Literature - Shorts
A Game of ChickenJune 3rd, 2012A Game of Chicken by ~2tigershade4
After-School Detectives - 10th and 11th CasesKatie's First CaseAfter-School Detectives - 10th and 11th Cases by ~CyberPFalcon
After-School Detectives - Rogue DetectiveIt was beginning of May, and the whole school was gripped with terror.After-School Detectives - Rogue Detective by ~CyberPFalcon
After-School Detectives - ScarletIt was the middle of February and I was freezing cold. I was walking to school when Samantha called out to me from behind. In a playful tone, she said, "Hey Watson."After-School Detectives - Scarlet by ~CyberPFalcon
Literature - Novels and Serials
Ghosts of Xmas Past Pt 1 - Relativity Michael Bruce walked down Barona Avenue. The street was filled with lights, music, and people. A light snowfall drifted from the sky, giving the scene a Norman Rockwell quality. The temperature was in the low 30s and he pulled his wool overcoat tighter as he headed for Saxon's Department Store.Ghosts of Xmas Past Pt 1 - Relativity by `mirz-alt
The Case of the Broken Hearts - EpilogueSheryl sat on the edge of her bed, with her head in her hands, thinking about the day's events.The Case of the Broken Hearts - Epilogue by ~CyberPFalcon
The Case of the Broken Hearts - Chapter 18Watson returned to his team's area after handing Elaine Miller over to a guard for booking. Detectives Wong and Nadir were working away on their computers, finishing up their reports for the case.The Case of the Broken Hearts - Chapter 18 by ~CyberPFalcon
Fan Fiction and Pastiche
The Eye of the Crow - Bit 1I had no desire to attract the attention of the two men I had seen entering the club, so I took myself in the back way, as I had done so many times before. As ever, the staff did not greet me, or even acknowledge my presence, with the notable exception of Henri and his sly wink. He obligingly turned his back as I stole a slice of bread and a rasher of bacon from the larder to break my fast. I ate while I waited and washed down my improvised meal with a cup of someone else’s coffee.The Eye of the Crow - Bit 1 by =QuiEstInLiteris
Magical Mystery Murder-1Magical Mystery MurderMagical Mystery Murder-1 by ~Aurorita248
The Rag Trade P1Chapter 1: CSI:CoolsvilleThe Rag Trade P1 by ~RussMid
The AnswersThere are so many mysteries left in the dark.The Answers by ~SecretTales
Nightshade HoneyShe was at my bedside when I woke up.Nightshade Honey by *AnonDesu
"Hm. You've finally woken up," she said, her expression exactly the same. How long had she been waiting there?
The proper response in a situation like this would be, "Who are you?" or "What are you doing?" When somebody appears by your bedside in the middle of the night, though, proper responses are the last thing you're worried about.
"Waagh!" I scrambled up against the wall in the same amount of time it took to panic and weep uncontrollably.
"Don't scream," she said, not moving an inch. "You'll wake everybody up."
"Who are you?" I should have asked.
The Murder at Orrinium Castle is a murder mystery novella, or a whodunit. The difference between this and every other mystery though, is that this is set in a fantasy world. Think of it as Agatha Christie meets Lord of the Rings. Or Arthur Conan Doyle meets A Song of Ice and Fire.
The Princess Viela, fearful of a threat on her life received months before, demands to be locked in the tower every night. There she is stabbed in the back and killed. The key to the room was stolen from the king’s bedside, and the dagger taken from a chest locked by a magical spell. Most curious of all clues is the note that was stabbed onto Viela, a note that read “I will take what is mine.”
The main suspect to the murder is Linnaeus, a former knight, and if he cannot prove his innocence by morning he will be put to death. Can he uncover the mystery?
Can you work out who did it, or how?
Murder at Orrinium Castle -- Chapter One
'Hail,' Linnaeus yelled for the third time without response.
Rain poured down on his silver armour and drummed on the already-soaked mud. If there were any torches on the walls outside of Orrinium Castle then they must have been extinguished for he waited in the darkness of night.
His horse whinnied in distress and he reached his hand out to stroke her drenched mane, calming her as only he could.
He peered up at the tall tower beyond, barely visible in the obscured moonlight, and opened his mouth to call out once more, but a voice from behind the gate stopped him.
'Is someone there?'
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