The Catharsis: Book One

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THE CATHARSIS


By Cody Knox


Useless Disclaimer That Nobody Will Read


This work is copyright to Cody Knox under the New Zealand Copyright Act of1994.

This is a work of fiction. None of the characters are based on real people.

The following work includes heavy adult themes and is not for children.


The Catharsis:

Book One of Nine.


Prologue:The White Rose

Wellington,New Zealand (2019)

A torrent of rain rocked the side-walk like fire crackers, while the two chefs made their way up the hill. These chefs called themselves Zak and Meek. They were heading for The White Rose, a homeless shelter.


Meek's teeth chattered out Morse code under five layers of coats. Zak peered through the fog, stroking his wet beard. He could see a sign, reading"THE WHITE ROSE".


Zak pointed to the sign and said, "Well, they'll be looking forward to getting some tucker in them, won't they?"


Meek chuckled to himself and replied, "You're not wrong there, mate,you're not wrong,"


All of a sudden, lightning flickered above the city and there was a monstrous roar of thunder. Meek turned even paler than normal.


"What the bloody hell was that?" Meek asked, "It sounded like a bomb went off!"


"Relax,Meek. It was only lightning," Zak said.


"Oh,well, that's OK then! It's not like a stray bolt could start a fire that could burn us all to death!" Meek said.


"Don't worry. If anything happens, we can handle it," Zak said.


Zak and Meek rushed into the homeless shelter and to the changing rooms.


Meek slipped on his chef outfit and hat, and Zak slipped into his. Meek's name-tag read APOLLO MEEK. Zak's read ABDUL ZAKI


The two chefs went into the galley and got straight to work. Before long there was the sound of pots and pans banging and sizzling oil. The scent of many herbs and spices. They went out the galley doors and served their meals to all the homeless patrons.


This night, there were five homeless people staying at The White Rose. A young couple. An old lady. A mother and her son.

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