You Lose_As the Sparrow Dies_El Gato_John Lupin
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You Lose
The sky is dark and angry, rain dumping from the dark clouds. You lay on your back in your bead, staring blankly at the ceiling. There is so much on your mind, all the things you escaped to be here, all the people you ran away from. And, on top of all that, you’ve got your first day of this new job. Nothing is going the way you’ve planned and there’s nothing more you want to do than roll over and cover your head with your blanket, blocking out the world pressing in on you. But you can’t. Instead, you throw off the covers and pull your legs out of the tangled sheets. Sighing, you stand and get ...
As the Sparrow Dies
"So, Sparrow. At last we meet." The blond woman behind the desk had her hands neatly folded, the picture of business elegance. It was difficult to tell that her business was secrets and murder. "I'm not trading clichés with you," Gwen retorted as she was pushed down into a chair opposite. She would rather she wasn't here at all. "This isn't good," Lucas whispered in her ear. "If I'm right, that's La Reine. And if it is her, you're probably dead." Gwen carefully didn't react to that information. Or, rather, she was beyond the point of caring now as she had been here for four days now, long eno...
El Gato
Three kills tonight. Three vermin neutralised. Three fewer mouths raiding our stores. It was a successful hunt by anyone’s standard but, as always, I will receive no credit for my work.I am El Burro—the donkey—because I didn’t know how to say mule in Spanish. Even though I www.onedoor.ccam in Indonesia's most infamous prison, most of us are learning Spanish because of Ramos ‘Reymos’ Hernández. Reymos is a fellow inmate but he is king. ‘Rey’.That’s Spanish for king.I am El Burro, the donkey. The drug mule.Despite my proficiency, I am not el Cazador, the Hunter. Not el Asesino, the Assassin.It makes me think ...
John Lupin
John LupinThe neighbours watched quietly and with unbroken attention as not one, but three large moving trucks had pulled into the old Mansell place.Donna Harrison watched with the excitement of a child ogling her first Santa Claus parade. “Mommy what are you doing?”She turned around and hissed at her daughter Hayley.“Don’t you have anything better to do than annoy me right now?”“Can me and Frankie play video games?”“Yes, just go ahead and play video games.”She turned and ran away with excitement and almost ran Frankie, her little brother over.“Come on, mom said that we ca...