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• Norval Joe


• Planet Z

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SARAH

I’ve always been ambitious, one who sets their sights on achieving the almost impossible, and my current objective could be challenging.

You see, I’m determined to get myself listed on the FBI’s most wanted list.

The competition is stiff, but I reckon I’m up to the task, it’s just a matter of coming up with the right strategy.

Should I become a serial killer, a terrorist, a cyber-criminal or fraudster?

So many interesting options, it makes it hard to decide.

Consequently, there’s really only one choice as far as I’m concerned.

I’ll simply have to do the whole lot!

LISA

Doing their bit for charity

Pete’s latest Charity shop find was an old looking pottery Spaniel. The volunteer laughed saying they’d had another one donated overnight.

A pair! He nearly dropped it in his excitement.

“I’ll take the other one too!” and haggled the price down.

He listed the pair on eBay as soon as he got home. The final bid was four figures.

A disgruntled buyer contacted Pete a week later – the Maker’s Marks had rubbed off so he’d reported Pete for selling fakes.

Pete’s account was closed immediately but the mystery donor continued adding clever little sharpie marks to their items before donating.

LIZZIE

Not listed?! He was furious. They had rejected his book. Years of work had been snubbed by pseudo-intellectuals who had nothing better to do than to scalpel every detail of his story. Yes, he got the color of his main character’s eyes wrong once, so? We could argue that it was a matter of perception, a symbolic overview of the character’s rage. But no, they had rejected his masterpiece without a second thought. Breathe in and out. Calm down. He stood at the door of the jury room, holding a katana and thinking he’d do much better than his character.

TOM

The Grand Index

“Mr. Franklin you don’t seem to be listed in Category B,” stated the clerk. “Please try Cat C,“ replied the priest. Lines scrolled across the screen. “Not there, Father. Should I go into File 140?” A quiet nod and the clerk open the iron cabinet. A shuffle of folders. “Nope not there. I think we’ll need to go down in the cellar and check the parchments. Down the marble slabs. The clerk unrolled the oldest sheep-skin. “Here. It says check the Stone. With flashlight in hand the two enter the crypt. On the Great Arch was the rune for Franklin.

NORVAL JOE

“If I listed every way their competition has complicated our efforts, it would take all night,” the man growled. “Suffice it to say, the Black Knights are malicious enough to rule the pacific northwest all on our own.”

The man seemed happy enough to brag about his capabilities that Billbert tried to keep him talking. “How could Sabrina do anything to them, wherever they are.”

“We know where they are right now.” He grinned. “A little wave from Sabrina might crash on the beach. But with your help, a tsunami will wipe them away.”

PLANET Z

We’ve been working around the clock to get the app ready for launch. Last minute testing and design changes, the beta program brought in a few more bugs and tweaks. Letting it run for a while, confirm that it was stable and working. Everyone gathered in the auditorium as the timer counted down and when it hit zero, everything stopped and then vanished.

Fred halted the worker processes and ran the image duplicator. The software development team artificial intelligence module is a complete success, bug free, and he knew he’d never have to write another program for himself ever again.