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Dreamweaver
“Why are you still up?” the old woman barked. This child never sleeps when she should, Lord Embaur is gonna be furious. Why is this child still up? She makes this so much harder than it has to be. “Can’t sleep,” she said. “Oh, you need help getting back to sleep?” the old woman asked.…
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Egyptian Goddesses: Isis
The legend of Isis and the Seven Scorpions Isis speaks: I am Isis, the Great Goddess, the Mistress of Magic, the Speaker of Spells. I came out of my house which my brother Set had given to me, for Thoth called me to come, Thoth the twice great, mighty of truth in earth and heaven.…
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Egyptian Goddesses: Nut
Nut (pronounced “newt”) is the goddess of the sky and heavens. She was the daughter of Shu, god of earth, and his wife Tefnut, goddess of moisture. She was part of the cosmogony (a theory of the origin of the universe) of Heliopolis. The ancient Egyptians believed that she protected the Earth deity Geb, her…
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Egyptian Goddesses: Tefnut
Tefnut is an ancient Egyptian Goddess of moisture and is strongly associated with the moon and the sun. She was known as both the left (moon) and right (sun) “Eye of Re” and represented moisture (as a lunar goddess) and dryness (as a solar goddess). Her name means she of moisture and its root can…
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Egyptian Goddesses: Wadjet
The cobra goddess Wadjet, (Wadjyt, Uadjet, Edjo, Uto), whose principal cult center was at Buto in the Nile Delta region of Lower Egypt, had a shrine, attested even from pre-dynastic times called the ‘per-nu’, or ‘house of flame’. She had her own priesthood, as well, attested to in a Ramesside inscription on a block statue,…
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Ornaments
What does it feel like to be an ornament on display? I imagine it’s terribly depressing to have thoughts and ideas yet not be able to express them in their rawest form. To sit around and wait to be adored for your inner beauty. Ok perhaps your adored more for your outer beauty being an ornament…
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Ode to popsicles
A single wooden stick is all that remains. Cold cold cold ice soothes my soul as frozen fruit pieces melt in my mouth and their juices drip down my fingers. Savoring the yummy sweetness transports me back to grandmas house where I spent warm summer nights laying barefoot in the cool grass, gazing through the…
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Alana’s Heart
Alana’s heart Just outside of town on the edge of the forest a witch lived in a tiny old cottage. Adeline was a small woman no one could tell just how old she was but she had always lived in that cobble stone house on the top of the hill. Surrounded by withering oak trees…