Ideas

I am going to put Fisher in jail after Daisy Lynn was destroyed because she was accused of her uncle's murder. I think this will make the story more interesting. I can introduce more characters.
I am also going to introduce a Danish prince that runs away with the circus. He's the seventh son of the King, and is a very good acrobat. I am fascinated by magic and circus life. That will be a great element in my story as well.
I will change the residence of the Indian pirate to Goa since it's a beach that's beautiful beyond word's description, and I will exercise my imagination on how blue the ocean is and how pretty the sandy beach is. I will research on the subject.
I am going to introduce Melody Major in an opera house and put in some thrilling action there. You will not be able to doze off in this opera performance, the suspense will keep you on the edge of your seat.
I am looking forward to writing this novel because it's so exciting. The characters are taking better shapes in my mind now and I think I know what they look like, what their idiosyncrasies are.

Chinese puzzle

Dipping the brush into the ink, Hwang knows that he will draw the map from his memory. The painting that his father gave him showed a magnificent waterfall and mountain, the water runs into a river and people are working on the farms beside the river. Bamboo forest covers one side of the painting, and a small farmhouse stands beside the farm. Chickens are eating out of a hand of a young girl, and her mother is watering the chrysanthemum. The farm is filled with rice, swinging slowly in the wind. There's a well beside the farm and an old woman is filling her bucket. Another woman is washing her clothes. Kids are playing beside the chicken, chasing them, and one of them is flying a kite.
According to the picture, Donovan's treasure is stored in this place, where the waterfall and river runs through the land, farmers working in the fields, kids playing beside the farmhouse. It's a place where nobody goes hungry.

Chapter 2 My job

I have been given a new assignment by an old couple. They are fairly wealthy so I think they will pay for what I am doing for them. I have done my background check on them. They are fairly clean, working hard through their life and now have a not so little nest egg saved up.
I will let you in a little secret, what I do is not exactly legal, but it is not illegal, either. I normally don't work with the others, but for argument's sake, I can tell you that I work with a lot of people. My job is fairly simple, but what I need to accomplish normally takes more than one skilled worker to do. This is why I go to The Zoo to meet my colleagues. I don't think they will be happy if I tell you about them, but why not, they aren't exactly public figures and all of them are people like me, if you know what I mean. We aren't going to advertise the fact that we can turn into dolphins or other animals, are we? We don't want any trouble in our life, we just want to get on with it.
The old couple wanted a revenge. You hear about this type of thing all the time, an old couple losing all their money after their financial company collapsed. They don't have an nest egg anymore, their children can't help them because they have their own problems. This cute couple are a little bit more cunning than that, yes, they did lose their money but they don't only have one nest egg. They want their nest egg back, with interest.
Their target, or shall I say, my target, is a rich businessman who owns various companies in our country and overseas. What they propose to do is slightly tricky, but I think all in all doable if I am given enough time. They said that they don't care when it's done as long as it is done. They also told me that not to worry if they die before the deed is done. What a fantastic couple! They have put away a considerable amount of money in a bank somewhere. In the event of their death, the money will go to charity if I haven't done what they asked me to do, but if I have done it, they will give the money to me. They also said if I am willing to spread the money around a little bit to the people who have helped, it's up to me.
The Zoo is an interesting place. You see a whole lot of people coming in and going out, but you don't see them staying. I normally come in the afternoon just before closing because I know that none of these animals are animals really, they are all human pretending to be animals. I hope you are not confused, they aren't machines, they are just like me.
The staff tea room is always a nice place to hang out because there's plenty of food and drinks there. All the people who were working day shift are coming in for their food and drinks, and it's easy to catch up with them there. The night shift people are coming back. This joint is easy money. What I do is a lot harder so The Zoo is where most people like me hang out. Some of us works for the circus, and some work in private zoos. The zookeepers love us. We don't need so much food and we understand people. Next time when you go to the zoo nearest you, just remember those animals who are friendly to you and dance when you walk past. You may be looking at a friend of mine.
Yes, talking about animal training, we don't require training really. Or, do we? I guess we do.
"So, Morgan, I heard you've got a big fish to fry. You got any work for me?"
"I guess so. It depends on your availability. I am putting together a team."
"Sure. I am a bit sick and tired of this zoo business anyway, think I will retire after your one. Morgan, you going to retire one day? You don't need the money anyway."
"Oh, it's something to do, you know? I like to be amongst things."
"Kid, you will get yourself killed one day, swimming like that. It attracts too much attention."
"Look who's talking now? You are the most popular animal in this zoo! Retiring? I must be deaf, you've saying that for years."
"Well, this is the easy life. I don't really want to change."
"No, I bet you don't. Money and food on the table, wise choice. What kind of jobs can we do anyway? Circus freaks? Prancing around in the private zoo? I don't think so, not for me, anyway."
"Count your blessings now, you really don't want to get discovered like that fish the other day. He was taken to the laboratory immediately. I don't know what they are doing with him."
"I heard he escaped already. Probably back to the zoo today? You haven't seen him?"
"No. I think he may be at home. I don't know, I hope he's at home."
"Sure. They can't tell if this one is a man or a fish anyway. They aren't like my doctor, too thick to figure out what's what and too clever to believe what they think is impossible."
"That gave him the slip, yes, I think we are lucky that we can turn back. This is the life. I say, these animals can't turn to anything else, I don't know how they do it. It's a hard life."
"Yeah, and our life's hard, too."
My friend is a peacock. He hasn't been working at the zoo for very long, but he worked for a private collector. Peter McDonald is an old man now, he never worked as a human, and he's always been an entertainer. He worked for private collectors in different countries so when he's human, he can travel. That's what he likes, going to Europe and America where the money is. He likes to fulfill the rich man's dream of owning a perfect peacock. He prances around the yard, he walks gracefully in front of the guests in parties, and he sleeps in the best backroom that is always locked. He doesn't have a wife, says he doesn't need one, but I suspect that he has a lover somewhere. I don't really care, as long as he gets the job done, I am happy.
Mr. McDonald is our entertainment man. He deals with all sorts of entertainment, singing, acting, making movies and videos, and even making games. He is your ultimate hedonist guy. If you want to be happy, then he's your man, he knows all the good casinos in town and where the pubs are. If there's a party in town, he will know about it.
The second person just walked in through the door. This is Vanessa, my beautiful elephant girl. She is from South Africa, her curly hair cascading like a fountain around her graceful face. She has the longest limbs and slimmest body, and it's hard to imagine that she turns into an elephant everyday.
Vanessa is my marksman. Her only goal in life is to shoot. It's easy to see why, though. Her family had been shot by the poachers. She made it her life's mission to shoot all the poachers when she's in human form, and she's doing really well. I wouldn't be surprised if more poachers die tomorrow if she's on holiday.

Hell Hotel

I have always wanted to tell my story to my friends, but I find it very difficult to say the words that I am about to write down to them. I do not want to disturb them with the things that I went through. I do not want to trouble them with my concerns. I do not want to appear to be paranoid about the world. In fact, I hope that I do not have to tell them my story. I hope that I can talk about the weather, the blue sky, the white cloud, the green grass, and the freedom of being human. I wish that I can tell them a story with a happy ending, with healthy people, and with cheerful statements and encouraging motto. I wish that I can talk about my hair, my clothes, my boyfriend, my car, and the teachers I don't like from school.
However, life is like that. It is not always cheerful. We are not always healthy. Not all stories ends with prince and princess living happily ever after. Just like you will not encounter good weather everyday. Sometimes, it may rain. Sometimes, sun may shine. Sometimes, a storm is brewing. You never know what you are going to get.
I am just like everybody else in this world, at least I hope I am. My parents are respectable enough. From a young age, I have been taught to obey what my parents and teachers and never question their authority. I couldn't be more wrong.
Spring is here again. Each time when it rains, more flowers are coming out of the ground. Daffodils are blooming again, plum tree has new leaves, and the white petals are swinging slowly in the gentle wind. I truly hope that my problems will go away, but they are like my best friend who keeps calling in the evening, and continue the discussion in the classroom, while I am walking down the stairs, and when I am washing my hands. It follows me when the evening falls, when I open the lock on my door, when I close my window for the night, and falls on the soft bed. My problem just wouldn't go away.
I know it is inevitable that my problem will catch up with me. I have known of its existence for some time now, but I can't tell my friends. They will just laugh. They will think that I made it up.
People on the street don't know that I have this problem, and I am glad that they don't. Ignorance is a bliss.
A boy is licking a giant raspberry ice cream when I walk home today. I can't help but look twice at him. There is something about him that I cannot say. I cannot yet grasp its meaning by the first look, but I totally understand what is going to happen when I look at him for the second time. I don't think I can tell him anything. I am afraid that I might scare him. What he doesn't know is that he is going to die tonight.
I really hope that I can warn him, but I can't. He is not the only one who is going to die tonight. The lady who is smoking a cigarette across the street is also going to leave this world forever. She just doesn't know it.
I stop in front of the kid and smile at him. His mother drags him away from me quickly as if I am some kind of disease. I have totally forgotten what I am wearing right now.
I am still in my school uniform. I come from a public school where parents who are not in the highest social calibre send their kids to study. My classmates are not the brightest, but they are not the dumbest, either. The mother must have thought I am some kid of troubled teenager, waiting to pounce on her kid.
In fact, it is not I who pounce on her kid. She cannot see it coming. I don't think I will be able to help her, either.
My bag is still full of school books and class notes. Opening my bag, I take out the dark envelope that I received that day in class. My name, printed in white loopy letters, is sitting on top of the dark envelope that bears no other signs. The envelope is still unopened.
"Mum, I am back."
My mother is standing behind the ice cream counter, still holding the scoop. She dips it in clean water and wipes it when the aroma of raspberry spreads in the atmosphere. I love that smell.
"How are you?"
"I am good. I am going up to do my homework now."
"Good. Dinner will be ready at 5."
My bag lands beside my bed. The paper of the envelope is thick and formal. I hope this is not another bad news.
Drew Tole
Please come to Hell Hotel to meet Mr. Black at 9 p.m. this evening.

Chapter 1

A story always starts in the beginning, and I think it will be a good idea for me to start at the beginning as well, then we will talk about the middle, but I won't tell you the ending since my life has not ended yet. You may feel that you've been cheated out of knowing what will happen to me, but this is life. Of course, it is also a ploy to lure you into reading my next adventure but we will see how you find this one.
My name is Morgan Fisher and my parents are who you would call the fishing folks. I was not privy to the information as to how they met since I wasn't around to tell the tale, however, my grandparents were jovial enough to let loose some juicy details, and of course my aunts and uncles were obliging in telling me stories about my parents when they were young.
My mother was from a rich family. Her parents never needed to work for a living, that's saying something. She lived in a nice house in the city, and one day, she went to the beach with her sister and brother. Some of my relatives said that she was summering there, and some other said that she just stayed there for a few days. However, the important thing is that she was quite sick for some time so she had to be there for a few weeks at least to recover from her illness. She didn't come back to town until later, and that's what my grandma called too late. I guess grandma wasn't too happy about mother marrying my father, but she never said that she was unhappy. She wasn't happy because father never acknowledge her presence, not because she hated him. It was that ignorance that infuriates her. Grandma isn't a snob, she just needs more attention.
My mother was very sick for a while, eventually, she left the beach and had to go into the hospital. My parents got married after she came out, but after I was born, she had to go back. I hardly ever see my mother.
I remember my nanny clearly. My father was always there, but my mother was never around. When I was a teenager, I asked grandma about my mother. She was very sad, and she told me that my mother cannot come back home because she's very sick. I asked her why can't she just come back for a few days, then grandma said that she cannot bear that. I was upset and started crying even though I am supposed to be a big girl now. Grandma understood what happened, and she held me until I stopped crying.
My life has always been foreshadowed by a sick parent. I wasn't that surprised when I found out that I am different, too. However, my mother's illness has got nothing to do with what I've got. I don't really know her, but I remember her face. I remember that she played me a nice song on the piano. I remember that she was polite to me, nice and warm her hands were, but that was all I remember.
My father took me to see a doctor in the city. Grandma and grandpa were both worried, but there was nothing they can do. My doctor was a nice man, and he told all of us what was happening, and he told us not to panic because he reckons that I won't be sick for very long. He was wrong. I am sick all the time, and now, he and my family can only sit and watch the illness spread through my body.
You must be familiar with the movie Little Mermaids. I am somewhat like a little mermaid, but it doesn't do my condition any justice. I don't have a green tail, or red hair. In fact, my body is grey and smooth. I have recently developed a breathing hole on top of my head. You can say that I have "evolved" from human to fish, or you can say that I am growing into a dolphin. Yes, it is extremely painful, and yes, it is very strange and I won't mind if you want to stop reading this. I think I will, too, if I know my life is going to get worse before it gets better.
I am fortunate that I live in a country where water is abundant. If I am not so fortunate, I think I will die very quickly when my condition gets worse. In the beginning, I couldn't control my metamorphosis. I would suddenly turn into a fish-like creature, lying on the ground panting for air. My relatives will quickly put me into their pool, or in dad's case, into the sea right outside his house. If I am at school, my teacher would put me into the school pool, or later, into the university pool or just splash water on me before they can do anything. I carry a medical bracelet, and I have a huge tank filled with water in my car. I can't live without water.
Dad never remarried. Mum came home a few times after I started high school. She got better, then she got worse. Sometimes, we sat in the yard looking at the flowers. Some days they are yellow, some days they are pink, and some days there were no flowers when mum was home. We sat together doing crossword puzzles, she cooked for me, and she sang to me. I wrote articles about my absent mother, she was never bad to me, but I don't remember much about her. She was still special and important, but always in the background.
Dad would always hold mum when she cried in the evening. I think that's why I hate the darkness so much. Mum didn't like the night. After sunset, she would sit in front of the fire or turned on all the lights in the house. Dad got her a lot of lights so she wouldn't be afraid. I never asked dad why mum is afraid of the light, but I think I will ask him one day. It is still a mystery to me. I don't know why but I don't think dad wants to talk about it.
Mum encouraged me to write a dairy. She said it helped her and she often showed me her dairy from the hospital. Sometimes, she just drew a little picture instead of writing words. I liked those days. Sometimes, the pages were filled with fantastic stories from her dreams. Sometimes, there would be gaps in the book where pages have been torn out. I could see some tears on the following pages as well, but I wasn't stupid enough to talk about those days. Mum was ill, that I know, and I think when she was upset, there was a reason, and even if the reason was a secret, I wouldn't talk about it. I love my mum.
I think I have talked enough about my mum. I will tell you about what is happening now. This is much more interesting than speaking about my past. You will see.
I have mastered the art of changing. It has taken years to perfect, and I practiced in grandma's pool and in the ocean as well. I walked down the beach when it was warm, the sun would shine on me and I relaxed. I would walked into the water as if I am going to drown myself, then I let myself go. I swim for some time as a human, and in the matter of minutes, I surface as a dolphin. In the beginning, my body wasn't formed properly so it was a struggle to transform. I became an adult and it was easier for me now. I swim out into the ocean and explore the world under the blue. It was a great feeling. Life on the shore goes on, I try not to leave my family too often, but the call of the wild is too strong for me. I often go for days on end now. That's why I don't work for someone else, I have my own business.
Grandma and grandpa aren't so happy about me working, but they don't run my life. My little car takes me around the island and I do odd jobs for people. Sometimes, they give me an odd look because I am just a girl. They say you are too young to be doing this, and I tell them that I am not, I can do what you want me to do and I will do it well. Most of the time, I come home with some money and sometimes I come home with nothing. I don't care, my family has money, it's not really important how much money I earn. The important thing is to keep moving.

Cover page

What does it take to make a superhero? What does it take to make a successful spy? What does it take to make a ruthless assassin? When you have lost hope, you seek out a hero. When you have lost faith, you find someone you can trust to comfort you. When you have lost your love, you seek revenge.
Yes, you have come to the right place. You are looking for a hero who can fight the impossible enemies and win. You are trying to find a spy who is willing to give up their own life for the greater good. When all else has failed, you turn to someone who is not afraid to destroy evil or hesitate to kill.
Zoospy is about love, hope, faith, sacrifice, justice, adventure, and supernatural. There is endless beauty to protect in this world, and that's why Zoospy is amongst us.