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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

Okay I don't love this idea hahaha I'm indifferent - the times I did wear heels as part of a costume etc convinced me they should be illegal as a uniform CH3 is set to autopublish today instead. Turns out someone is less literate of GA's autopublish than he bragged about.

Well, I'm sure you'll find out in the coming days! Thank you for the comment! Factually thanks for reading! He's a little unlike anyone I've written before. I had some fun changing it up! Perhaps there's a little projection in it - I also happen to really like people who mind their own business. More on the way! Thanks for coming! Super fair! I don't mind them. I actually like the rhythmic sound - stilettos too I stopped wearing some rubber-soled sneaker-type shoes because they'd squeak H O R R I B L Y on the road near my office. Thanks for the thoughts!

It's just not a published story without you Chris. Thanks for taking the time!

Brad didn’t snore. That was nice. It seemed he made enough noise while he was awake that his body was finally out of capacity by the time he went to sleep. Arun lay there enjoying the rare peace before finally climbing out of bed, especially careful not to wake him. Every minute counted. Sharing a bathroom with twenty-two other students was something he was still getting used to. At home, he showered at seven forty sharp and was dressed, teeth brushed and hair set by eight, so May could hav

Hahaha! Thank you. It's always a joy to have you! That's good! He's supposed to be more than meets the eye. Glad you like the cast! I enjoyed university myself but I was terrible at it. & living in a shared dorm with other people isn't for me. Sharehouse is enough. I've got the next four chapters set to autopublish (which makes me feel super tech-savvy!) 24 hours and 1 minute apart

Arun discovered three things about university within his first forty-eight hours. The first was that nobody cared if he skipped breakfast. The second was that lecturers could say, with complete sincerity, “this will be on the exam” about almost anything, though Professor Foster seemed to do it as a joke. The third was that his roommate, Brad, had a unique relationship with noise. It was strange. He wasn’t deaf and he wasn’t an arse. He was just… painfully loud. Brad did not create noise mal

Eighteen-year-old neurodivergent graphic design student Arun likes his world orderly, predictable and comfortably quiet. University life pushes him beyond his usual routines - a loud new roommate, educational challenges and a residential dormitory full of people who seem to understand social rules he can only approximate. His refuge is the university library, where he can work on assignments and freelance illustrations without anybody demanding his attention... or maybe he could consider an exception for the handsome stranger at the neighbouring desk.

I'd normally start from the top and work my way down but the ending here is SO gorgeous and poetic and amazing that I can't think of anything else! Noah finally letting himself feel the moment - it's lovely! The assumption of heterosexuality always applies - not that Noah's done much to avoid it, with the Gina & Cassie chapters. The avoidance of Leo - noted as a need for space - is still sad. Noah's main fear of ruining the bestie status he has with Leo is exactly what could be getting in the way of it, in a cruel irony. Not only that, he's making something up to avoid a hang out with all of his friends, just because Leo's there. That's a little self-destructive - then he reaps what he sows. At least he realises how silly this is and resolves to fix this ASAP! Good development And they're so happy to see each other, even if it's awkward right now! HAHAHA DEADDD That Noah had mentally decided this is what he wanted but the rest of him was just trying to catch up to the revelation is very cute. And the KISS!! Definitely a lovely chapter once again!

OUCH. It's a pattern for Noah I've brought up in my comments earlier, but deflection is his go-to response to anything emotionally uncomfortable. I'd challenge some of the other comments here - my interpretation wasn't that Noah is afraid of being gay, and there isn't anything about it in the chapters. It states the following - I think that's a more poignant, complex feeling for him to be dealing with. His notes indicate that he knows much more about Leo innately than he does about anyone else in the story so far. That's a really good sign. Oh my god, Leo, why can't you just be single? It sounds like Leo's giving Noah some time to process what's happening, because he's not handling it... well haha Fabian's potential witnessing of the kiss has rattled Noah even more and the truth is kept deliberately secret from us - but time will tell, especially since Noah's preferred method of processing things is to just get drunk. Not exceptionally healthy, but the lad is just twenty. This chapter is less fun but more raw than the others - very good!

Noah's complete lack of interest in building a sandcastle changing abruptly when it's the quickest way to prevent Leo from being married off to Luisa is remarkable. Leo's thoughts about everything in the last couple of chapters are kept very close to his chest until he just makes the damn move are interesting too. He really is the smarter of them Unlike the drunk texts, this was stone cold sober and in front of everybody, including poor Luisa. At least Jay looks like he might be eager for her attention instead! Yep, that checks out haha. Bad at math is the excuse he was running with initially when it comes to forgetting important timeframes, but I think it's just consistent with his emotional IQ. Chicken! Ahh, Leo! Pretty perfectionist with a talent in the kitchen and taking charge with his man. Outta my way, Noah. If you're not gonna cook, then get your shit off the stovetop. I can forgive Noah in this instance of course - there's probably a lot of processing going on, or processing he's avoiding, because this is absolutely not on the bingo card he's been playing with. I agree with Noah that it's annoying that his feelings are so obvious but he's not able to do anything with them, despite Leo giving him multiple clean windows to have that conversation. But that's the fun part! Nobody's logging on to read a story where two boys get together and everything works right away and there's no struggle or conflict or character growth! Beautiful chapter once again!