Her Name_Draco Vigilans_And Then, There Was…_Tale of the Ponytail
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Her Name
The golden light streaming through the window turned her brown hair bronze as she tucked a gentle curl behind one ear. Faded ink and paper filled my nose and I looked around at the maze of bookshelves. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly in concentration and wrote a title in the log book. Thinking deeply, she doesn’t notice me walk in, though to be fair I had frozen, starstruck, as soon as I entered. I cleared my throat and she whipped her head up, clear green eyes catching me. Her face settles into a smile and she calls, “Can I help you find anything, sir?” I walked forward and leaned across ...
Draco Vigilans
“Touch the dragon.” They chanted. “Touch the dragon. Touch the dragon. Touch the dragon.”I crouched behind a rock in the musty old cave, buffeted by the howling wind on the outside and the scalding dampness of the dragon’s lair on the inside. I was definitely getting a cold after this; I’d just climbed up to the tallest peak of this awful mountain, and my every muscle ached. Behind me, the gaggle of ghosts continued chanting and being useless, same as they had done the entire way up.To be honest, I was sick of their dreck.“Touch the dragon, Liliana!” Thundered the biggest, scariest and most in...
And Then, There Was…
Light flashed all around. The tunnel was lit brightly. It was in fact, not a tunnel, at least that is not it was called. It was a light-way, a pathway of light. Everything else outside was dark. Back home, it was the opposite. It was dark inside the tunnels and everything around was light. At least, that is how it wowww.onedoor.ccrked during the day. On Earth. But this, this place was space. And the light-way was a new-age name for a wormhole. Cause wormholes didn’t sit well with the ones who traveled through them. You simply cannot enjoy traveling through something that is known through a combination of ...
Tale of the Ponytail
Paro, a 29-year-old holding veil in her teeth firmly with a frowning brow walking through the busy streets of Old Delhi lanes while her saree constantly hindering her fast pace footsteps. She approaches a telephone booth and requests the booth owner to let her make a phone call urgently. The owner eyes the long queue outside the phone booth and then the helplessness with the Paro is requesting. He makes a decision while combing his already set hair and comes out of his shop letting everyone hold until Paro makes a call. A lady overheard a money request made by Paro on call and passes the infor...