"I'll love you till you die." How long is that? What about after death? An icy cool breeze blew gently across my back. Warm liquid caked my body, gluing my eyes shut. A moan of pain escaped my lips, as I slowly started to gain control of my body again and my brain finally registered the thousands of slits across my back. Breaking the thin film of blood over my eyes I sat up gasping in pain with every small movement another lightly healed cut split back open. Holly's ragged breathing could be heard from the corner and I could just make out her shivering silhouette. A sickly dark liquid started to fill my mouth, I spat it out but more came in its place. I tried swallowing it but nothing helped, my nails scraped across the cool stone beneath me as I tried to reach out for someone or something to hold onto.

A collection of my awful writing including Locklyle, Cubbones, Flolly, Kippens, ect...

Hey! I will write some Locklye/Lucewood stories when I have time and inspiration. I maybe copy someone else's ideas, hope it's okay!!

This is for all of you Lockwood and co readers who avidly shipped Lucy with Lockwood, but never got the satisfaction of seeing them unite. Oh and it also comes with action and humour. Just a few short chapters. Disclaimer : all rights belong to Jonathan Stroud. The cover isn't mine either

An angsty little LuceWood oneshot. I only own the plot of this story, not the characters. Please review :3

The title says it all! Some surprises in store also!

Lockwood isn't as tough as he seems! He can fight bone chilling ghosts but is scared of a little spider!

(THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO GEORGE & HIS DOUGHNUTS. YOU WONT GET THIS IF YOU DON'T READ THAT, SO YEAH.) Anthony Lockwood is in agony. He was happily dating and finally engaged to the love of his life, Lucy Carlyle. Now, she doesn't even remember him. She has amnesia. On her wedding day. The only person she actually remembers is her best friend, Scorpius, which breaks Lockwood's heart entirely. How could she not remember him? Is it a sick joke? All he has to do now is.. To start over.

A Lockwood And Co. Fanfiction Also known as '35 Portland Row's Journal'. “George Cubbins, here. I’ve decided that while Lockwood and Co. is a relatively small company, we need someone to record our adventures – just in case no one makes it home alive. (Lockwood just called me a spoil-sport.) Well it’s true and I think it will come in very handy when dealing with new ghosts and discoveries. I’ve labeled our first few recordings and you may find them on the top shelf in our Library.” [A muffled noise in the background is heard. George huffs into the mic.] “Yes, or shoved in a corner by the bathroom, as Lucy so pleasantly puts. But feel free to listen to any of them. I assure you they are sanitary. Oh, that’s Lockwood calling me. We’re on our way to Arif’s to taste-test some of his new donuts. See you then. George Cubbins, Lockwood and Co. Deputy Operative, signing out.” A.J. Lockwood and Co. After dark, ring bell and wait behind the iron line.