The Quadruple: New Beast (Part 1) It had been a whole month since Ricorard moved into the neighbourhood, and he was getting along nicely with them. They were putting on a surprise event which was A Big Welcome for him. That was until there was a report on TV. “This…
Thanks to Nina and my family. It was a cold and stormy day. I walked down my timber stairs. I still had flash backs from my dream. One step at a time, wondering why I had it. The dream looked so realistic. I could feel things. I remembered a huge…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
By Anwita Vasanth Koodalithazhathuveedu The Sunken City was still. The Great Desert stretching around it for miles was still. The world of Ahoy was sleeping- except for two things; two shadows flitting about the desert. The shadows of a trained professional and an, although perhaps trained, still somewhat unprofessional…
Christian Lazzaro Part Two Mortimer Grimsley sat down on his seat, listening to He’s a Jolly Good Fellow. That was Alfred Grimsley’s favourite tune. It was a day the whole of Ahoy was moaning about. After the ceremony Mortimer returned…
Natasha Minchin Part 3 Misty and I decided that we would pursue our original plans and go to the market. I definitely hadn’t forgotten about the series of events that had just happened, but returning home didn’t sit right with me… As…
