I'm the author of the Dusk Eternal trilogy, an Egyptian-inspired fantasy adventure. I'm also a freelance blogger and content writer. I love reading ancient history and playing Dungeons & Dragons.
Vessels (Part 4)
Ashira grumbled as she exited the temple. She didn’t understand why she had to leave the catacombs. She knew Jeshed worked with the dead and it was he who had told her that she didn’t have anything to fear from them; that she should be more afraid of crocodiles when playing near the river. But Jeshed also said that a girl shouldn’t be present during certain rituals. He then finished by saying he couldn’t let her be on her own in the temple, to undoubtedly pester the other priests. Thus, she had been exiled from the calm coolness of her home and ousted into the loud brightness of the day.
Vessels (Part 3)
“Do I give it to you, or do I just leave it on the altar of Neferamtat?” Behren was his name, Jeshed remembered. He raised cattle in his modest pasture to the east of the village. He made offerings sparingly, usually only on the most important days like the rest of the villagers. They gave what they could and that usually meant they gave the least amount they could part with. Jeshed held no ill feelings towards them. Life was hard in the desert so when the dusty man arrived with a package of the choicest beef cuts, Jeshed was surprised.
Vessels (Part Two)
A quiet, worried, busy week passed while Jeshed cared for the girl. The storage room slowly turned into a proper bedroom around her. First to be swapped out was the sad cot with a decent bed. A bedside table was next to be added, so that he might leave water for her to drink whenever she was ready. A few days later, he found a papyrus illustration of some happy animals in a sunny field. He felt it would add some color to her room and perhaps give her good dreams so up it went on the wall. While in the market, he purchased a cotton cow doll and when he lay it next to her, he thought he saw a smile on her face as she slept.
Vessels (Part 1)
Seven years had passed since the embalmer raised the dead, and now it was time to send them out west after all their hard work. It was only right and proper.
The Cat in the Box
“It came!” the human female cried. Her high-pitched voice disturbed the cat only slightly as she napped on the dining table.
No Chocolate for Dogs!
Steve was just the worst. One day, without consulting me, he just moves into our house, bringing along his clothes and pillows and shoes that I’m not supposed to chew on. I mean, I’m not supposed to chew on any shoes, but it annoys me that I can’t tear up this intruder’s stuff. Who does he think he is? Doesn’t he know this house is just for me and Marco? The couch was the perfect size for the two of us, but ever since Steve showed up, I’ve been kicked to the floor.
Black Out Magic
When Tom pulled into his driveway, he saw the screen door was open. It smacked the side of the house with every gust of wind. He reached under the car seat and pulled out his Bowie knife. He had covered it in three layers of curses but it was also sharp. He felt safer with it than any gun he could purchase. Holding it close to his chest with the blade pointed out, he crept to his house and peered inside.
Poppin' Pork: I Learned to Make Tonkatsu During the Lockdown
The COVID lockdown wasn’t so terrible. At least, not for me. Not at first. Sure, the pandemic was terrible, but I would be okay. After all, I was an introvert. I was wired for this sort of thing. I would only leave the house for essential reasons like picking up groceries or prescriptions. I would have time without interruptions to actually do my job and write. And when I was done writing,I had plenty of video games to tide me over until this whole thing ended as quickly as it came.