The Hard-Boiled Detective
this is my 200(ish) word starter for some original story homework for english.
BTW this isn't going to be continued at school but if i get asked enough (if at all) to continue it i will.
There was me, the scared, hard-boiled detective in my brown trench-coat and trilby hat, with my bleak grey eyes the only part of my face visible and there was my partner Jasper, a fat, bumbling fool who always acted like a clown despite being the worst clown in existence, I mean I watched painted grass grow in “The case of the masked grass painter” and found it to more funny.
We were called by the NYPD to look for the legendary “silver bosom of Queen Betsy of Southern Lithuania” which was stolen by the notorious “One finger Magee” who stole it from the famous collector of fake legendary items Ms 95-insane-but-not-quite-dead-yet Cuckold. Who I have worked with before in “The Case of the Tesco bag shaped Belly Button” She is the most annoyingly braggart of a woman I have ever met. Even her catchphrase is “My nickname is ironic because I am as sane as anyone here” despite I have heard rumours of her saying this to her stuffed badger,Wilson.
As I entered her Winnebago called “White Blowfish paradise” after I left my partner in a “temporary” asylum for the Hilarity challenged. I noticed a man leave the back door…
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