EVELYN I was counting my steps as I walked to Karen's home. It was something I had started doing since I was kid, and for some reason, people had found it quite disturbing.. especially my Mum. Well, I couldn't blame her as when I was little I used to count aloud but now the crazy was all done in my mind.No one really knew why I did that, or rather, why I had started doing it. For me, it was both relaxing as well ‘focusing’. It really helped me concentrate, and as a kid that was something I had had serious issues doing. While it was alright for kids to not be able to focus, I wasn't allowed to do so. As a witch, or a sorcerer of any sort, mind control was arguably the most important skill. Before any magician could do anything, the mind had to permit it. The mind, of course, didn't have any ‘energy’ of its own but was there to act as a switch. Now, as the mind was there to permit magical acts, it was left to the magician to keep it under perfect control so such acts would come in use

EVELYN Her home was very small and the only thing worth looking at in her whole compound was the tomatoes she planted. The flowers weren't well arranged and it was clear that she had only started growing flowers. I hit the door bell and in an instant, a woman opened the door.“Hi, I'm Evelyn Itacha, mother of….”“Oh, I know who you are, Evelyn.”I kept my face straight to make her know I didn't come to play. “Well, I don't know you and I will appreciate it if you refrain from calling me Evelyn, it's Mrs Itacha for you” “Mrs or Ms? Whatever, what do I owe this pleasure?”I took a moment to breathe and spoke looking her in the eye.“I understand that you are a teacher at my son's school and I would like to speak with you, if you don't mind.”“Of course I don't, come on in!”Her living room was really small and awfully decorated. I would rather live in a motel my whole life than call the structure I was in a home. Jeez, I was only angry at the woman and had started to take it on her h

DAMON After driving for three long days, we finally got to Landera. Actually, we drove for only four hours but it felt like three days to me. Landera was a lovely town. The town was known for its participation in sport-related activities, and it could be clearly seen from the insanely big ‘Welcome to Landera‘ signboard that one saw before getting into the town. While Landera was way more lively than Woodhidge, it was still far away from any major city and it really told on the houses and the size and models of businesses there.Landera was more or less like Woodhidge...if Woodhidge had a community that worked as one, rather than everyone minding their business.“Let's park here, and get ourselves something to eat.”“I agree, I'm starving."We left the car and were about to enter a fast-food restaurant named ‘Blomba' when we saw a lady having a car trouble. Rather, tyre trouble. Her pump jack seemed to have oil leaking out of it.Mason being a ‘gentleman', went to meet her.“What is

DAMON Malcolm George was Kelvin's closest friend in Landera and if anyone knew what was going on, it was Malcolm. Malcolm was a shapeshifter and also a lawyer based in Landera.Mason was on the wheels driving to Malcolm's home, singing and as usual, trying to hit the high notes.. which he fails every damn time. Malcolm lived in Landera but his house was at the other side of the town so it would take a little while before getting there. My phone rang. It was no one else but Anita. Anita! We hadn't spoken since the last time I saw her.I picked the call.“Hi there, it's Anita. How are you doing?”“Hey, Anita, it's been a while, I'm fine, by the way.”She began to tell me, as usual, boring things about her very, very boring life, none of which I had asked for and I had zero interest in hearing anything from her, no matter how excited her tone was. Most of what I said was “oh" and “yeah”. Still she went on. “When will you be back to the town?" She asked. Back? How the hell did she kn

TILDA School was kind of funny. Every year had a particular ‘vibe' it gave. The year we got into senior class, we were all nervous, at the very least. Rightfully so ‘cause there were many things that seemed out of place, and it was that way for everyone. For instance, some were worried about getting the right grades to get into the universities of their choice. Clearly, lot of brainiacs filled this category. There were those who were very worried about graduating from high school, these ones didn't even want to think about colleges— high school was trouble enough for them. There were also the ones who didn't really care about their exams and grades or anything academic related. They were thinking about their next steps in life, what they could do besides college and the path that has been mapped out for them since they were born. There were other categories too. Like the silly ones wondering what would become of they and their lovers when they don't have school anymore. Irrespecti