The Scrouge of the Nile

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
An evil man won't give the king any crop

Submitted: November 21, 2012

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Submitted: November 21, 2012

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It was a very humid day in Abudos, a very sandy and dry plain near the Nile River, when a farmer named Osiris went to check on his crop.  Looking up he noticed Seth “the god of storms” was forming gray clouds in the sky above him and he hoped for just rain so the Nile could flood bringing him a good harvest of barley and a fair amount of wealth.  Osiris hoped that the Nile didn’t over flood because his home was not far from the Nile and it was made of mud and sticks.  When he turned back to head home he noticed a kitten drinking from the river and kicked it into the river.An evil snicker escaped from his mouth and he muttered, “I hate cats!” 

 

Osiris was mean, nasty and independent for his age of 20; he lived a few yards away from the Nile so he could constantly keep an eye out for people wanting his crop.  He once killed a little hungry boy for trying to ask for some of his crop to eat.  Osiris was a tall and very intimidating man with broad shoulders.  Since he was bald, he would always wear a cone shaped hat made of white fabric that made him look even more intimidating as it shaded his pale face and green evil eyes.

When Osiris returned to his home, he decided to sit at his table near the window and eat a chunk of barley and slept many hours later at that table. He awoke with the ceiling inches away from his head. After Osiris noticed this change in height, he quickly got up both injuring his head and getting his pale sandals drenched with water.  He cursed Seth for over flooding the Nile and getting his feet wet. Then Osiris checked on his crop “darn it”, he uttered in his breath as he looked over his half drowned and ruined crop.

Suddenly a messenger arrives with a message from King tut “Osiris! A message from our king! He demands a share of your barley!”

“My barley! The king demands my barley!” ,Osiris pulled out a knife and pulled the young messenger closer, “Now you listen here. You go back to your king and tell him that all of my barley belongs to me. Now do you understand?”

“y-y-yes I do sir.” the young man replied with a hint of fear in his voice.

“Good, now leave my sights before I lose my patience and turn your flesh into food for my crop.” Osiris growled in a deep tone. Osiris released the young man long enough for him to leave. “ And get a man to rebuild my home.” He yelled after him.

Later in the evening his house had been rebuilt and the worker was arguing with Osiris for payment. The argument ended with Osiris’s crops being fed and his wealth unchanged. Osiris then sat back down at his table drinking wine (or so it seems) and chewing a stick of barley, quickly falling asleep at the table.

Another horrible week later, a solider arrived at the home, “Osiris! The king demands to know why you don’t wish to share your barley!”

“well why don’t we come inside and discuss the manner like gentlemen?” Osiris insisted as he led the solider inside his home and prepared two cups of wine. He handed one to the solider and set the other in front of himself. “So what seems to be the issue at hand?”

“The king has demanded that you give him a share of your crop but you rejected the messenger. Why?”

“Well I believe that the king does not need any of my barley because he already has the crop of a thousand farmers.” The solider takes a drink of wine and starts gaging. Slowly he begins to fall off of the seat and collapse there on the floor. Once the room went silent, Osiris dragged the body through the doorway and buried it in the crop field.

Then, weeks later, the crop finally grew back and flourished from the flood. Extremely satisfied with the results, he decided to celebrate with a bottle of fresh wine and a stalk of barley. He passed out and slept happily. But while he slept, an intruder entered the home making not a sound as the intruder crept closer to Osiris. When the intruder was mere inches away from Osiris, the intruder pulled out a knife and stabbed Osiris repetitively. The intruder left as soon as Osiris stopped breathing.


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