The Shockingly Painful Writing of 2020 Me, Murder Mystery Edition

For the start of this new year, I thought I would take a wee look at the creative writing folder on my Google Drive. Safe to say it’s a mess. However, some good things hide in there. On the other hand, there are some of the not-so-good things. Like the very short Murder Mystery attempts. I thought I’d share them as they are memories I’ve made and I find them fun to read.

So, these two pieces of writing are from September/October 2020. This was one of the nights that the Creative Writing Society at my Uni were putting on. I think it was the Give It A Go, I’m not sure! Anyway, we were given murder mystery prompts and this was the result of that.

I assume it was related to that! Anyway, here they are.

First Prompt

Details

He is male

Mechanic

Company name and his name ripped

COD: Blunt force trauma to head and face

My name is Luna. He was someone I knew from high school. He absolutely loved cars, couldn’t get enough of them. It was nice to see him achieve his dream job. All I wanted was the check engine light on my car delt with. He didn’t need to bring up the rumours or name-calling that he started in high school. His wrench was just sitting there, calling to me. He didn’t honestly think he could get away calling those things as a joke, did he? I took him to the river, ripped his name and company name off and threw him in the water.

Second Prompt

Details

Female

Mid to Late 20s

Multiple ID’s – same name different pictures

Name Tag round her neck named Alex Hunt

No sign of COD

My name is Angel. You can’t look at me and honestly say I killed this Alex Hunt, can you? She had muscle and was taller than me. She could stamp on me with her big toe! How could I have done anything to her?

I know who did do it though. Although you need to make a deal with me. I get no time. I did nothing wrong and came here voluntarily to offer this information, got it? Good.

It was Waylen Mark. He was able to drug her. The poor fool had no idea that she had to watch out for her “friend” but that wasn’t what killed her. No, it only made her sleepy.

Saying she was drunk, Waylen took her all the way to the riverside. The place she killed her baby brother, William, the place she would pay. He took out the needle to had “borrowed” from the Vets that he works at, sorry, used to work at, and gently put a little air bubble into one of her precious veins.

Shame really, she never felt a thing. She should’ve felt more for what she did to William.

I know they aren’t the best

I think we had 10 to 15 minutes to come up with each of them and I haven’t touched them since, so they are really rough. Painfully, so, but they are memories nonetheless.

Could I write more with them and improve them? Yeah.

Will I? Maybe, I can’t remember the prompts, but if I was to spend some time on this I could work out a reasonable story for each. Murder Mystery isn’t a genre I read or write in so it would stand to be a good challenge for me!

I’m so caught up with trying to really take my writing further and working on Character Profiles and World-Building the now that I probably wouldn’t get round to padding out these stories for a while.