// The prick of a needle can't be that painful. Can it? //
"Yes. It can." I gently replied
// Ohh, really ? Which one.//
"Cleopatra's needle at London." I said with a sigh
// Man! You are nuts!?.//
Facile to say that I heard these words all the time. Don't think of me as a lunatic who's lost her mind. Perhaps, it'll all make sense if you know 'bout my life. I could start at any point of my life and more than you would expect, it ain't a happy story.
I've been incessantly told that I inherited my mother's emerald-green eyes, peach-blonde hair and her blithesome smile. Well my smile was simply caducous yet saturnine : Falling down real quick as if you're riding on a rollercoaster.
Speaking of rollercoasters, I think you'll find my life as a huge rollercoaster oscillating up and down with my heart palpitating. To make matters simple, I lost my mom and I stay at London with Muffin; My pet cat. He has ears which 're abnormal for any cat and his tail looks exactly like a
Ever since, my mom left I have been wearing these sort of "Who-knows-they-may-protect-you" talismans or amulets o'er my neck. To be honest, I don't believe in these cheap things, my amulet looks akin to a killer-alien or something and Carter's is just an eye : The eye of Horus you could say.
That was a talk of the past until I found out that muffin was disguised as Bastet : The Egyptian god of fertility, cats, protection and etc. Yes. Muffin was indeed a black horse in our family. This cat has been in our family for as long as I can remember, while her true divine version is of a supple muliebrity figure.
As I mentioned the word "family" a lot of times ; Certainly not an iota of that. As said earlier, my dad is obsessed with Egypt. I think the sobriquet "Egyptologist" impeccably suits him with out a further doubt. Ironically, my dad is an Egyptologist. You might be like : "Oh Sadie! You're lucky to go and visit the mummies and see the sarcophaguses !." Nope.My brother, Carter can explain that. Well, I do have a few references for that. Take this for example:
On last Christmas eve, me and my brother were standing at the foyer of the British Museum. I could see the Rosetta Stone scraggly scribbled with hieroglyphs which looked far more worse than staring at the math numbers on my textbook. I definitely earned a cheesed-off look on my face. That was just the beginning until dad took a boomerang and tried to write something on that stone and voila! Osiris appears! That was when I found out that I was connected to the pharaoh's and so-called "legends", wizards and magicians of Egypt.
So far, my life has not been cool and ubiquitous voices of : " A needle's prick can't be that bad.", were enwreathing me like actual dreck. I miss my mom's berceuses, smiles and care if it hadn't been the death of her on an ominous night at Cleopatra's needle : An obelisk which swaggered at the days and nights as if proud to take my mom from my life.
Pardon me for the long read guys! I just got into some feeling and wrote this as inspired by reading the Kane Chronicles by Rick Riordan.
the_speccy_outsiderOkay this surely is a masterpiece! You've magically constructed every para. And this was a heartfelt read for me as I'm an avid Cat lover. You are one talented writer here. Glad to be reading your posts.
daffodilpearlzzWoahhhh !!!!! This one's so emotional but awesome again Can't believe someone could be such a splendid writer at such a young age You will grow up into some great personality, that the upcoming generations will know about through their textbooks and libraries, if you truly keep up this writing skill