DetectiveJimmy

Twenty minutes later, the police and the paramedics came to inspect the body, and took pictures of the decaying scene. Chief Inspector Tayamo, is a really creepy guy, a massive moustache just sits on his smooth clear face, with thick eyebrows and preying eyes. He has such a big body build, it makes him looks ridiculous, as if he is a bear ready to find a mate but failing. Tina and Timothy can't hide their giggling faces for much longer! Really! This guy? Chief? You've got to be kidding me?! He stands there, eyeing everyone. 'Can we interrogated the witnesses?' his voice bellows, atop of all the other murmurs and mumbles. Joe, Lucy, Rebecca,

Chapter 4 Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. 11:30am, the little clock kept on ticking in the living-room, covered in shadows. The curtains are closed up, not even letting the light of daylight through.   Two shadows of silhouette murmur to one another. After locking the door behind them, and turns on the lamp, the only source of light they're willing to use. Two evenly smirking faces, casted upon their shadows as the light shone through the gap under the door. The silhouettes began to light cigarettes and talk in a hush-hush tone. 'Everything's planned out?' smears silhouette one. 'Yes, everything should be in order' silhouette two

Chapter 3 Timothy floats unevenly, as he swiftly going forward in time and space to '89. Wasn't long until the void opens up between the ever flowing colours of time; to only show green grassy fields with a symmetrical minor, which then shows, a massive maze in the shape of a giant hexagon. Timothy silently studies the shape and the minor without a problem, and then jumps through the hole, with no commotion; he slid the Time Travel Tube into his trouser pocket.   Unfortunately for Timothy, the worst had to happen, he just had to land in the worst place a boy could ever, ever, ever end up. The girl's bathroom. The girl's bath

Tap tap tap, tap tap. Tap tap tap, tap. Scramble fingers onto the keyboard.  His eyes dance to each and every inch of the monitor, in taking everything he writes and reads. The computer screen is the only sauce of light to be seen from miles and miles away. The black curtains and tapped to the wall, the door is locked. Cans of Pepsi cola litters the place, and files of paper and pens and anything else your minds could possible think of, trashes the floor. He beings to chuckles with a snarl 'I've got you now.' He spites though his clenched teeth, liking what he sees on the screen. Tap tap tap tap tap. Click, click, tap tap. He writes

Time Traveling Detective Timothy At 94 CrossedLine, an investigation takes place, involving a curious teen-aged detective and the confused Chief Inspector Kensakan. The teen detective stands in the centre of the room; the deduction begins.   'You! . . . You are the murderer of the late, Mrs. Hington.' the thrill of the excitement shines in Timothy overflowing eyes of anxiety, his outstretched arm revealing the culprit in disgust. 'The truth never tells lies! It's none other than the victims brother, you! Mr. James Hullet! Is the only one capable of killing her' he slowly put his outstretched hand into his front trouser pocket, and continued