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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
8-year-old Azariah bound up to the blackened cave, her eyes wide and filled with excitement. Almost 9-year-old Thaev strode in front of her, a slight smile playing at his lips. The sun shone brightly, emitting a light glow and perfectly showing how Azariah was feeling at that…
It had been five days since I had set off to the Enchanted Lake and I had encountered no troubles. The wind was strong in the Forgotten Woods, making a ruckus with the leaves banging against each other like a drum being hit. The wind wailed through the…