A Mystery
by G.A Pointy-Knife

The gloomy, with a big forest town of Beacon Hills holds a secret.

Allison Argent has the perfect life working as a detective in the city and go to disco art night with her cold boyfriend, Scott McColl.

However, when she finds a dangerous pistol in her cellar, she begins to realise that things are not quite as they seem in the Argent family.

A girl find a dead man leaves Allison with some startling questions about her past, and she sets off to mysterious Beacon Hills to find some answers.

At first the people of Beacon Hills are intelligent and intuitive. She is intrigued by the curiously available psichologist, Stiles Stilinski. However, after he introduces her to hard money, Allison slowly finds herself drawn into a web of murder, shooting and perhaps, even Robbery.

Can Allison resist the charms of Stiles Stilinski and uncover the secret of the dangerous pistol before it's too late, or will her demise become yet another Beacon Hills legend?

He was a clumsy, deranged, beer drinker with ugly lips and skinny warts. His friends saw him as a quickest, quirky queen. Once, he had even brought a determined owl back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.

Josh walked over to the window and reflected on his damp surroundings. The sun shone like sleeping aardvarks.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Georgina Vader. Georgina was a smelly animal with vast lips and scrawny warts.

Josh gulped. He was not prepared for Georgina.

As Josh stepped outside and Georgina came closer, he could see the sturdy glint in her eye.

Georgina gazed with the affection of 9168 generous knowledgeable kittens. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a wifi code."

Josh looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the cursed kettle. "Georgina, yabba Dabba Doo," he replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two friendly, fast flamingos singing at a very brave dinner party, which had reggae music playing in the background and two wild uncles thinking to the beat.

Josh regarded Georgina's vast lips and scrawny warts. "I feel the same way!" revealed Josh with a delighted grin.

Georgina looked healthy, her emotions blushing like a handsome, heavy hawk.

Then Georgina came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END 

A Horror Story
by Arca Goffredi

Whilst investigating the death of a local , a grateful Ciccio is a detective called Maggie James uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, good A sausages circulating throughout San Francisco. As soon as anyone uses the A sausages, he or she has exactly 21 days left to live.

The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look two black eyes. A marked person feels like a squidgy Opossum to touch.

Maggie gets hold of the A sausages, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into his mind: a freezing A giraffe balancing on a chilly , an old newspaper headline about a flying accident, a hooded frog ranting about arms and a drinking well located in a Scary place.

When Maggie notices his feet have Opossum-like properties, he realises that the curse of the good A sausages is true and calls in his lover, a Maggie is a psichiatric called Detective Ciccio, to help.

Detective examines the A sausages and willingly submits himself to the curse. He finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. He finds the freezing A giraffe balancing on a chilly particularly chilling. He joins the queue for a supernatural death.

Maggie and Detective pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded frog. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?

A Science Fiction Plot
by BEN

A long, long time ago in a beautiful, beautiful galaxy...

After leaving the derelict planet Earth, a group of witches fly toward a distant speck. The speck gradually resolves into a solid, space mill.

Civil war strikes the galaxy, which is ruled by Dolly Barker, a scheming ghost capable of fraud and even assassination.

Terrified, a grand fairy known as Graham Donaldson flees the Empire, with his protector, Tom Thornhill.

They head for Athens on the planet Ocampa. When they finally arrive, a fight breaks out. Thornhill uses his beautiful gun to defend Graham.

Thornhill and Fairy Graham decide it's time to leave Ocampa and steal a scooter to shoot their way out.

They encounter a tribe of witches. Thornhill is attacked and the fairy is captured by the witches and taken back to Athens.

Thornhill must fight to save Fairy Graham but when he accidentally unearths a curvaceous hawk, the entire future of the beautiful, derelict galaxy is at stake.

-A Mystery
by Sophie-

The big, scared town of Las Vegas holds a secret.

Nicholas Pulcins has the perfect life working as a gardener in the city and to marry with his kind girlfriend, Camille Gors.

However, when he finds a sharp knife in his cellar, he begins to realise that things are not quite as they seem in the Pulcins family.

A Nicholas Pulcins marry Olivia Ringos and Camille Gors go to prison for stalking and persecution leaves Nicholas with some startling questions about his past, and he sets off to crowded Las Vegas to find some answers.

At first the people of Las Vegas are generous and polite. He is intrigued by the curiously nice shop assistant, Olivia Ringos. However, after she introduces him to hard friends, Nicholas slowly finds himself drawn into a web of robbery, gluttony and perhaps, even murder.

Can Nicholas resist the charms of Olivia Ringos and uncover the secret of the sharp knife before it's too late, or will his demise become yet another Las Vegas legend?

Kimberly Walker has the perfect life working as a painter in the city and dancing with her funny boyfriend, Brad Sparrow.

However, when she finds a magic book in her cellar, she begins to realise that things are not quite as they seem in the Walker family.

A funeral leaves Kimberly with some startling questions about her past, and she sets off to urban Glasgow to find some answers.

At first the people of Glasgow are generous and understanding. She is intrigued by the curiously daring author, Polly Johnson. However, after she introduces her to hard lip balm, Kimberly slowly finds herself drawn into a web of adultery, robbery and perhaps, even assassination.

Can Kimberly resist the charms of Polly Johnson and uncover the secret of the magic book before it's too late, or will her demise become yet another Glasgow legend?

Harry Graham Nolan is a tall and Friendly Doctor with a fondness for life. He doesn't know it yet but he is the only one who can stop the malicious killer.

When his Brother, Paul , is kidnapped, Harry Nolan finds himself thrown into the centre of the investigation. His only clue is a nice map.

He enlists the help of a considerate shopkeeper called Elizabeth Platt.

Can Platt help Nolan overcome his chocolate addiction and find the answers before the snooty killer and his deadly blade strike again?

A Short Story
by Frank H. Emma

James Harpie looked at the small knife in his hands and felt puzzled.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his massive surroundings. He had always loved big Oslo with its curried, curious cars. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kimmie Sherman. Kimmie was a stupid coward with fat hair and big nose.

James gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an evil, smart, vodka drinker with ginger hair and blonde nose. His friends saw him as a gleaming, greasy giant. Once, he had even helped a grubby cat cross the road.

But not even an evil person who had once helped a grubby cat cross the road, was prepared for what Kimmie had in store today. 

The sun shone like jumping spiders, making James active. 

As James stepped outside and Kimmie came closer, he could see the vigorous glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want money," Kimmie bellowed, in a dumb tone. She slammed her fist against James's chest, with the force of 1105 ostrichs. "I frigging hate you, James Harpie."

James looked back, even more active and still fingering the small knife. "Kimmie, your’re adopted," he replied.

They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two burnt, blue-eyed birds pushing at a very adopted wedding, which had jazz music playing in the background and two cool uncles holding to the beat.

James regarded Kimmie's fat hair and big nose. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Kimmie.

"Please?" begged James with puppy dog eyes.

Kimmie looked irritable, her body blushing like a grisly, grim gun.

Then Kimmie came inside for a nice shot of vodka.THE END

The backward, seaside town of Dallas holds a secret.

Anastasia Dickens has the perfect life working as a lawyer in the city and drinking with her incredible boyfriend, Bruce Wayne.

However, when she finds a golden guillotine in her cellar, she begins to realise that things are not quite as they seem in the Dickens family.

A grandma's funeral leaves Anastasia with some startling questions about her past, and she sets off to grey Dallas to find some answers.

At first the people of Dallas are lovable and admirable. She is intrigued by the curiously kind housekeeper, Missy Humble. However, after she introduces her to hard wine, Anastasia slowly finds herself drawn into a web of gluttony, decadence and perhaps, even mutilation.

Can Anastasia resist the charms of Missy Humble and uncover the secret of the golden guillotine before it's too late, or will her demise become yet another Dallas legend?

She walked over to the window and reflected on her monumental surroundings. She had always loved old St. Giles Cathedral with its snotacular, sturdy stained glass window. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel furious.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Alastair Hastings. Alastair was an intelligent killer with blue hair and sparkling eyes.

Emory gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an aggressive, brave, tea drinker with blonde hair and beautiful eyes. Her friends saw her as a dirty, decomposing detective. Once, she had even revived a dying, priest.

But not even an aggressive person who had once revived a dying, priest, was prepared for what Alastair had in store today.

The rain hammered like fighting bats, making Emory sad.

As Emory stepped outside and Alastair came closer, she could see the fast glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want revenge," Alastair bellowed, in a greedy tone. He slammed his fist against Emory's chest, with the force of 9819 rats. "I frigging hate you, Emory Abbot."

Emory looked back, even more sad and still fingering the silver knive. "Alastair, you killed my mother," she replied.

They looked at each other with terrified feelings, like two slow, substantial spider talking at a very cynical sudden meeting, which had classical music playing in the background and two materialistic uncles killing to the beat.

Emory studied Alastair's blue hair and sparkling eyes. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you revenge," she explained, in pitying tones.

Alastair looked disgust, his body raw like a curved, careful candle.

Emory could actually hear Alastair's body shatter into 3260 pieces. Then the intelligent killer hurried away into the distance.

Not even a cup of tea would calm Emory's nerves tonight.

THE END

THE END

THE END

A Crime Thriller
by rumpe stump

Mangled thumbs have been turning up all over Edinburgh and the inhabitants are scared. Ten murders in ten weeks, all committed with a fork, and still nobody has a clue who the gross killer is.

Edin James Gjoratski is a round and funny accountant with a fondness for cats. He doesn't know it yet but he is the only one who can stop the violent killer.

When his aunt, Frederic Pitt, is kidnapped, Edin Gjoratski finds himself thrown into the centre of the investigation. His only clue is a long vase.

He enlists the help of a smart florist called Flinton Stone.

Can Stone help Gjoratski overcome his heroine addiction and find the answers before the selfish killer and his deadly fork strike again?



"Edin Gjoratski is the best detective ever. A passion for cats and heroine is something we all can relate to."

- The Daily Tale

"About as scary as a minute ant, but The Mangled Thumbdoes deliver an important message about the dangers of a fork."

- Enid Kibbler

"As always, a smart florist makes the best sidekick."

- Hit the Spoof

"I could do better."

- Zob Gloop

A Short Story
by Frankman

Sherlock Holmes looked at the small torch in his hands and felt happy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Sad surroundings. He had always loved Happy Edinburgh with its sparkling, striped Streets. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of James Moriarty. James was a stingy coward with ugly hair and pointy nose.

Sherlock gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an evil, smart, wine drinker with ample hair and slimy nose. His friends saw him as a defeated, deadly detective. Once, he had even helped a quirky May Holmes cross the road.

But not even an evil person who had once helped a quirky May Holmes cross the road, was prepared for what James had in store today. 

The snow flurried like running rats, making Sherlock sad. 

As Sherlock stepped outside and James came closer, he could see the freezing glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want revenge," James bellowed, in a quick tone. He slammed his fist against Sherlock's chest, with the force of 6966 mice. "I frigging hate you, Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock looked back, even more sad and still fingering the small torch. "James, I hate you," he replied.

They looked at each other with grumpy feelings, like two straight, stormy squirrels jumping at a very funny Party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two bold uncles gyrating to the beat.

Sherlock regarded James's ugly hair and pointy nose. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered James.

"Please?" begged Sherlock with puppy dog eyes.

James looked angry, his body blushing like a mammoth, moaning magnifying glass.

Then James came inside for a nice glass of wine.THE END

Gregory Olsson has the perfect life working as a nurse in the city and partying with his helpful girlfriend, Dolly Wu.

However, when he finds a tiny knife in his cellar, he begins to realise that things are not quite as they seem in the Olsson family.

A holiday leaves Gregory with some startling questions about his past, and he sets off to pretty Edinburgh to find some answers.

At first the people of Edinburgh are clever and funny. He is intrigued by the curiously incredible detective, Matthew Ramsbottom. However, after he introduces him to hard video games, Gregory slowly finds himself drawn into a web of robbery, murder and perhaps, even kidnap.

Can Gregory resist the charms of Matthew Ramsbottom and uncover the secret of the tiny knife before it's too late, or will his demise become yet another Edinburgh legend?

Boris Smith had always hated creepy Amsterdam with its unlawful, unpleasant umbrellas. It was a place where he felt sad.

He was a malicious, bold, whiskey drinker with skinny hands and beautiful toes. His friends saw him as a good, gentle gamer. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a cold disabled person. That's the sort of man he was.

Boris walked over to the window and reflected on his deprived surroundings. The rain hammered like running maggots.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Nadine Chen. Nadine was an energetic animal with solid hands and pink toes.

Boris gulped. He was not prepared for Nadine.

As Boris stepped outside and Nadine came closer, he could see the steamed glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want justice," Nadine bellowed, in a cold-blooded tone. She slammed her fist against Boris's chest, with the force of 8022 rats. "I frigging hate you, Boris Smith."

Boris looked back, even more ecstatic and still fingering the enchanted rock. "Nadine, I've got a new job," he replied.

They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two substantial, short snakes rampaging at a very intelligent snow storm, which had trance music playing in the background and two mean uncles talking to the beat.

Boris studied Nadine's solid hands and pink toes. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you justice," he explained, in pitying tones.

Nadine looked lonely, her body raw like a petite, pong piano.

Boris could actually hear Nadine's body shatter into 1143 pieces. Then the energetic animal hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Boris's nerves tonight.

THE END

He was an articulate, malicious, brandy drinker with curvy arms and vast ankles. His friends saw him as a dead, damaged deity. Once, he had even rescued a teeny chicken from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.

Bob walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. The rain hammered like bouncing frogs.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Raven Dort. Raven was a peculiar monster with fragile arms and wide ankles.

Bob gulped. He was not prepared for Raven. 

As Bob stepped outside and Raven came closer, he could see the tall smile on her face.

"Look Bob," growled Raven, with a stable glare that reminded Bob of peculiar koalas. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want justice. You owe me 2255 euros."

Bob looked back, even more ecstatic and still fingering the ribbed map. "Raven, I'm in love with you," he replied.

They looked at each other with fuzzy feelings, like two leaking, little lizards laughing at a very intelligent wedding, which had indie music playing in the background and two greedy uncles boating to the beat.

Bob studied Raven's fragile arms and wide ankles. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Bob. "You will never get your money."

"No!" objected Raven. "You lie!"

"I do not!" retorted Bob. "Now get your fragile arms out of here before I hit you with this ribbed map."

Raven looked sneezy, her wallet raw like a thoughtless, talented torch.

Bob could actually hear Raven's wallet shatter into 2255 pieces. Then the peculiar monster hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of brandy would calm Bob's nerves tonight.

THE END