- 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
- The Case Of The Missing Self
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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
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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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
9: The fascinating stupidity of humans
Cadbury Fife was partially disrobed, but also partially robed. Which is to say that, when worn without pants, the long coat he wore gave the appearance of a robe. He had been performing a rather delicate sliding dance move with two … Continue reading
8: Some type of high-society circus clown
Selia hurried into the elevator and rushed to press the button for the 50th floor. Selia: [Getting frustrated as the button wasn't activated] What is your malfunction, button? Then realizing it was afterhours, Selia remembered she needed to swipe her security card … Continue reading
3: Squander my solitude with your presence
Returning to Cadbury’s office, Selia again found herself disoriented. The ambiance had shifted dramatically and now resembled something akin to a sauna room at a morgue. A dankness had also swept the outside sky and either night was falling early, or … Continue reading
2: Please do not take a seat
The reception at Cadbury’s Detective Agency was a sordid affair, overrun with trinkets from eras that either were long past or yet to arrive. Entering from a new direction Selia noticed that it looked like an entirely different room, an … Continue reading
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