| Author: | Cameron Gallant | ISBN: | 9781370937844 |
| Publisher: | Cameron Gallant | Publication: | September 5, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Cameron Gallant |
| ISBN: | 9781370937844 |
| Publisher: | Cameron Gallant |
| Publication: | September 5, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Maikai beach is perfect. Erandé always has something he needs to do. In his spare time, Erandé is a do-gooder who helps local residents with their problems, however large or small. Erandé also pokes in and out of the metropolis's government and works as a detective to get the bottom of all sorts of things. Like oh, say, the mayor's kidnapping! Erandé expects foul play, but is determined to see the mayor's kidnapping case through to its end, regardless of what could happen to him.
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It’s never cloudy on Maikai Beach. That’s why I like it so much, I guess. It never rains. There are always things to do, girls to hang out with, and lush blue waters and green grass. Serenity. I go surfing every morning and most of the time manage to win several awards, a little bit of money. Most of the people are very generous. Days can pass in a matter of hours.
In one word, Maikai Beach is paradise. It’s like the dreams of the thousands who at some point built it up into the dreamy, sprawling metropolis it is today. In the afternoons, I wander the streets and do favors for people. I help them with their problems, no matter how big or small. I wander the streets to try keep the city safe as well. In Maikai Beach, my evenings are always interesting.
“Erandé?!”
“What’s the matter?”
“My basement is flooding, is there any way you can stop it?”
“Of course, ma’am.” I’ll try my best to not get electrocuted. The risks are low, but I wouldn’t want to die by trying to stop a basement from flooding.
Always interesting, right? :)
For some reason, not everybody shares my same satisfaction with Maikai Beach. My mother, for instance, resents the house on the beach. She doesn’t approve of me wandering the streets at night. She tells me I should be studying. I guess there’s something that can be learned from that. My personality and my mother’s don’t always mix.
Today, I am riding from the governing house on my horse, Arnold, when I am met by a strange man. I am immediately on guard even though Maikai is in general a very safe place. The city has gated off portions that have limited access, which means each district of the city contains any problems it may have to its district only. Today, I am in the very safe ‘recreation district’.
As a member of the city council, I am frequently traveling to and from the governing house. I frequently use bribes to allow other parts of the city to be opened to me (it is traditional to only be allowed in your home district). But how could I limit myself to just one district? There is too much to see in Maikai. The governing house is at the center of all 9 districts, which makes it a prime entrance and exit into any of the districts.
“Hello, Erandé,” says the strange man. He is dressed in solid black and his face is garbed and obscured.
“Who are you?” I ask. He has immediately aroused my suspicion, but I still must be careful. If there’s anything I’ve learned since I started surfing in the emerald waters of Maikai Beach, it’s that things are not always how they seem.
Maikai beach is perfect. Erandé always has something he needs to do. In his spare time, Erandé is a do-gooder who helps local residents with their problems, however large or small. Erandé also pokes in and out of the metropolis's government and works as a detective to get the bottom of all sorts of things. Like oh, say, the mayor's kidnapping! Erandé expects foul play, but is determined to see the mayor's kidnapping case through to its end, regardless of what could happen to him.
SAMPLE: (469 words of 3106 words)
It’s never cloudy on Maikai Beach. That’s why I like it so much, I guess. It never rains. There are always things to do, girls to hang out with, and lush blue waters and green grass. Serenity. I go surfing every morning and most of the time manage to win several awards, a little bit of money. Most of the people are very generous. Days can pass in a matter of hours.
In one word, Maikai Beach is paradise. It’s like the dreams of the thousands who at some point built it up into the dreamy, sprawling metropolis it is today. In the afternoons, I wander the streets and do favors for people. I help them with their problems, no matter how big or small. I wander the streets to try keep the city safe as well. In Maikai Beach, my evenings are always interesting.
“Erandé?!”
“What’s the matter?”
“My basement is flooding, is there any way you can stop it?”
“Of course, ma’am.” I’ll try my best to not get electrocuted. The risks are low, but I wouldn’t want to die by trying to stop a basement from flooding.
Always interesting, right? :)
For some reason, not everybody shares my same satisfaction with Maikai Beach. My mother, for instance, resents the house on the beach. She doesn’t approve of me wandering the streets at night. She tells me I should be studying. I guess there’s something that can be learned from that. My personality and my mother’s don’t always mix.
Today, I am riding from the governing house on my horse, Arnold, when I am met by a strange man. I am immediately on guard even though Maikai is in general a very safe place. The city has gated off portions that have limited access, which means each district of the city contains any problems it may have to its district only. Today, I am in the very safe ‘recreation district’.
As a member of the city council, I am frequently traveling to and from the governing house. I frequently use bribes to allow other parts of the city to be opened to me (it is traditional to only be allowed in your home district). But how could I limit myself to just one district? There is too much to see in Maikai. The governing house is at the center of all 9 districts, which makes it a prime entrance and exit into any of the districts.
“Hello, Erandé,” says the strange man. He is dressed in solid black and his face is garbed and obscured.
“Who are you?” I ask. He has immediately aroused my suspicion, but I still must be careful. If there’s anything I’ve learned since I started surfing in the emerald waters of Maikai Beach, it’s that things are not always how they seem.
