost mournful. Had he been a man of a less stern heart he might have sympathized with it they had, after all, taken the creature from the home it had made. But he was not that soft-hearted, and it had been such a beautiful creature, exotic for its rarity, that he could not deny himself the honor of capturing it, no more than he could deny himself the pleasure of presenting it to the princess.
Every time they rested on the journey he f
Experiment"At least it's clean," Seiteki grumbled to himself. Like many 'supernatural' creatures, he had decided to out himself a few years ago, partly on a whim, partly because humanity seemed able to deal with the idea. Again.Experiment6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Let us hope, my fellows, that we do not have another Rise of the Puritans or whatever!" he exclaimed to the blank white walls, expecting no answer.
"Please be quiet, sir," a feminine voice suddenly echoed in the room.
"Thank you for being polite, but I think not. You see, I need some way to amuse myself; if I cannot do so with a toy or something, then I will do so by speaking to nothing in particular. Besides, the only reason I even agreed to this little experiment of yours is because you swore you'd pay me quite the hefty fee after three months of participation, and then you would let be go and leave me alone so long as I lived. This I have in writing!" he cried to the ceiling, smiling slightly.
"Sir, please i
The Gargoyle and The MermaidThe Gargoyle and The Mermaid10 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
If you traveled far from where snow capped mountains make their berth, through golden deserts on camel back, and over countless emerald plains you would find a beautiful ocean, blue like a Himalayan Poppy and as fresh as a baby's first breath. It flows with fish, all colors of the rainbow, and within it is a kingdom constructed of both sand and coral. Along these sandy roads swim not only whales and goldfish but the prettiest of mer-people too.
Their skins are shaded in a multitude of color like the fish, ranging from lilac purple and sunshine orange to coal black. The luckiest of them even have tails that reflect different pigments, as though carved from diamond. The mer-people spend a great deal of time indulging on oysters, adorning themselves with pearls, and playing silly love games. They court each other day and night, the mermaids batting their lovely lashes at the handsomest boys, while the mermen performed daring feats before the most beautiful girls. At night they gather upon