Because I always do what other people tell me to do, I am obeying Dr Ian Hocking‘s command to write a new twistery a day, every day up to and including Christmas day, and to call the exercise “The Twelve Days of Twistmas”. I must be insane. Either that, or he is using some strange …
An easy one this, I think: Although she’d been dead for 11 hours, her killer’s name was still on her lips. Solution here.
In honour of National Short Story Week, I’ve collated all the twisteries written so far. A round dozen: Twistery #1. The locked room was empty apart from the smell of decomposition. They ripped up the boards to find a corpse clutching a strong magnet. Solution here. Twistery #2. It looked like suicide: both hands …
When the police recovered 100 incomplete packs of playing cards from his house, they knew they had their bomber.
I admit it, I’ve been neglecting my blog. I could say that it’s because I’ve been busy with other things. Getting started on a new novel. Kids off for half term. A clutch of MA novels to read, assess and mark. A workshop to prepare. The sequel to The Exsanguinist to write. Tax return to …