Ancient egypt Stories

I am Nefer. My homeland is the valley along The River. By its banks I was born, in its waters I bathe. My people till soil made fertile by his floods. We travel upon him. Alone and desolate, I come to The River for solace. My husband perished fighting for Lord Pharaoh. His army was, they say, pursuing the fleeing enemy when they were caught in a flood. Had I known the pursuit would cost me my beloved, I would have told Lo...

  When I awoke I was entwined in Teia's arms. The last things I remembered from the night before was Teia's gentle, sibilant voice and her large, luminous eyes. We had kissed again and again for what seemed like hours. She didn't speak much of our language but she did know the word for beautiful - “Nefer, nefer, nefer Anatha !” I was touched and honoured. She was still fast asleep so I gently drew my arm from beneath her...

  "Why so thoughtful, John?" She asked. "I'm not sure. We've spent the last few months inside. I have not regretted a second of the time spent with you, as it has been the most intense time of my life. But I now feel the time has come to see new vistas," I said to Agnes. Agnes was a witch. Not the type who flew on broomsticks or mixed potions in a cauldron. Agnes was one of the Salem witches who had escaped being burned b...