Sunday, 27 August 2017

Money Money Money

This is a murder that I need you to help me solve. Oh I forgot I’m Detective Spring. Billionaire Duncan has been murdered in the library of his Mansion. It was strange but still quite beautiful, the old-fashioned dark wood book shelves stood showing its colourful books within.


There were four other people in the house at the time of the murder which were Duncan’s Wife Saria, his 16 year old son Theodore, his secret love the maid Merry weather and the cook Bertram.But who would have a good enough motive to kill Duncan? . . .

Let’s find out their alibis. First his Jealous, blue eyed, want to be rich but doesn't want to work son Who had threatened to kill his father many  times. He claimed that he was at a friends house and three friends saw him there. Now...        Saria who said she was in her room sewing but no one saw her. Bertram said he was in the kitchen preparing supper. He said Merryweather saw him when she was walking past with the washing and she said she was taking the dirty washing to the laundry when she saw him.  


Let’s investigate the library. Duncan was lying on the ground. It looks as if someone has poisoned him. I have looked at his will. He left all of his money to Merry wether because he secretly love her.
I found out that Merryweather and Bertram were married and kept it a secret.  Bertram made some berry and cinnamon tea and put it poison in it then Merryweather snuck into the library and snuck out before  Duncan looked up. They did it for the money that's the only reason why they got those jobs. . . .


by Nicole McBain  

Sunday, 6 August 2017


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The dark black, sly, cute, clever cat crawled then pounced sticking its razor sharp claws out of his snowy white socks. His gleaming, gorgeous face looked up at me with large, innocent blue eyes. This clean silky, smooth, sparkling body rubbed up against my leg purring like a turbo. I patted him under his absolutely white chin which has a little black dot on it. On cold winter mornings  he would come trotting up to me, his long magnificent whiskers bouncing up and down. Then leaping wide eyed landing softly and quite gracefully on my lap ready to curl up. His shiny gleaming tail looked very delicate and soft. His loud, lively turbo purr was sweet.

By Nicole