Talking to Horus
By 8meerkat8
This story tells of ardeth mourning the loss
of his best and most cleverest friend. But one
day, he discovers he can actually talk to him,
but horus was nothing he expected at all…
striding through the coarse sands of hamunaptra, on
the back of a black horse, rode ardeth to release the
great anger and sadness that lay within. His dark app-
earance had described precisely how he felt. He had
never grieved so much for anyone else such as this.
Others around him have taken note of this. This is
what they said (everything has been translated from
Arabic-2-English):
"like, OMG, that guy has been acting like, totally
emo."
"I know! It's like, it's just a bird man, let it go."
"tubular!"
"yo that wasn't just no bird!" said an elderly woman.
"he raised that bird like he was his mama!"
(this elderly woman is totally old-school ghetto, and is
in fact, ardeth's grandmother).
"who invited the old hagbag?" whispered one of them.
She wore a dark blue robe and a matching baseball cap
worn backwards. Under the baseball cap was her gray
hair tied back with a piece of leather. And yes, she wore
sunglasses (her name is Rebekah).
"I know you need a tic tac." At that moment, she took
out a small plastic container full of tic tacs. She poured
one out of her hand, then spied at it.
"maybe two." She looked at the tic tacs again, then
poured them all out on the palm of her hand, and
physically shoved them into the man's mouth.
"that should get rid o'yo stank breath." She then
walked away.
"what was that about?" asked one of them.
"mmhmmhhhph(I don't know)" was the muffled
answer of the man with the tic tacs shoved in his
mouth.
Ardeth lies solemnly staring to the ceiling perfectly
motionless. A knock is heard on his door, yet he does
not answer it.
"hey. How's my favorite grandson?" Said rebekah.
Without looking over, ardeth answered with another
question.
"Jiddah? how did you get in my house?" He reffered to his grandmother as Jiddah
"I have a key." She took out a copy of his house key. "