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Ok good! I don't usually publish anything this unhinged haha I mean, don't think about it all too much, we're just riffing at this point. I tend to go completely off-rail when I'm writing & wondered what would happen if I just didn't edit out the bloopers I thought it'd be fun to do something meta haha Glad you liked it!

Well, the next mystery is already outlined, now I have to craft the clues, in-story character arcs, allocate space for enriching the culture and setting, and adding to long-term plots. And write the damn thing! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope it was a fair mystery, even if you picked the guy who lives like a mushroom! I didn't know what that was until I googled it. "Box clever." I dig it! You taught me a thing - but you tend to do that haha I'm glad you appreciated it! I hope to bring you some more of something soon! He was, a little empathy went a very long way for him. The police detective will feature in any incoming sequels! Thank you all for the ride!

I mean I'm a bit late to this comment because the story's finished to add intrigue and mystique haha buuut I promise a reveal in the next one! I was aiming for an ensemble-type thing so I'm glad Reggie is standing out! haha it's okay, I was trying to make the culprit solvable but not obvious. If I do more stories, it'll be more of the same.

Thank you Chris! Appreciate it HAHA it's slightly reductive but not all that inaccurate That's a terrific question to ask! I've always had many ideas for the Oakfield lads, but I've just been ghastly at pulling the trigger! Hopefully you get more than one every three years or so. Thanks for coming!

1. CANDID - CARICATURES Between takes, Reggie had apparently decided to draw everyone. The boys were comparing their caricatures, some more grateful for the artistic license than others. "I don't look like that!" Elijah insisted, showing off his enormous glasses and afro, with a detective coat dragging along the floor. "You do in my heart!" Reggie beamed at him. "Sick!" Banjo's was a mop of orange hair and a colossal brain. "I think Reg did a great job. What are you t

Elijah had thought Banjo fit the means, being a Year Seven with access to the rooms. But motive? Now he knew what he'd been missing. They were all lonely in their own way, but like Banjo just pointed out, he had Owen, whether he liked it or not. Likewise, Elijah had Reggie, for better or worse. Bernard had Lane. Felix had Sebastian and the Year Nines. Piers had his devices and preferred solitude. There was another person, though. He'd joined every search, and he was so easy to overlook that

Reggie pushed the door open. "Silverman, are you writing about us?" "Do you ever knock?" "It's my room. Why would I?" "What if I was changing?" Reggie ignored that and leaned over his shoulder. "Case notes!" "Yeah. I don't remember everything like Banjo does." Reggie was quiet as he mused on Elijah's notes. "I don't think I'd be too upset if I were Kyriakou. It'll probably show up tomorrow like Marsh's thing." Elijah frowned. "Who is Kyriakou?" "Milo.

Before Admirer X and Menorah, twelve-year-old Elijah Silverman loves books, mysteries and the certainty that every puzzle has an answer. At Oakfield, he expects difficult classes, a brilliant library and very little peace and quiet. He does not expect things to start disappearing. As suspicion spreads through the Year Seven dormitory, Elijah finds himself drawn into his first real mystery.

"And the library is sooo good! There must be thousands of novels, and I'm going to read them all before I graduate!" "I believe you will, at the rate you devour books," Mum agreed. "You sound like you're having a lovely time, sweets. Have you made any friends yet?" "Not really. They'll only get in the way of my reading." "Elijah!" she scolded him lightly. "You can't experience the world with your nose always in a book. Talk to the other boys. It won't hurt you." When he didn't res

Well, Always Tomorrow has come to an end... but who knows if we'll see these two again? Thanks for your time, your reactions and your comments!! Really appreciated Thanks Chris! I thought it was kinda sweet Appreciate your time, reactions and comments! I know, right? I fell in love with these two when I wrote this! I ended up closing a lot of threads in this chapter and since I have a habit of dropping stories, I thought let's wrap it now and perhaps do a sequel if the stars align! Thank you so much for your endless support! I also think the boys have more stories to tell, but I can't be relied on to tell it all at once

I'd also be furious if someone moved my things Thanks for reading! We've all been there, right? Yeah he had a rough one. Thanks for reading! That's a good thought. That's a looot of sisters to live with! Thank you for reading!

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Arun frowned and stretched, whimpering as his joints clicked pleasantly. Judging by Brad’s look of disgust, he didn’t like that. It was the first morning since they’d moved in that the redheaded runner had woken before him. He was tying his shoelaces, dressed in running shorts and a loose tee. He was tall and a little lanky, but obviously athletic. Arun liked his freckles. They covered his face and arms, dense enough that from a distance they almost looked like a

Arun was back at school, although he couldn't remember arriving. His shoes were too tight. That was the first thing he noticed. His collar was buttoned all the way to his throat despite the heat, and somebody had tied his necktie too tightly. Arun hooked one finger beneath it and pulled. It didn't loosen. The art room was full. That was wrong too. Visual Arts had never been this crowded. There were boys from his class, boys from May's classes, people he vaguely recognised from primary schoo

Good to hear! I tried to make the narration feel organic with the way Arun constructs his thoughts. I'm glad you like Brad - I thought I'd step away from the mean straight guy stereotype with him. Arun might not notice obvious cues, but he can notice a pattern. He's doing his best! Thanks Chris! Ah shit that's really good . Is it too late to put this in the text??

He called his mother on the walk to class. They always spoke in Thai together, and Arun liked having someone to speak it with. He doubted he’d have many opportunities over the next few years while he was at Uni. Brad only spoke English and he wasn't even good at that. “Morning, Mum.” “Win! Have you eaten?” “Yes.” That was aspirational rather than true, but there was a banana in his bag. Arun didn’t have much time for dishonesty or dishonest people, but he made an exception fo