Where Do I Begin

BWC Village

"Maybe they want... No, they don't. They just want information, nothing else. That's why they are sitting in that shabby hut. I can smell them from here. They just want a snitch and I'm no snitch. I am committed to the cause. This small house by the river is the perfect place to keep an eye on them. They have no idea I'm here. None." And he chuckled.

When the window shattered, a single shot coming from the shabby hut, he fell.

“Where do I begin..." said the sniper at his debriefing. "If you hesitate, you're done, and he hesitated."

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If I Had a Nickel for Every Time...

Collins Land

If I had a nickel for every time I back-paddled, I'd be rich, he thought. He was the kind of man who never had a clear opinion. He often used the word "potentially". It sounded grand, but he wanted to be left alone, that's all. The problem was that he never wished to be a CEO. He just wanted to get the money, which was very good, and paddle his boat around the lake at his mountain cottage. Work was such a waste of time. He sneered and tossed a nickel into the deep dark waters, making a wish... again.

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Misnomer

Avatar Games

They called her Butterfly not because she was gracious but because she liked to see things fly. Often enough, people had to scatter in all directions when something came flying towards them. When she upgraded from apples and pears to dishes, someone yelled "not the butter". She couldn't care less and off it flew, the dish with the butter on it. It flew straight towards the head of the good old fisherman. He was never the same again. His grumpiness disappeared and he only had eyes for Butterfly who, still today, keeps making things fly. Her latest achievement... a bicycle!

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Discard

 

BCC

Warm and cozy. Discard.

Tea brewing. Discard.

Books and more books. Discard and discard.

That's what he had said. Discard.

But she loved her warm cozy room. Books were her life. How could she discard all she cared for?

And then she would hear his voice, roaring inside her head, discard, discard, discard.

Had he discarded everything too, she asked in a barely audible voice. He turned to face her. If looks could kill...

Discard, you hear me.

And she did.

Becoming a secret agent was not for her, but they sure taught effective ways of.. getting rid of anything.

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Mad

Avidya

"Can you help me? The noise is driving me mad."

"But you're already mad, aren't you?"

"Am I?"

"Yes, you are!"

"I don't think so."

"Oh, for sure."

"Your hair wants cutting."

"What? We were talking about being mad."

"I know, and your hair makes me mad."

"Why?"

"I haven't the slightest idea. It just does. If you knew time as well as I do... "

"You wouldn't waste it."

"Not it. Him."

"I'm confused."

"So am I."

"Is this a riddle?"

"Yes. Have you guessed it yet?"

"No. What's the answer?"

"I haven't the slightest idea. And I'm still mad."

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