My Wolves, My Children

Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! I’m still looking into something for the one year anniversary of Paula’s Eclectic Paradise. It all depends on budget as I need something big for my pet business as well as something for the blog itself. It may be that it has to wait.

This week’s question: Would you rather attend a public or private high school?
My answer: Well, for one, I’ve been out of high school for several years so this is really a moot point for me. But if I had to choose… It would depend. I attended public school for elementary and middle school. The only reason I didn’t attend public was that in my city: one high school was too big for me and the other was too dangerous. But I didn’t attend private either as in my school, I’d looked at a few when it was time for middle school and they were very cliquish and I didn’t like the curriculum; they didn’t really offer anything more than the public schools, just cost more. So it depends on the student body as well as what they teach. Both are just fine despite what many tell you. But I’m long out and a long time from having kids in high school so this is no concern for me anytime soon.
What’s your answer?

This week’s writing:
The woman smirked, “You don’t have to throw me to the wolves…”
Before any of the villagers surrounding her could respond, growls sounded from the shadows outside the building.
As they focused their flashlights out of the windows, she continued, “They come whenever I call.”
Just then, the power in the entire village went out. The growls grew louder and screams began filling the air. The men tried to remain surrounding the accused witch, not wanting her to escape.
But as one young man recognize the voice of his newlywed wife in the screams, he was the first to break rank.
The sheriff shouted, “Stop! You won’t make it!”
He ignored him, running to his bride. He never made it, taken down by three wolves just outside of their home where, unknown to him, she was already torn to pieces, feeding two young cubs. His body made a snack for the cubs’ parents.
The supposed witch laughed, her dark voice filling the sudden void. The few men still surrounding her peered around nervously.
“You don’t realize it, do you? You’ve already lost. You’re the only ones still alive in the village, my wolves have had their feast.”
Sure enough, the screams had died off, leaving the village silent beyond the growls surrounding accused and her accusers.
“Now, they will finish the job.”
The sheriff fired his weapon but the bullets were ineffective. Before too long, the accused witch chuckled as her wolves surrounded her, calm, peaceful and full, all covered in blood.
“To the next feast, my children.”
© Paula Crofoot

Bloody Wolf

Writing Prompt: Her smile was a bit too wide, a bit too cheerful, considering the blood on the walls.

My Book of the Week: Duplicity Dogged the Dachshund by Blaize Clement is the book I’m currently reading. I’m really enjoying it as it’s along the lines of my usual mystery genre and the main character in it is a pet caretaker like I am. That makes a special connection to me with all of the animals and her job. This is the second one and I’ve not read the first one yet but it’s understandable without having read the first as it refers back to the first with self-explanatory information without confusing you.

Monday Motivation: There is nothing impossible to him who will try.

Music I’m listening to as I’m posting this: You & I: One Direction-Four

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