Magical Night_Not Spy Material_Transmeowtation_The Salvation of Jason Morris
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Magical Night
The room is average size, the walls are bookshelves overflowing with books and journals and papers. There’s a table in the middle of the room with herbs, plants and animal parts as well as beakers and vials on it. The floor holds piles of more books and loose pieces of paper are scattered on it. Against the wall opposite the door there is a standing cupboard. The one door from the cupboard is closed tight, the other is open just a crack, just enough for someone to peek through. Hailey was crouched down in the cupboard looking through the crack at the two people who had wandered into the room. ...
Not Spy Material
CW: Mild swearing and mild sexual referencesI want you to think of an object and write it down.A guitar?Okay.Now think of a different object.A melon?Fine.Please—put that cigarette out! You cannot smoke here. I don’t care if it relaxes you and helps you think.Now—imagine all the possible ways that a melon and a guitar are alike. I’ll give you a few minutes to jot your answers down. Remember, we are looking for quick, lateral thinking. This can be the difference between life and death in the field. If you do actually intend on graduating from the academy and working as an agent, you’ll need to b...
Transmeowtation
I was staring out my office window again. The sun was shining through the oak leaves of the tree out back. The various birds of the yard created a euphony of song. The little brown ground squirrels ran up, down and around the lawn like they had too much caffeine this morning. Part of me wanted to join them, leave this world behind with all its responsibilities, but I would have to settle for taking my lunch out at the picnic table.A knock at my door caused my daydream to evaporate. “Come in!” I shouted at the intruder.“Andy, looks like we got a visitor today. Maria’s calling him Chester. Any c...
The Salvation of Jason Morris
It seemed the fortunes of Jason Morris resembled a mountain that reached into the sky. At the foot of it, were his failures and self-doubt. At the peak, would be his salvation. In his pursuit of justice for a wrong committed against him, Jason would be climbing all the way to the top!The BottomIn February, thousands of people celebrated in the city of Florianopolis, Brazil. Men and women flirted, drank, and danced gaily in its streets. For it was Carnival and the start of a brand-new year. Jason Morris had flown roughly 18 hours from Washington DCwww.onedoor.cc. The flight had several stops, but jet lag sti...