The mist coats Azariah’s skin as she dashes through the trees, avoiding the raven twins’ daggers, her bow and arrow in hand. She looks briefly behind her as she gets through a section of dense trees to see how far they are. She sees Huginn right behind her… Read More
Ghost Puppy was walking in some creepy caves on her way to the graveyard playground. Ghost Puppy lived in the creepy caves but had called some ghosts to meet at the graveyard playground. The ghosts said, no! Because they thought that Blood Mountains was a better idea but Ghost Puppy said,… Read More
The Red Person I was having a long slumber until I heard a clink. I opened my eye and saw a flick of red. I tried to grab them but they got away. I looked down and all my body-washing tools were gone. I shrieked with horror, so loudly that… Read More
Griswold! What a nag! I thought. Idiot! I thought again. Chumster my friend said that he was an old goat, a hermit, or a phoney. What a caper to go on! I was a little cranky about meeting the old “goat” or hermit. But I was going to find him no matter… Read More
A perplexing letter has appeared in my mailbox. I do hope it’s a new case, I haven’t received one since the tragic murder of Hichery Brown, a plump boy. The vicious citizens never face the facts which are hidden beneath layers of sand like numerous invisible treasures to be… Read More
Karl felt pain shot through his arm and staggered. His arm ached badly. He couldn’t fight the Red Bandits and wouldn’t surrender, so he ran. He needed rest. Spiky trees cut off the dusty path. He felt sweat on his back and his arm throbbed. He collapsed on the dirt… Read More
Detective Booker tapped his finger on the wooden table. This woman was late. Four minutes late. A creak at the door came. “Finally,” Detective Booker murmured, standing up and opening the door. A skinny, kind-looking woman stood there, twirling her black hair. “Hello my fine lady. Please… Read More
Part 1 Geiselhart is a small town secluded far, far away from Ahoy. In the deepest, darkest part of the Forgotten Woods, the rays of sunshine sometimes never meet the eyes of residents that call this mysterious place home. The bones of past ancestors lay beneath the wet, nutrient rich… Read More
James Beanhog walked down Generlsouth Street looking like he just came out of a sand storm, thick tinted glasses and a rather tight t-shirt covered his body. He limped with every second step he took. PI Beanhog looked around the town square, Macenbourer had told him that the… Read More
It’s unusual, me working with the police, but Detective Gooddetective has been a particularly good friend of mine since the Mystery of Boyd Plum Junior, poor boy. This case also concerns the fate of all of Ahoy, myself included. I take out my starchy leather notebook, dusty from the countless cases… Read More
