A Short Story Of Zayatz: A Fictional Narrative

Max just nods, like she doesn’t believe her, but she wants to. “Where are we going?”

“Not good,” he replied softly, before sipping his coffee. “We had the same experience, she said nothing to us, showed no interest in anything…what about drugs?”

“Nay, we’re staying at a friend’s oceanfront home, this time seeing the sites and enjoy the warmer weather California has to offer.”

“We could try the resort up on the hill first, my dad works there and might have taken Logan with him today.” Alana replied as she ran outside.

Za’zu looked over Zerdek once last time before bringing his fists up. He knew what was coming. The inevitable fight between them. Zerdek let out a small breath and did the same. He didn’t want to fight his friend, but he knew to gain his freedom, one of them would walk out the arena a winner, while the other was carried away in either a body bag or a stretcher. He mimicked Za’zu actions, getting ready for the bell to ring. As the moments pass, the loud ding of the bell echoes through Zerdek’s ears. He knows he has to make the first move to get the upper hand. He knows that Za’zu knows all his tricks and aces up his sleeve. He knows this is a fight they he might not be able to win, but he has to try. He needs his freedom. Za’zu comes in close,

“What exactly do you mean by somewhere else? We've taken her everywhere we could think of.”

They started investigating how long, what days, and how often they would hear the screams and cries. Until one day they decided too check out the house that was making all the noise. The old abandoned house. They packed food, flash lights, and their phone just incase they found something weird. When they got too the driveway of the abandoned house they were trying to whisper because if someone or thing was in the house they did not want them to hear their

“Yes, I’m here. Well, no I’m not here I’m here but I don’t know where here is. I’m lost.”

“Where exactly are we?” I asked, looking around while slowly exiting the vehicle. “This is the middle of nowhere.”

“You look like you have a lot on your mind, Hun. Would you like something to eat- my husband says that eating something always helps him sort things out. It just causes me to s-p-r-e-a-d out,” she said, spelling it out and then chuckled, but Joshua did not look up; he was stirring a little cream and sugar into his coffee.

After Luke had filled up his coffee for the third time, he popped a cigarette in his mouth–then looked at his watch before he lit it. “It's 10:30, there should be some kind of movement over there. She would be sitting on the back deck by now.”

"We wouldn't be able to find him until morning. Usually in the backyard", she said.

“More liberal then you know,” was all Valerie told her brother as their tongues danced together.

Mohammad Nowrouz is 78 years old. He has a passport and he will travel to the U.S. for the trial.

Egypt was nothing until Re arrived, he made and controlled everything including the people. Although as he grew older the people of Egypt stopped obeying him. For this purpose Re decided to call his daughter, to hurt the humans, she killed a numerous amount of men each day to a point where it got out of hand. Re filled the land of Egypt with red beer that would make Sekhmet stop. When Sekhmet saw the beer she assumed it was blood and drank it, after this she no longer killed anymore men. The day came for the young gods to rule, one named Isis knew everything but the secret name of Re and was determined to learn it. One day Re was poisoned by a cobra that Isis had placed on the road, Re had no other choice but to tell Isis his secret name in