The Detective that was Never Seen.
by Alex Rolfe
From: Crays Pond, Oxfordshire
Alex can bend his thumbs backwards.
On a dark and stormy night, I trudged down to the late-night shop to buy a fresh loaf of bread, for my tea. The night was like any other, a few people running last minute errands, before bedding down for the night.
Back home, at my apartment building, there was a bang and the street became eerily quiet. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. 'Something's wrong' I thought. Suddenly, the door burst open and a bedraggled, startled-looking kid ran in.
"I'm here to report a murder!" he half-shouted, half- wheezed.
"I'll be there right away!" I replied, and we ran off down the stairs and out on to the street.
At the end of the road, through the cold, wet rain, I could see the scene. The rain was heavy now. Droplets smashed against my trench coat and I hurriedly made my way towards it. Time seemed to slow down as I reached the lonely, dark shop. Abandoned, sinister-looking mannequins stared back at me through the broken windows. Something terrible had happened here tonight...
Just what had happened in the lonely dark shop and can the crime be solved? Could you write the middle of this story and take the reader further into the journey? If so, pick up a piece of paper and pen and write, write, write!