She fell back on her side with a violent shove, before she knew what was going on he was standing on top of her. She wanted to scream to the people just beyond the alley but she couldn't, instead she scrambled back up. Again she got shoved to the ground, now even further from the street. He looked down on her with contempt, she was worthless to him.
Worthless for everything but one act of violence.
He unbuckled his belt and threw it to the ground next to him as she started to weep, it made him smile. Maybe this was going to be fun after all he thought.

He walked towards with an eerie look on his face and said: "It's goofy time."

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I'll test that theory of yours

Mickey caught up to me as I got out of Bartlett's Grill on MacAlistair and told me to hurry back to the office.  I shook hands with the Old Man and sat down.

"Thurby Beffender, insurance salesman, was found bludgeoned in the City Park this evening.  Police have nothing to go on.  Mrs. Beffender has paid us to locate the killer---"

"That's a cinch," I said, "since that name is an obvious phony, Mrs. Beffender is even phonier--and more obviously, guilty."

I left!

4pm, tea time for Mrs. Beffender. As ussual she went downtown at St.Olliver's square to drink a sherry and to have a chat with Mrs. Von Buttinesse - however today a bit late for her appointment due to the grieving for her husband. She might have a 'closer relation' with Mrs. Von Buttinesse but still she loved her husband and enjoyed the queer ideas he had from time to time. Mrs. Von Buttinesse at the other hand was jealouse and couldn't believe that one can love a Man that much but she had no benefit in him being dead as he stimulated the fun she could have with Mrs.Beffender. Noone was able to expect his sudden death as he had no known enemies, but then again none knew about his late night walks through the dark areas of the city. In fact Mr Beffender was a real mystery man, whom recently gained large interests in Medieval religious sects south of Ireland and german faerie tales.

"Come on Girl, pull yourself together" Mrs. Buttinesse said in her low female voice, "I'm sure the police wil get the nasty whom did this"

(But will they really? )

Heya Metrex!

I got back from a job dodging hatchets flung by hophead midgets in Chinatown to find the Old Man waiting for me.

"Thurby Beffender worked for Pacific Walleye Insurance for seventeen years. The night he was murdered he left with the only key to the company washroom in his pants pocket.  When he was found, dead, he had no pants at all.  Pacific Walleye wants that key."

Although I wasn't strictly working on the murder, I knew the fastest way to get in a dead man's pants is to get right behind his killer. I headed downtown to hear what O'Gee would tell me from the police files.

(continuing the list of deaths) Mark Kneizer, 87 years old, Tearcross street number 8 | Jeanette the Barber, 92 years old, Lucy avenue number 312 (resthome for older people) | Endor Feast 73 years old, markalina road number 42 ...

The list went on with some old people whom died due to age, except for one eight year old boy, named Galaban Lauris, reason of death not mentioned, parents recently moved elsewhere, but the house they used to live is in park avenue. A beautifull and quiet neighbourhoud. We might have to check that place out.
"want another donut O'Gee?"  "... and when is my starbucks coffee gonna be delivered?"

The Britisher shuffled along the platform, unnoticed by the hordes of travelers who shoved each other along.  Why was he here?  Who were these people he had seen?  Where was he?

Why couldn't he remember?

None of it made sense.  And that didn't seem to matter.

OOC. Yeah that is why this is usually done in workshops because the end result is wierd. There is one example that was published in the 1930s called the Floating Admiral that was a mystery written in rotation by some of the best British mystery writers, and they put sentences together well, but it didn't make a whole lot of sense. Just write to say something and practice a bit and maybe have fun.

still makes sense to me, it might help if you tell why you're having trouble

my last post continues the one I had before that and that connects the 'police files' in Chris' post'
his character is some 'I person' apparantly investigating the case with officer OG (O'Gee)

then we have teh information about the case (which happened all in the begining, the man whom started raping a women, but then got killed by another man 'Pair of eyes' whom is known by the name of Jerry. there is a lot of more information about him and other people, that's why you have to read ALL of it, and after every continuation you write you must check if it fits before you post.

the last post by chris is all out of the blue a bit random, but there are always ways to connect them by adding more information afterwards. but if we want a good story we should al be serious and not write to many things just because they're cool to have in a story but rather something that can continue and stay within the same line.