The Dehydrated Diaries E-Book

Freya Abbas

• Herausgeber: Freya Abbas
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

I never thought that the Ancients would bestow such an honour upon me. The time came for me to set out on a quest that would test me both physically and mentally. I was determined to make my idols proud as I set off on the long voyage, feeling like great adventurers such as Marco Polo or Leif Ericson must have felt. I learned things you never could learn within the limits of your own culture. There are some things you simply can not begin to understand without exploring it from a completely new eye. This is an account of my travels, starting from an aboriginal reserve in Ottawa. 

Leseprobe

THE DEHYDRATED DIARIES

My Parched Voyages through time

Freya Abbas

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Copyright © 2017 by Freya Abbas

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ISBN: 9781508049838

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: Dancing with the Dead

Chapter 2: The Dehydrated Diaries

Chapter 3: These people will be the end of me

Chapter 4: Cultures of the past, unite!

Chapter 5: Clio is a muse too

Chapter 6: A man with a sword need never lack the means of life or death

Chapter 7: The Land of the Lotus Flower and Other Adventures

Chapter 8: All Aboard the Vinland, so that we can go to Vinland

Chapter 9: Your roads and your days have just begun

CHAPTER 1: DANCING WITH THE DEAD

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Sunday, 26th October, 2014

Odawa (Ottawa), Kanata (Canada)

‘TWAS A FEW DAYS before all Hallows’ eve. All over the world, cultures would be celebrating and honouring their dead. The Satanists and devil worshippers would be carrying out their special black mass. The neo-pagan Celtics would be observing the fire ceremony called Samhain. In Mexico, people would be remembering the lives of their ancestors during dia de los muertos (day of the dead).

But alas, nothing special was going on in the city of Odawa, capital of Kanata. In a few nights, children in grotesque and horrifying costumes would be prowling the sidewalks from house to house and asking for free diabetes-causing pills in wrappers. For now though, most were asleep in their homes after a long day of costume shopping.

I was home alone in the dreary colonial city. I had been resting upon my couch, drinking melted chocolate with added chilli peppers in the indigenous Mexican way.

My parents wouldn’t be back anytime soon. They were away on one of their numerous business trips. This time, they had gone all the way to India to excavate at Mohenjodaro, the famous ruins of an ancient city dating back to the Indus valley civilization. My father was a historian and my mother was an archaeologist. Their careers required them to make many trips like that one which is why I was often home alone.