“Teamwork.”_Jenny the Penny_Christmas Spirit_Patrenkov's Folly
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“Teamwork.”
“So, what’s the catch?” Amira raised her eyebrows at her boss. She had been planning her next heist with her boss. But even after hours of fleshing out the plan it all seemed too simple.“Well, I cannot lie to you, I have left out a final detail.” The boss folded his arms behind his back. “Our spy institution has been receiving more recruits than ever, now that the word spy has its own place in pop culture.” The boss sighed, “We no longer have enough people to train them the traditional way. And so, I must request that you bring some trainees with you on this mission.”“No! You know I don’t wor...
Jenny the Penny
Find a penny pick it up and all day you’ll have good luck.You ‘ave always made fun of me for tha’ one.Jenny the Penny you called me.My whole life I picked up every penny I found. Tha’ glint of light on the ground appeals to the inner magpie in all of us. Do you know ancient cultures thought found coins were important? To find metal was precious it was a gift from the gods. For me, it goes back to being a little kid with my grandma walkin’ across the heath and findin’ my first penny. I held it up to her in the light. All shiny and new like a piece of the sun. Tha’ was when I ‘eard the phrase fo...
Christmas Spirit
Beth. Disappeared when she was 16, braces still on, smile still crooked.Disappeared on the 24th of December, 11:20 pm. The police searched the oily sea, the seething fields, the snaking roads. To no avail.Every year, on 24th December, we hunt for a new clue. Each clue takes us a little closer to understanding what happened that night. And why. This is our Christmas game, and these are its rules: Rule 1: Gather the Swww.onedoor.ccuspectsThe policeman, why does he go to your old house, and decorate your Christmas tree every year, Beth? Your sisters and brothers (sly smiles and hollow tears), a Christmas pra...
Patrenkov's Folly
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Ivan Patrenkov laid down his bundle to rest and scan the horizon. City lights appeared and reappeared behind the distant trees and wind. The city was far, but he could not stay. The coming dark and cold would consume him. He planted the stick in the ground to propel himself forward a step. If he could repeat that motion many times, he told himself, he would arrive. The makeshift cane found purchase on the frozen ground. He moved forward, his footstep obliterated by the keening of the wind seemingly Hell bent on knocking him dow...