Personal Narrative On The Great Sphinx

The light was as bright as the sun and I could feel my retinas burning. In the back i could hear a slight beeping sound almost like it was graphing my heart beat. I heard voices, “Scalpel.” “I’m going to make the first incision now....” And then nothing, the voices stopped and i was back in my own head. I was startled by a falling sensation, as i was thrown into an even colder room. The light in here was dimmer, but it was still blinding. I crawled over to giant metal door and punched it and screamed for them to let me out. I needed to finish my work, my whole reputation depended on it. In a few

Ancient Egyptians are well known and admired for their design and construction of massive monuments. The enormous royal burial site known as the Valley of the Kings is an underground mausoleum with rooms not only for the Pharaohs but for their wives, children, animals and belongings for use in the next life. It is believed that the majority of these tombs have been explored and even plundered; however, archeologists are still uncovering a new understanding of the way of life and death during this time in antiquity. There are countless mysteries to discover at the Valley of the Kings.

Welcome, I am an Egyptologist from the British Museum, and I am here to talk to you about a fantastic civilization called Ancient Egypt. Ancient Egypt was an empire that began in approximately 3100BCE, and ended in 30BCE. In the time of Ancient Egypt, funerary customs were an important part of the Egyptian’s culture and beliefs and these customs evolved through time to become more elaborate, and common. The artefact I have chosen to explore with you is the book of the dead as it will provide you with a greater understanding of the complex funerary customs, and their beliefs in the afterlife.

This photo essay demonstrates the value the ancient Egyptians placed in material goods and earthly possessions, even insisting on being buried with them to take to the afterlife. Many of the items Tutankhamen was buried with were things that might have been important to him in his life, and thus buried to be taken with him to the afterlife, however other items, such as the funerary barge and the ornate canopic jars, suggest that these elaborate items are connected to their belief of passage into the afterlife. If this is true, it emphasizes the point that treasures have emotional ties, the ancient Egyptians would have had an emotional connection to whether or not their pharaoh made a safe passage into the

My legs are shaking with pain, but I need to know where I am and what strange things lie outside of that door way. Slowly I am making my way there, I hear people having a conversation just outside. I haven’t a clue what they are saying, it seems to be in some odd language. Finally I’m at the door. Terrified, I grab the knob and start to open it. It squeaks when I swing it open. In the hall I see no one, just white walls with white tile. “What the,” I say to out loud. I could have sworn I heard someone. My eye catches my room number, 387, it has my name on it. I look right and left, but see nothing expect florescent lighting and shut doors. I go to the door across from mine and try to open it. Locked, that’s odd. I try the next one, locked once again. I keep going, now at room 365 I give the knob a turn and it actually comes open. I hesitantly wander into the area. It looks the same as mine, minus the painting on one of the walls. It is an extremely abnormal painting. It depicts an out of the ordinary creature. “Why would this be in a hospital?” I whisper to myself.

Doing something new can be terrifying and freighting. The hardest thing that I’ve had trouble with is doing things in front of people. When onlookers stare at me it makes me feel awkward. The summer of two thousand and eleven, I made the volleyball team at Covington High School so, that meant this would put me in front of a lot of people. My team name was The Lady Lions. The Lady Lions and I have practiced all summer long for our first game. Unfortunately the first Monday of school was my first game. Monday’s arrival at school came fast! The game was at the end of the school day but, the more I thought about it the more nervous it was. This was a new situation for me because I’ve never been in front of a crowd that big.

A hot and blistering day, no clouds insight as the sun beams my face. So excruciating, my face smells like burnt trash. As I am waiting for the bus to pass by, there are several children playing on the swings across the street. The bus arrives and off I go heading to a town known for "Hope". As I arrive to the town of Plateros. I marched like wild fire to the temple. The journey, not an easy journey because I had to push and shove people out of the way just to get to the temple. It seems if I was back in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. Finally, as I stand at the front gates which happens to be massive? So massive they appeared to be touching the sky. I strolled through the gate and notice all the stairs just to get to the top. I remember the time of the Aztec 's pyramids where they would do human sacrifices for their Gods. As I make my way up the stairs like a captive. Once at the top of the stairs I stood this beautiful temple and what caught my eye was the outer structure.

Tutankhamun’s tomb created in 1323 B.C.E in Egypt demonstrates the burial traditions associated with ancient egypt. Both the visual and contextual pieces to this sarcophagus demonstrates the complexity and amazement that the ancient egyptians placed around death. From the materials that the sarcophagus was made out of and the symbols that can be seen, to the historical background surrounding the pharaoh that was placed inside many details about these people’s burial practices can be made.

Anxiety ripples through my body for weeks; before I know it, it is the day of the ‘mystery trip’. Apprehensively, Hanna and I approach the dilapidated building, which worries me, due to the fact that it looks exceptionally abandoned. From the skies, gargoyles peer down at us, their stone dead eyes carving into me. On one side, two windows are smashed and unadorned white drapes dance in the gentle wind. Furthermore, the hefty door looks to be hanging from its hinges. This trip is definitely no luxury trip.

As my horse stepped in the desert. He screamed loud and ran fast took all my belongings, now I am homeless i looked around but no one was there the only thing that I had was a map, I looked at the map then i started walking towards the west which is towards the town. I walked down the burning desert then I saw this pharaoh statue, I started climbing up the statue ( I am very silly that time). As I reached the top, I stretched my legs and hands.Suddenly something came to my head.

I don’t know who I am or how long I’ve been here. I’m in a small room with metal walls, ceiling, and floor. I can almost see a reflection on the wall. I detect some white, and some orange above it, but it’s nothing more than blurs. I am only wearing some kind of black, skin-tight underwear. I reach to feel the wall in an angered, feral state. It feels smooth. The room is empty: just three holes (two inches in diameter) on the ceiling, and a camera on a vertex of the ceiling. The holes look about six inches in depth. I can’t form a single thought. I notice tiny, spherical holes in the veins of my antecubital space. I am fed up being here. Suddenly, I feel my will return. I begin to realize the holes in my arm are from a needle. I can only

I stared in horror – that wall was stained with gruesome blood stains. What the smell was became all too obvious and I felt the need to vomit… that motion put away and forgotten in an instant when the shuffling of feet rustled behind me. Panic. I turned around in a blur, my eyes huge and watering. My stomach stirred in the slightest. A lamp? Indeed, a tall standing lamp radiated a warm light only a few metres in front of me. Was it real or a figment of my abused mind? Curiosity would get the best of me, lending me a tiny spurt of energy to boost me on my feet. Teetering footsteps led me forward cautiously, random tremors reminding me of my weakness. The lamp was close enough to touch, its friendly warmth the only hope in the world to me. Basking in it for some slow seconds, I wondered, maybe there were more things in the room that hadn’t been revealed to the naked eye? Turning sharp on my heel, I let out a blood curdling screech as I came face to face with the most horrific thing I had ever seen. Huge fly-like eyes took in my paling complexion, and a lopsided smile of stinking razor sharp teeth mocked me. Rancid skin that looked like the algae layer that sat upon a swamp bubbled and oozed, trickling down a sharply shaped ‘face’. Flight or fight reaction chose the obvious option and I turned back again to run. Where, I did not

If I have an opportunity to travel, I am going to marvel at one of the seven wonders of the world–the riddle of Sphinx, if the travelers pass by but could not answer the question, it would kill them. as I know it was a mythical stone statue in Egypt make lots of traveler interested in and figure out deeply about Egypt culture. If I did not read chapter 21, I may not know how intrigued Sphinx

I was woken by the moonlight I ran out of my bedroom looking around wondering what time it was. As I shifted out of the bedroom I ran toward my desk to finish my research on the last two Pangolin on the planet earth. I turned on my light to see two scaley balls rock back and forth in their large primal like habitat. I lefted up on of the scalely ball in both if my hand, after place the ball on my desk in unrolled and looked right up into the desk light. The brown scales in the pangolin was shiny like the sun beaming on a oak tree. I study the pangolin’s nails and see how how sharp and slender they were. The nails were conceived were covered in dung I cleaned of the pangolin after cleaning its nail the loung snouted knight wonder

In the middle of my teenage years, I found myself in a dark, circular room, almost like a cave. It was musty and stuffy, and there was no natural light. There were five paintings on the wall depicting men and women in various tortures with gruesome beasts and all manner of crawling creatures and general misery. Each painting was backlit and was the only source of light in the cave. I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from the gruesome trainwrecks that were hanging on the walls. As I spun around taking in each painting, a figure took shape in the shadows of the wall.