want a Spy Story?

The narrator is irritated that the reader has interrupted her to place an order for a story. The narrator does her best to give the reader what they asked for.


Hello. Is there something I can help you with? Oh…you want a story. A spy story. Sorry, that should be obvious from the title, but with some people you just never know. Ok, a spy story…see I was just about to write this fairytale I’ve been planning for a while, but since you’re the customer… I’ll see what I can whip up. I can’t promise that it will be perfect, but I’ll do my best. The opening is always the hardest part, I find. How about this… 

Myla tucks her auburn curls into her black ski cap. She’s ready. Her black clothes will blend in with the shadows making it harder for enemies to find her. Luckily the moon isn’t full tonight.

Perhaps I should go back and explain who this girl is, and why you should care. Well, her name is Myla Cooper and she’s the spy of the story. That’s what you asked for right? She’s your average girl who just happens to go on dangerous missions and who knows all kinds of cool gymnastics moves. Well, maybe not all kinds, but she does know a few. This is one of her dangerous missions. I’m not quite sure what it is yet, but I’ll let you know when I think of something. This part of the story doesn’t really depend on what the mission is anyway, so I think I’ll just leave that for now.

Regardless, Myla creeps along the path towards the black castle. Yes there is a castle. There’s always a castle. Traditionally the black one is where the bad guy lives, and this is no exception. Shall I tell you about the villain? Well it doesn’t really matter whether you answered that or not. Like I said before, it’s my story, and right now seems like a good time to introduce the bad guy; so that’s what I’m going to do. This bad guy is really bad. I mean really, really bad. Again, with this person, whose name happens to be James, I’m not sure why he’s bad yet, but when I think of something…Are you kidding me? You’re going to interrupt my storytelling, just to say that you don’t think that “James” is a very good name for the villain? Would you rather I use something boring and generic like Doctor Evil? No way. You just finished explaining that you didn’t want an everyday spy story. Here I am trying to create something half original and interesting for you, and all you do is complain. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I’ve just had a long day at school, and I have lots of homework and projects. Alright, enough about me. I’ll get back to the story you’re actually interested in.

So to continue, we have Bad Guy James inside his castle, standing in a room filled with surveillance computers. And on those some of those computers, is a fuzzy dark shape sneaking across the lawn. If you haven’t already guessed, this figure is Myla and if James turns around, boy will she be in trouble! Oh, sorry, forgot to mention that James has his back to the screens so our spy is safe for now. He’s too busy ordering his henchmen around. 

“Get me my latté, I can’t stay awake like this without some caffeine. And make it quick or you won’t live long enough to regret it.”

Don’t give me that look. These characters are their own people, I just write what they say and do. If James wants to threaten people over a hot drink made from steamed milk, who am I to argue? And yes, I am aware that lattés are usually made with milk not coffee, but I’m not him, so what are you looking at me for?

As his henchmen scurry away to find a latté machine, James turns back to the monitors. He thinks he sees something move on one of the screens, so he looks closer at the different pictures. There’s nothing. He almost runs his hands through his brown hair, but stops just in time. Because if he did, then the amount of time, energy and hair products he spent on his hair that morning would have gone to waste. And he had used such a ridiculous amount of time, energy and hair product to get it to stand up the way it did in the front. James was most proud of the fact that, though he carefully styled his hair each morning (after a good wash) it didn’t look like he particularly cared. As if he had simply woken up in the morning and left his hair the way it was. 

Alright, so it seems like now would be a good time to turn your attention back to Myla. Trust me, all James is doing right now is waiting around for his latté. Boring I know, but not everything in these stories can be action all the time.


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