RERUN WEEK #6: Write with half an eye on the market


The Darknight Academy for witches, wizards, troubled vampires and tragically abused children was just waking up when the screaming started. Secret Agent Sam Glowingly sprang athletically from his bed and immediately reached for his pistol. He had been undercover for three weeks now and this was the first sign of trouble, unless you counted the theft of the Holy Grail the previous week, which he didn’t.
‘McSleet. Wake up,’ he hissed. His grizzled, cynical, alcoholic yet oddly sympathetic Scottish colleague mumbled an unintelligible curse at him and went back to sleep. Fine, thought Glowingly. He would just have to tackle this one alone, with only his gun and his mysterious otherworldly powers to help him. He knew he could do it. He had faced seemingly impossible odds before, like that time his wife had been forced to choose which of their two daughters to donate a kidney to, even though the girls were twins and one of them had accidentally killed their younger brother in a shocking yet poetically haunting accident at the old lake.

5 comments:

  1. "His grizzled, cynical, alcoholic yet oddly sympathetic Scottish colleague..." Yes.

    "...shocking yet poetically haunting accident at the old lake." HAAAA!!!! Perfect.

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  2. I'd forgotten this one, it's awesome. There's something Pratchett-like about it.

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  3. I would like to read the rest of it.

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  4. I second khadija's motion.

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