When the Clock Stopped
Walters picked up the clock by its base and turned it over in his hands. There was a coating of brown dust on it; the face was smashed. The hands read 10:45…
Having just joined ficly and read as much as I can, there is some MAJOR talent on here, particularly with regards to putting a twist in the tale - one of the essential components of a good murder mystery or detective story. In any style, be it the 19th Century pipe-smoker or the far-future robocop, produce a piece of detective fiction to dazzle, shock and impress!
Walters picked up the clock by its base and turned it over in his hands. There was a coating of brown dust on it; the face was smashed. The hands read 10:45…
The detective gig gets a little slow, in the winter. I guess the regular stiff ain’t as jealous that his dame is trying to hamstring him when it’s below zero…
She was tastier than the tastiest chocolate you’d ever eaten. Her legs, her fabulous legs went on forever, slowly turning into a large, crumbly muffin. The…
McGreedy awoke, rubbed the sleep out of his eye, and prepared himself for work. Shit, shower, shave, skivvies, slacks, shirt, socks, shoes... What was that on…
“Sir someone is screaming outside.” “A scream what type of scream, sharp, low, girlie?” “A little bit on the girlie side sir. Might I ask why the persons…