Rachael Dunn
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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.
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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.
By Rachael Dunn4 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Rachael Dunn4 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Rachael Dunn4 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Rachael Dunn5 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Rachael Dunn5 years ago in Feast
What Color Should I Paint the Mind Flayer?
My husband and I stood open-mouthed in the hobby shop. We gaped at the sheer enormity of choices before us. Human paladins, half-elf bards, dwarf fighters, and half-orc barbarians looked down at us. Each one looked cooler than the last. I knew we only had so much money, but I felt I could easily drop a thousand dollars in my friendly local game shop.
By Rachael Dunn5 years ago in Geeks
Putting My Dog to Sleep Was One of the Hardest Things I Ever Had to Do
On Friday, March 31st, 2017 I had my dog Root Beer put to sleep. We had made the appointment earlier in the week. My mom’s recent death not even two weeks prior was sudden and unexpected. With Root Beer, we had too much time to dread the final day.
By Rachael Dunn5 years ago in Petlife
Dealing with My Mom's Death
On March 19th, 2017, my mom died. The cause of death was ultimately labeled as cardio myopathy, and it was no surprise. She had been in terrible shape, drank and smoked when doctors told her she shouldn’t, and had bipolar disorder that she frequently self-medicated with prescription pills that were not hers. The only thing that really stunned me was how sudden it was. I knew she was going downhill, had been for years, but I didn’t expect her to reach the bottom as quickly as she did. I thought there would be more warning.
By Rachael Dunn5 years ago in Families
I Cuss During Yoga
I’ve been practicing yoga instead of weight lifting these past few months. With weight lifting, I tend to do too much, like I have to prove something. And I was getting to the point where I would need to actually buy some equipment rather than just use the rickety bench a cousin left over when he stayed with us for a bit. I’d have to buy a squat rack, and I didn’t want to have to try and lug that down into the basement where my Deadlift Dungeon resided.
By Rachael Dunn5 years ago in Longevity
I Thought I Was Going to Die at the Office
I'm sitting in my favorite coffee shop while I write this. It's been well over a year since I've been inside this cafe. I was (and still am) diligent about social distancing, stopping the spread, washing my hands, masking up, and all that. But now that the vaccines are being widely distributed, I feel more confident in leaving the house for a bit.
By Rachael Dunn5 years ago in Psyche
