Between the Mickey Mouse on speed voice or the silently staring weirdo to sit next to for an entire day on a bus, I think I'd have to settle with Mickey.

Now, this one is a very hard choice for me. Simply because, I hate to talk most of the time, and the only thing that could piss me off more than a person's annoying and most likely persistent voice, is a person looking/staring at me.

When a person stares at you, it's like they have lasers within their pupils, burning and scaring every spot that they sweep across. Their breathing, though it may be normal, seems louder and labored and wait! Was that a wheeze?!

Yeah, it gets that bad. You begin to imagine all sorts of things. Like are they going in their pocket? Are they trying to SNIFF ME?!

At least with the talking buffoon who sounds like a squeaky faucet or metal gears grinding against each other, you can be "entertained". Yeah, they are annoying, but at least they aren't staring at you, like they'd like to take a lick at your liver right?!

You already know what I'm talking about. Crazy-awesome dude on Ritalin.

Okay, so I've been tempted to buy two things from an infomercial! ShamWow and SlapChop! I mean come on! Have you ever seen his commercials? Incredibly addictive I'll tell ya!

Vince Offer is the guy's name and whenever I see or even hear his commercial come on, I'm so there. Like in the zone, it's almost like I'm in a trance. A slight smile spreads across my face and I'm just in awe at his 'sell tactics'. I'm not quite sure if it's his outgoing personality or if it's his amazing aim--in the SlapChop commercials he throws things over his should and they land in the sink that has to be at least 3-4 feet behind him, not to mention he never looks over his shoulder.

For Vince Offer, I would totally pony up on the money to get his products. Plus it's made in Germany, c'mon, "you know the Germans always make good stuff". Which apparently they do, since that one slip of material can suck up that much liquid. And always remember that you're going to love his nuts!

The bear will win and the shark will suffer ultimate humiliation! Jaws will be put to SHAME!

Okay, so if a bear and a shark get in a fight, I'd say the bear is going to win. Lets forget about the fact that bears grab and DEMOLISH fish everyday and what is a shark, but an over-sized fish with killer teeth; but besides that, lol, the bear can come into the water and swim a while, sink those terrifying claws into that shark-flesh, drag him to shore and let him suffocate from lack of water-oxygen!

Yup, the bear would totally Own a shark any day... unless he got lazy. Or if the shark was a freak of nature and could Walk (spontaneous leg growth) onto land and eat the baby bears before ol' Momma Bear got back from snatching Leg-Shark's cousins!

Mailbox key
Pretty self explainatory really. I need it to open my mailbox which is usually empty save for bills for the last resident! WTH?! Change of Address woman!

Bedroom key
Whenever I leave the building I lock my bedroom. You can never be sure if maintenance will have to come in while you're away, so lock your stuff up! lol!

Apt. key card
If I don't bring it, I'll be locked out of the building and will be fined $35, b/c I have no roommates to let me in!

ATM card
Duh

Starbucks card
Hey! Who can resist a Strawberries & Crème Frappuccino?!

Dominicks Card
All those discounts add up. =D

Student ID
Even more discounts =D

CTA Card
To catch the train, and just why did Chicago decide to raise the fare?

Cash
To add to CTA/Student ID/Starbucks cards and to buy yummy burritos at Chipotle, groceries and whatever I may need or want.

Cell Phone
Lol, really?

Lists
If I'm going to the Dominick's. make sure I only buy groceries I need, before going crazy and searching for all the Red Tags!

“Amun,” a familiar voice called through the haze in his mind.

Amun groaned, feeling the soft bed beneath his body and the feel of a wing grazing gently over his face. He felt a shift of weight on his bed as someone moved loser to him.

“Amun?” The person inquired sounding concerned.

“Nhnn...,” Amun groaned into his pillow.

Then Ramses nipped his ear very hard.

“OWW!” Amun yelled, quickly turning over to sit up and nursing his ear.

The falcon clicked its beak at Amun and turned it’s head. Amun looked at it. Ramses was still alive! Amun actually smiled, he was only dreaming.

None of that stuff happened! He was so relieved to see the falcon with all of it’s feathers still attached to it’s body, that he grabbed the falcon and ignoring it’s squawks of protest and indignation, kissed it on the top of it’s head.

When he finally realased the falcon, it was disgruntled and no longer wanted to be within arms reach of him and flew off to the other side of the room, where it perched on top of a small stool and began to fix his feathers.
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Later that night, Amun went back to his home and for the first time, he went back completely sober. When he walked into his small home, that he’d had bought after his parents died and walked into his room, he noticed that Ramses was sitting on his pillow, ruffling his feathers.

Amun looked at the falcon, feeling something deep within himself stir. It was an odd feeling, one that frightened him but one that he didn’t want to go away. It was addicting and it seemed to slowly flow from the pit of his stomach outwards taking over his entire body in sections, until it felt as though his entire body was warm from it, his skin on fire.

He felt the mark on his chest ache in a way it had never ached before. It seared and twisted and coiled, and it felt as through something was wrapping its way around his very heart, squeezing un-relentlessly and getting tighter by the second.
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After listening to Ra for hours and being nipped by Ramses, that damned falcon, Amun knew that he had a mission that would take him most of his living life to complete. But, he also knew that Ra didn’t care how many times he had to attempt it; it was his mission and he’d have to go through with it, and Ra would continuously check on his progress, on the same day and at the same time, each year.

At first he thought that it would be easy to complete the first part of the mission, finding three trustworthy and true friends. Then when he’d found them, Ra would tell him the rest second part of the mission. It sure sounded easy enough, but he soon realized, how hard this part would be. Finding one trustworthy person in the world was hard, and he had to find three. He looked for a long time for three true friends.

Years.
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The bright sun woke Amun up the next morning, it wasn’t to his usual half of his body hanging off of his cot and onto the floor, but to his entire body directly on the floor, his face pressed into the floor and aching all over.

Though his back, arms and legs were cramped from sleeping on the floor all night there was one feeling that seemed to stand out from all the others. The feeling in his chest that felt as though something had been burned into the very center of his chest down into his very heart.

He looked down at the source of his pain and what he saw there made him gasp. He had large, red looking mark on his chest. It was round with what seemed to be what looked like little flares with a symbol in the middle of it.
It was the symbol in the middle of it that caught and held his attention. It was black and vivid on his light brown skin, but it looked as though it were only a birthmark, a long lasting part of his skin, like it was always there. But, the burning sensation on his skin let him know it was just recently put there.
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Okay, so I haven't been updating, but I now have a VERY huge chunk of writing to pin on you. YAY! LOL, I'll do it in small chunks instead of one big file, because that would just be so mean since it's grown to 75 pages as of this second.

The title has also changed!
It's no longer Mystery which was then changed to Adventure. It's now, Humor/Parody/Satire and it's title has changed from Three to Stranger than Ancient Egyptian Fiction! LOL (yes like the movie Stranger Than Fiction)

Here we go:


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Word Count:   911 / 50,000


PROLOGUE


It was yet another night spent awake for the young Amun Ubaid. He’d heard it again; the voice that always called out to him and always called him by name. He wasn’t as afraid of this voice as he had been before. Amun surveyed his room once again before lying back once more. Before his head could touch the pillow he hear it again. Louder this time, directly into his ear.

“Amun,” the voice whispered into his ear.

Amun shot up, his breath coming in short panicked spurts. He looked to the spot next to his bed where he’d heard the voice come from, but nothing was there. He let out a shaky breath that he’d been holding since he decided to look to the spot.

His hands still clutching the cotton sheet, he shakily pulled them over his body once more. He settled comfortably in his bed, his head in his favorite spot and angle on his pillow, when all of a sudden it was yanked from under his head.

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