- About Cadbury Fife
- Cadbury’s Detective Agency
- Cadbury’s Super Adventures of Daily Living
- Cadbury’s Sociological Analytics Club
- Cadbury’s Detritus Dump
- Cadmium’s Poetic Funpark of Despair
- The Archives
- The Case Of The Missing Self
- 1: The appointment, so called
- 2: Please do not take a seat
- 3: Squander my solitude with your presence
- 4: A troubled woman in a dirty window
- 5: The ratatat madness of human affairs
- 6: All runners secretly feel like criminals
- 7: Only Cadbury Fife can solve your case backwards
- 8: Some type of high-society circus clown
- 9: The fascinating stupidity of humans
- 10: A silent killer with a feather duster
- 11: People are toxic to the human condition
- 12: The warm heartless shoulders of the world
- 13: The Moth Epidemic in the East
- 14: The tragic outcome of our continued existence
- 15: Contemplating murder or suicide
- 16: The Terms of Cadbury’s Detective Agency
- 17: Relationships for the underslime
- 18: The ultimate act of dance destruction
- 19: A beautiful man with bountiful brain-bosoms
- 20: Coming from an axis of dementia
- 21: Juggle all the world’s detritus
- 22: To be associated with pleasure, perchance it may offer something good
- 23: To vaporize, vanish, blink out like a black light in the void of the night
- 24: Like projectile life through the narrowing tunnel of existence
- 25: Burrowed into its bamboozling heart
- 26: It was the Detection Party
- 27: More frustrating than a bottle of frustration pills
- 28: A lot of squirming in the room
- 29: Pulling wet, wriggling desires from the depths
- 30: The problem with Modern, Historic, and Ancient Detectives
- 31: Sorry for moving quickly, people, but there’s no time for this
- 32: Ego bubbles, designed to give you boners of the head
- 33: A hard demonic presence in between layers of silken skin and cloth
- 34: The presumably depraved monster-gentleman
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Author Archives: Cadbury Fife
24: Like projectile life through the narrowing tunnel of existence
The train chundered forward like projectile life through the narrowing tunnel of existence. On the train were Cadbury Fife, detective philosopher at large, Mons Gullet, socialite techno-assistant, and Rafaella Ellison, Esq., of the reputable law firm Smithikins, Pillipilli and Leeb-du-Toit. … Continue reading
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Dissolution Day
Do the Dissolution The desolation dance at the party to celebrate The end, go ahead just do it, No need to consider consequence Just don’t get too close now, stay apart, Let’s disintegrate in perfect solitude Let’s do the Dissolution … Continue reading
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23: To vaporize, vanish, blink out like a black light in the void of the night
The man had too many airs and not enough graces. His stance was snooty, his excessively creased pants were trumped up, his gold-lined jacket hung at entirely too regular an angle. Even his shadow was overtly cocksure. Cadbury: Who are … Continue reading
22: To be associated with pleasure, perchance it may offer something good
The lady shifted with uncertainty from one high heel to another. She was distinctively attractive, the cut of her dress was threatening, and her strawberry-blond hair was set off seductively by the sun. Perhaps her uncertainty was triggered by Cadbury Fife, who … Continue reading
21: Juggle all the world’s detritus
Cadbury Fife arrived at the offices of Cadbury Fife’s Detective Agency. He decided to surprise the world by entering via the front door. Cadbury: [Entering via the front door] What is going on here!? Gullet: Database Entry, Profile Assessment, Psychological … Continue reading
20: Coming from an axis of dementia
The world faded in without a modicum of decency. It is true that Selia rarely recognized her surroundings when she initially awoke. This always gave her moments of glistening hope… which then always popped like soap-filled bubbles when she recognized the usual grab-bag … Continue reading
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19: A beautiful man with bountiful brain-bosoms
After the Great Collision, Marquis The Poet was triumphant in an incessantly despondent bleat. The squad of archaeologists remained diligent in their pursuit of theoretical research. And Selia and Cadbury continued discussing the Case of the Missing Self. Selia: Why do … Continue reading
18: The ultimate act of dance destruction
Selia was running again. She ran past monsters in the mist, gawking inanely. She ran past wretched creatures with gummy lips and concave chests, reaching for her. She ran past a massive army of poles, positioned by a pole leader that … Continue reading
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17: Relationships for the underslime
Two security guys stood on show outside the HurtyVibes Recreation Club. Security Guy 1: [Whispering] It’s The Detective… Security Guy 2 nodded into his muscles and cleared a path from some surrounding human foliage so that Cadbury and Selia could … Continue reading
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16: The Terms of Cadbury’s Detective Agency
As Selia sat across from Cadbury she became, for the first time, vaguely aware of Process. Perhaps it was the seeming total lack of Process that was urging her to believe that there must in fact be some process at … Continue reading