Emily Lockwood: A Fighting Chance. A perilous CYOAThis a a choose your own adventure story where you play as Emily Lockwood an aspiring detective at greenfield academy. I'm a huge fan of Torqual3D cyoa's featuring Amanda Jones and this story is very similar to that sort of style. There are peril elements such as being captured, tied up or knocked unconscious but it's all pretty PG. This will most likely be the start of a series of cyoa's if people like this one so please let me know if you enjoy the story.
You are Emily Lockwood a huge fan of detective novels and you've finally found your very first case! Recently one of the girls at Greenfield went missing, a note supposedly written by her parents said they took her to France. No one seems to care but you know something happened to her and you're going to find out what! This adventure begins as you've snuck into her room for clues. Good luck Emily!
Bad Luck FlightLilly was an American woman who had short light brown hair wearing a blue top with a matching skirt with black tights and blue high heel shoes. She was currently walking into the France airport on her way home back to the states.
"Hmmm, Paris. The country of love, it was such a great place." She said looking down at her pink suitcase which had wheels so she could easily pull it around. "Oh well, I can't wait to get back to New York and have a nice big juicy steak." She said as she reached into her skirt pocket to pull out her ticket but her face soon paled and turn panicked. "Oh no!" She said as she turn both her pockets inside out looking for them.
"H-how, how could I lose my tickets?" She said as she remembered back to taking some lip stick out from her pocket in the taxi ride to the airport, when she did her tickets must have slipped out without her noticing. "Get back here!" She scream at her cab that just drove off and out of reach of her screams. "Nooooo! How am I supposed to get
Traffic Jam DamselIt was the middle of summer for Heroic town and as a dark haired Jane entered the highway that lead to her job wearing a dark blue business suit with dark tights she began to grow impatient as she was now stuck in a gridlock. Fall, Winter and Spring the highway was usually pretty good and clear. But in the summer time when the tourist came flocking to or through the town it turn into this mad house.
"Come on! Move it!" Jane shouted out to the black car in front of her as she honked her car horn loudly.
"Grrrrr." The man in the black car growled as he wore an outfit similar to a evil villain complete with cape and small mustache.
"Come on! My 100 year old grandmother could tell a story faster than this!" Jane shouted out with more loud honks.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr." The man in black car growl more as his fingers dug into a steering wheel.
"Come on! I've seen honey being poured go faster!" Jane shouted out once more breaking the man's will.
"That's it!" He shouted as he got out of his car a
The apprentice burglarSeveral times already Chantal had been warned by her friends that she'd better get that defective lock on her back door replaced. But of course it still came as a surprise when she arrived home one day, only to find that her house had been turned upside down and ransacked.
"Oh darn, someone broke into my house!" she thought. "A burglar!"
When the initial shock had worn off a bit, she thought of her computer, probably her only possession worthwhile stealing. She hurried to the bedroom, barely avoiding an overturned chair and the scattered contents of her bookstand now covering the floor of the living room.
The computer was still there. And so was the burglar. The masked visitor appeared suddenly from behind the door where he'd been hiding and clamped his hand tightly over Chantal's mouth.
Strange, Chantal thought, he isn't even wearing gloves.
"Not a word, lady," the man said, "or else..."
Hardly original, Chantal mused while the two of them stood there.
And stood there...
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