Follow this link for the previous episode of The Seminarian. Zapping and synth like sounds could be heard in a room. “Are you planning to try out for the soccer team tomorrow?” “Jay… you know it’s Saturday tomorrow,” I replied without bothering to look at him as I was buried deep in my studies. Books …
The early September breeze wafted through my hair, caressing my skin with its cold tendrils. I shivered. It reminded me of the summer slowly fading into non-existence, leaving me with a tinge of sadness. I looked up and the imposing building of St. Anthony Minor Seminary stood right in front of me. Its gothic inspired …
