Maize Scott
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Ammit
"What has become of Amun's fruitful land?" A soul-weary Ammit thought as she breached the top of the cliff and swooped down into the blood-stained valley. Ammit's heart wept at the horror before her. A once beautifully carpeted glen full of swaying blue-green grass, bright red poppies, and a cacophony of wildflowers. Was now riddled with mangled, disfigured bodies as far as the eye could see. Swallowing the lump of grief that arose at the view, Ammit scanned the scene for any signs of life.
By Maize Scott3 years ago in Fiction
Valley Of The Dragon Queens
Ancient Kemet 4562 BC There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least, that's what my great-grandmother has always told me. She loved to spin these fantastical tales of a time when Giants ruled these lands, and we Nubians were at the mercy of their tyrannical will. Then, one day before recorded history, the mighty Queen Ammut appeared from the underworld. Unraveling her shiny, scaly body like a gentle swan. Captivating all with her beautiful eyes, the color of Lapis Lazuli. Emitting a sound so melodic and beautiful that it put all who heard it in a trance. While the righteous slept, Ammut went to each soul, one by one.
By Maize Scott4 years ago in Fiction
From Cherbourg to Paradis
21 April 1912 My dear Papiere, What sorrow must the news have brought you in the last few days? I'm writing you in preparation for my and the children's return home without our beloved Joseph Phillipe. We started our journey from Cherbourg with such high hopes. My husband, our children, and I. Do you remember how excited we were to finally be on our way to my husband's beloved homeland of Haiti? I can still see Joseph Phillippe running into the cellar exclaiming over the letter he had received that morning from his uncle President Dessalines M. Cincinnatus. Mon Dieu that feels like a lifetime ago. Uncle Dessalines sent the beautifully written letter to inform Joseph Phillippe that he had secured an engineering position for him within his newly formed government. After all of Joseph's struggles to endure in my once beloved country without success. This letter was the lifeline we needed for a prosperous future together.
By Maize Scott4 years ago in Fiction
I, Bodhichitta!
"Just one more step, and you're mine," Bodhichitta says, stalking her prey. A giant bullfrog that'll be just perfect to put in the punch bowl at her perfect cousin Linda's sweet 16 birthday party. As the rest of the family were busy readying the house for the party, 11-year old Bodhichitta was active in the barren pear tree grove. Chasing down a bullfrog and coming up with ways to ruin her cousin's party, in front of all her snooty friends. A frog in the punch bowl would serve Linda right for eating Bodhichitta's piece of chocolate cake this afternoon. Bodhichitta had every right to that cake. Who cares if she was sent to bed early the night before for shaving the cat. First of all the idea was Linda's and everyone knew how much she loved chocolate cake. By lunchtime that day, Bodhichitta was starving and couldn't wait to eat her cake, but when she got to the kitchen, Linda was sitting at the kitchen table eating her piece of cake.
By Maize Scott4 years ago in Fiction
The Real Home Fauxes (pronounced Foxes) of Cheboygan
"OMG, she's like dead," Debbie Dolittle, hotel heiress an aspiring foot model, says into Camera 2 and to her social media fans on "Live." As she stands over the prone body of her reality show, Pop singer castmate Tete'D'air "TeTe" Jones. Making sure to hold her cellphone so that her "Live" fans get the best angel of her semi ashy feet and TeTe's prone body.
By Maize Scott4 years ago in Fiction
Beyond My Last Heartbeat
From an early age, we're taught and shown the versatility of the color green. In school, your art teacher will teach you that you'll get green paint if you mix yellow and blue paint. In botany class, you're taught how photosynthesis helps make our plants, trees, and grass, beautiful variations of the color green. Durning drivers education, you're oriented that the red light means stop, yellow light means slow down, and green light means go. Green is also the color of envy, but what do you do when green suddenly means "the end"?
By Maize Scott4 years ago in Fiction
Little Hapis and JJ
July 3, 1922 Orange Mound Memphis, Tennessee "Grab his tail!" 10-year-old "JJ," aka Joey Jenkins, yelled out to 7-year-old Hapis Lewis. The latter was circling around the drinking Saint Bernard they were currently trying to bulldog. For the last few weeks, the 2 kids have been trying to get their hands on him so that they could copy the moves they've seen "The Dusky Demon" do on the Cowboy reels at the local movie house, and today, they was their chance. JJ's father, Jerimiah, had brought the dog home for his wife as protection the week after they married since he worked late at night. Yet, "Precious," which his wife named him before she realized he was a boy, was about as helpful and harmless as a rug.
By Maize Scott4 years ago in Fiction
Cempasúchil
June 18th, 1899 NewLand Ranch Nacimiento de Los Negros, Coahuila, Mexico "There, that's the last one," Cempasúchil Jackson says, using her handkerchief to wipe sweat from her arched brow. Sitting down on the dais floor, Cempasúchil took a sip of her sweet iced tea and a moment to admire her handy work. For the past week, she had spent all of her free time hand-painting tiny little marigolds on 4 new "Happy Juneteenth" welcome banners for the upcoming Juneteenth celebration. Cempasúchil wanted everything to be perfect because this was the first year that her father had given her complete control over the festivities. In all fairness, Frank Jackson was happy to turn over the party planning reigns to his only child. Before his beloved wife, Rosalita, died 10 years ago, the town's Juneteenth celebration was chaired by her. When she died, the townsfolk asked if, as the largest landowner, Frank would mind taking over. So, after much thought, mainly for Cempasúchil's future, Frank reluctantly accepted, with the proviso that when his daughter turned 20, she would take over.
By Maize Scott4 years ago in Fiction
