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Howling With The Wolf

The unimpeded thoughts of the spirit

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December 2015

Prologue

Debby stared at the 2 storey house in the suburbs and then at the tall skinny man beside her.

“This is where you live?”, she asked incredulously, watching Styke’s chest puff out a little.

“Yes, well, my work does come with it’s benefits”, he said, attempting to be modest. And failing. Miserably. He looked every bit the arrogant prat that he was. She rolled her eyes at him and followed as he signaled the watchman to open the gate.

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A Kidnapping

This is a poem I wrote way back when I was still in school. It was one of the first poems I showed my friends and after the appreciation this poem got, I began to maintain a book.

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A Christmas Tradition

Now, Christmas isn’t exactly a Hindu festival. Then again, I had no idea what the difference was when I was 3 years old. I don’t think I care anyway.

My Mum was convent educated, which is presumably how she knew about Christmas Traditions.

Every year, I remember sitting down with mom,  decorating a red tray, which was probably an upturned sweet box.😝 We stuffed it with balled up cotton and I used to ask Mom if that’s what snow looks like.

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Another year remembering you

Dear Dada,

14th December 2009, I remember writing the date in the specified corner on my answer sheet for my 10th standard prelims. Never in a million years had I thought the significance and grief that would be associated with that date from that fateful afternoon.

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Chapter 12: Grieving

All my previous posts can be found here

For some reason that I have no idea about, when I posted my last chapter, the last few extremely important lines did not get posted, so I’m going to add those lines in bold right below this line


 

Aurora woke up after a short nap feeling less sore than she had been before. Conjuring the sword really took a lot out of her, she supposed. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to visit Peritia again, just to ask her if the lessons would be changing tomorrow. She imagined they would.

Putting on her simple clothes, she wondered if Nick had enough confidence in her abilities or simply thought she was expendable. She’d really have to visit him today.

Just as she opened her door, a flurry of long limbs seemed to dart by. A little taken aback, she peered out to see Quesios hurrying down the hallway and she followed him just in time to watch him freeze at the sight of Nick coming out of the Library with a few texts in hand.

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