A wolf in the garden

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d my secret; I was using drugs. Hence my overdose. He was so disa

see and think of my pain? Why? Well, I decided to be better. No matter what, I'll never play around wi

d to stay at home for some time until I was c

do, Dad, Lady Velvet, and even my cousins tried to k

the window of my room facing the garden, enjoying the cool night breeze and how

bushes. I'm sure I did. I became alert at once and docked under the

den, I may not have seen the creature because it was very black. As I kept looking at it, I saw the figure transform into a h

o my bed as silently as possible and lay on the bed with my eyes tightly closed. Did I see wha

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l or was it all in my head? The following night, I crept under the window and

o of the image of the creature and the man that had become tightly fixed on my mind. The black creature resembled

and what seemed to make my stay at home worth it and exciting. I searched the internet trying to find an explanation for what I had seen

, I was looking out of the window at night, enjoying

window once again and looked but I didn't see the creature. Then it

lly, no one was up. I stood in front of the kitchen window with my telescope. From my kitchen, I could see the gar

reathed in and out, and swallowed hard. Sure enough, I was right. He was there.

yself. Whatever he was doing in the garden seemed very important

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ld and started my search for the cure to my mum's illness w

something emerald, something sparkling under the moonlight. I haven't fo

re red, they aren't pure. While the lilies are white, which I believe signifies purity