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Temple of SETI I (Abydos)

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Tomb of Set I in the VALLEY OF THE KINGS

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This magnificent alabaster sarcophagus comes from the tomb of the 19th Dynasty pharaoh SETI I. It was discovered in 1817 by Giovanni BELZONI, a flamboyant Italian Egyptologist.

Belzoni discovered the intricately carved coffin during his excavation of Tomb KV17 in the Valley of the Kings and brought it back to London for a special exhibition in May 1821 at the Egyptian Hall in Piccadilly.

After the exhibition the sarcophagus was stored at the British Museum until 1824 when the museum turned its nose up at the £2,000 price tag, and it was snapped up by the architect John Soane in 1824 for his private collection. On his deathbed, Soane bequeathed his home and possessions to the British nation, to protect them from his wayward sons. Seti I’s sarcophagus can be admired in a special basement room of the museum to this day.

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Set I, Prompt 25: Write a story set in fall

WC: 244

           Red, orange, brown, yellow. The colors float in the sky like bubbles. I could say leaves, but that would’ve been all too obvious. But yes, they are in fact leaves, floating slowly to the ground. Some of them don’t even get there because of the wind, picking them up and sweeping them away. I can’t help but chuckle at the ones that look like they try so hard to make it to the ground, only to flutter away a moment before they touch down. It almost looks like they changed their minds.

Today my plan was to go out and play until sundown, using the leaves as pillows to fall into when I jumped, and climbing the quickly baring trees. But instead I will stay inside and read. I found my favorite series again earlier this week, and now I’ve all but been sucked into the books again, and therefore will be reading rather than going outside today.

This particular series is about a dystopian world divided by blood, and the powers that rest within one girl’s hands. She tries to unite the society, by tearing down the government and it works, with some bumps along the way. It really is marvelous, and I’m content to stay inside with my pumpkin spice cocoa and a blanket and my book. So, fall the leaves outside my window, I’m much more fascinated by the tree that rests in my hands. It is my favorite after all.

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Set I, Prompt 2: Write a story with no dialogue, only description

WC: 256

           The wind twirled her hair with every gust, adding tangle after tangle, with no care in the world about the time it would take to brush it out when the girl got home. She smiled at the smells that owned the brisk air. There was maple, and damp leaves, and forming dew and the smell of pine in every breeze that passed. She stared as the falling sunlight penetrated the tree line, filling her front yard with broken and ever-shifting rays of sunlight that she could picture her future children playing in. She wanted to start a family here, in the autumn air, to have her perfect life, with the man standing next to her.

           He smiled at her, knowing that this was her favorite time of day, and seeing nothing but pure joy in her eyes made him the happiest he had ever been. She was his entire world, and this was the kind of scene she could collect her inspiration from. He knew that she wanted a family, and he was happy to give her whatever life she wanted, because he wanted it too. He wanted more than anything to have a family and a life where the autumn air filled with pine bled through the trees. He reached to her hand, and she looked at him with adoration as she squeezed his fingers in her grip. The silent ‘I love you’ was felt by both as they continued to enjoy the evening together, never dreaming of life that could possibly be better apart.

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Set I, Prompt 18: Write about what happens after dark

WC:329

           The sunset was pretty, but the time of day he loved most was the night. He would sit on the roof of his house, above the street lamps, and look at the stars. He would watch the phases of the moon pass as the days did, and watch the constellations change positions as the seasons did. He also loved to imagine what really happened in the world at night.

           Sometimes he thought about meteor showers and how they could be battles between Gods in the sky, or even just pebbles between angel brothers, being thrown as a distraction for each other that ended up distracting us. Other times, the stars looked like they were having a conversation. They twinkled and winked and shimmied in the night sky they were talking about something we could never understand, simply because it was every day topics for them. Usually he felt like this was the moon’s only time to come out and play. After all, it would make sense if the sun was the bully that wouldn’t share, then the moon could come out and play when the sun goes to bed.

           Then sometimes, He considered the darker options. The nighttime could be the time the darkness finally has a chance to creep back over the world, taking everything back over, like a rightful ruler finally returning home. Perhaps when the darkness takes over, the creatures that live within it could come out and explore everything it can’t touch in the day light. They would slink around with their sharpened teeth, and claws that drag on the ground as they take their sauntering steps to capture the living people. They would probably meet up with the monsters under the bed. There would be parties of them working together to scare children to death and feeding off the bodies.

           Or maybe the dark is just when it’s calm outside, and maybe the dark doesn’t want to be feared, maybe it just wants hugs.

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Set I, Prompt 45: Write a story featuring the color orange

The air was thick with humidity, as the rain had stopped only a few hours ago, and now the clouds were beginning to thin. The sun was lowering, coming close to the horizon as it began to change from yellow to orange. The trees were loud with their inhabitants chirping and squawking and chittering to signify the too-close end of the day. The flowers in the clearing swayed in the breeze that came from the east, already biting with the chill of the night-soaked land it came from.

Sunset was always the most amazing time of the day. The sky was painted with pinks, purples, and the ever-changing blue, getting darker and darker. The cotton-candy colored clouds were skimming across the sky above the horizon, playfully skipping around each other. But the sun itself… that was the most elegant shade of pure, burning orange. It could make you feel alive even in the darkest hour. That orange was what inspired people to move, to make a change, because it signified change from day to night, and brought the difference between the starkly contrasting halves of time.

The sun dipped behind the tree line, the powerful orange disappearing with it, and peace fell through the clearing. Everything began to fall asleep as they awaited a similar orange to wake them for the next day.