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Content warning - mentions of death/murd3r su**i**
Exposition -
Introduce the two main characters, twin detectives named Benedict and Linus. They get a call about a case. A ball took place at the Wrilyn Mansion last night, where a supposed murd3r occurred. Lady Wrilyn, wife of Lord Wrilyn, was found dead in a bathtub. Linus and Benedict go to talk to Lord Wrilyn, the owner of the mansion. He seems a bit suspicious. They visit the scene of the crime and explore the rest of the house, which is in wreckage after the ball.
Rising Action -
There’s something odd about the mansion. They find a secret room, unsure of who it may belong to. They see a pair of men’s shoes. Taped up photographs of the couple. Suspect that it may be a jealous ex-lover (the Lord’s brother). At the scene of the crime, there are no signs of what caused Lady Wrilyn’s death.
Climax -
They find a blue bottle of flowers tucked underneath the sink. Benedict recognizes them as mornog flowers, which can cause instant death. There are no signs, except for the powder trail it leaves behind. Lady Wriyn’s lips are dusted a pale blue, with blue underneath her fingernails. They realize that she had taken the flowers intentionally.
Falling Action -
They still cannot explain the room. They return to it and look at the photos. Peeking behind them, they see another photo, and a note. It is a photo of Lord Wrilynr’s older sister and Lady Wrilynholding hands. To my love, Madeline, a messy scrawl writes. The note describes their relationship, and how Lady Wrilyn could not bear to go on without her, after her passing a few weeks earlier.
Resolution-
Benedict and Linus realize that no good will come from revealing the truth. They don’t want to ruin Lord Wrilyn’s memories of his wife and his late sister, especially so soon after their deaths. They return to him, saying that they were unable to find anything, but they suspect her drink may have been poisoned.
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Part 2:
Red Herring - The pair of men’s shoes in the secret room. This leads the readers to think that the culprit was a man, who was jealous of Lady Wrilyn’s marriage. Linus and Benedict discuss rumors surrounding Lord Wrilyn’s older brother, and how he had eyes for Lady Wrilyn, but she chose the Lord over him.
Clue - The blue dust underneath Lady Wrilyn’s fingernails and upon her lips. The blue flowers left a distinct powder on Linus’ hands when he touched them. Lady Wrilyn would only have such dust underneath her fingernails and lips if she had taken the flowers herself. Her face was also tinged blue, another sign of using the flowers.
Clue - The photographs in Lady Wrilyn’s secret room have red marker streaked across them. However, Lord Wrilyn is the only one scribbled out of the photographs, signaling that he is the target of the culprit’s anger, not Lady Wrilyn. This hints that motivation for this crime may be related to Lord Wrilyn, not Lady Wrilyn.
Red Herring - When Linus and Benedict visit Lord Wrilyn to discuss their involvement in the case, he seems unbothered by his wife’s death. His behavior is nonchalant, and he seems unfocused on the case. Without much fuss, he gives Linus and Benedict full permission to go through his mansion. This leads the reader into thinking that Lord Wrilyn may have had some involvement in his wife’s death.
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Part 3:
CJ prepares their clipboard, a pen ready in their hand. “Sandy, what were you doing at the time of the crime?”
Sandy thought for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts and remember what had happened. “So!! I was going about my business happily when a weird person with a breadstick bonked this other person on the head with it, and then ran off with some mangoes!!”
CJ nods, noting this down. “What about their identity? Did you see their face? Any identifiable features that we could use to track them down?”
“I think he was, like, a turtle? But he was possessing a dude in a suit with a top hat who looked super British.”
“Interesting,” muses CJ, “What kind of breadstick was he using?”
“It had a bunch of stuff on it,” Sandy said. Then she realized that was something of a ridiculously vague statement. “Sort of like the Italian herb and cheese bread at Subway!”
“Hmm ok,” says CJ, “Who else was there with you?”
“Actually, I saw this cowboy who had a cowboy hat on and was saying yeehaw and hey pardner the whole time?? She didn't do anything helpful though.”
“Oh yes, a classic texan. It's odd to see one out of their natural habitat.” CJ smirks. “Do you know how many mangoes were taken?”
“Erm, I don't know actually.” Sandy paused for a full minute and replayed the situation in her mind. “I thiiiink it might have been five? The thief just carried them all in one basket. It was a very pretty basket!!!!”
“Do you know where he might have gotten the basket?” CJ raises an eyebrow, a bit confused about the relevance of the basket's appearance.
“I don't know, actually, I'm not a basket expert,” Sandy said pensively. She did wish that she was a basket expert, because baskets were cool. “It was a normal-looking basket though.”
“What about accomplices? Did he have anyone helping him?” CJ questions.
“I don't think I saw anyone!” Sandy explained. “But you never know if he had some secret person helping him….”
“It seems like you haven't seen a whole lot, Sandy, for being a witness.” CJ leans closer, suspicious, “Can you tell me what you did see?”
“I already told you!!” she insisted. “A thief with a basket hits someone on the head with a breadstick and steals their mangoes, that's basically it.”
“Who exactly was hit on the head?” He inquires.
Sandy surveyed CJ carefully for the first time and gasped. “IT WAS YOU!!!!! Do you not remember any of it?”
“What???” CJ exclaims, their mouth dropping open in surprise. “Are you sure that happened to me? Not one of my twins? Or lookalikes?”
“You have twins??” Sandy gasped.
“I do indeed.” CJ nods solemnly, “You may have actually met them before and mistaken them for me.”
(201 words for my part)
Part 4:
The telephone rings.
Extinguishing his cigar on the ashtray, Linus picks up the phone. His foot taps impatiently on the wooden floor.
“Hello,” he drawls, examining his fingernails absentmindedly, “Barnes Detective Agency, Linus speaking.”
“We’ve got a new case,” a deep voice sounds, “There’s been a murder at Lord Wrilyn’s mansion. Lady Wrilyn is dead.”
The telephone slips from Linus’ grasp, clattering to the ground. For a second, he stands frozen, fingers suspended in midair as his mouth struggles to form words, opening and closing like a beached fish. Then, he manages to gather himself, bending down to pick the phone up, raising it back up to his ear. He clears his throat forcefully.
“I’m on my way,” he says into the receiver. With a click, he places the telephone down. A murder. That would be sure to stir up this happy town.
—–
Linus pulls into the mansion’s drive, drawing his car to a halt. The mansion looks as it always does. Perfectly trimmed hedges, shaped into long rectangles that surround the front porch. Holding up sloped roofs, tall white columns frame the entryway; a pair of oak doors are set in the middle, a circular window of stained glass carved out at the top. Normal.
Perched on the stoop, waiting for him, is Benedict. In one hand, he holds a briefcase, a fitted blazer enveloping his frame. He greets Linus with a nod of acknowledgment.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Of course,” Linus responds.
Together, they enter the mansion.
—–
A cool breeze sweeps across the floor, as they open the door, scattering shards of glass and uplifting scraps of paper. They dance in the air, swooping back and forth as if swinging on a pendulum. A crystal chandelier sways unsteadily in the air, champagne colored crystals dangling freely as they click against one another.
“It’s certainly a mess in here.” Linus nudges remnants of a broken plate aside with his shoe.
“She always liked to host parties,” Benedict remarks, “They said that she went wild with alcohol around. I suppose it's fitting that the same thing she loved took her life.” Tiptoeing around the debris like a mouse around a trap, he makes his way towards the stairs, which spiral upwards, wooden banisters gleaming. Linus follows suit, wincing when puts his foot down in something sticky.
——
Soon, they reach an ornate door, with detailed carvings along its frame, depicting the leaves of vines and blossoming of flowers. Benedict knocks on the door, knuckles sounding loudly against the hard wood.
“Come in.”
Linus opens the door with a click, holding it for Benedict. A tall man sits in a leather armchair, hands folded neatly in front of him. His face is marked by age, deep grooves settling in their folds. An assortment of books line the shelfs, tucked away neatly.
“Welcome to my office. I’m Lord Wrilyn, the owner of this mansion,” he starts, leaning in closer, “Please, take a seat.” Lord Wrilyn gestures towards two chairs in front of his desk.
“Thank you,” Linus responds, sitting down as Benedict follows suit.
“I understand that you’ve invited us here to investigate the circumstances of Lady Wrilyn’s death,” Benedict pulls out his notebook.
“Yes, that’s correct,” Lord Wrilyn responds, his eyes beginning to wander, unfocused.
“Could you tell us when you first discovered her?” Benedict clicks his pen.
“It was after the party. She told me she was going to the bathroom. I saw her enter, and then I returned to my office. A few hours later, I still hadn’t heard back from her. That’s when I decided to go investigate and discovered her in the bathtub.” An unreadable emotion passes across Lord Wrilyn’s face. He looks…almost bored.
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1370 words total
Exposition -
Introduce the two main characters, twin detectives named Benedict and Linus. They get a call about a case. A ball took place at the Wrilyn Mansion last night, where a supposed murd3r occurred. Lady Wrilyn, wife of Lord Wrilyn, was found dead in a bathtub. Linus and Benedict go to talk to Lord Wrilyn, the owner of the mansion. He seems a bit suspicious. They visit the scene of the crime and explore the rest of the house, which is in wreckage after the ball.
Rising Action -
There’s something odd about the mansion. They find a secret room, unsure of who it may belong to. They see a pair of men’s shoes. Taped up photographs of the couple. Suspect that it may be a jealous ex-lover (the Lord’s brother). At the scene of the crime, there are no signs of what caused Lady Wrilyn’s death.
Climax -
They find a blue bottle of flowers tucked underneath the sink. Benedict recognizes them as mornog flowers, which can cause instant death. There are no signs, except for the powder trail it leaves behind. Lady Wriyn’s lips are dusted a pale blue, with blue underneath her fingernails. They realize that she had taken the flowers intentionally.
Falling Action -
They still cannot explain the room. They return to it and look at the photos. Peeking behind them, they see another photo, and a note. It is a photo of Lord Wrilynr’s older sister and Lady Wrilynholding hands. To my love, Madeline, a messy scrawl writes. The note describes their relationship, and how Lady Wrilyn could not bear to go on without her, after her passing a few weeks earlier.
Resolution-
Benedict and Linus realize that no good will come from revealing the truth. They don’t want to ruin Lord Wrilyn’s memories of his wife and his late sister, especially so soon after their deaths. They return to him, saying that they were unable to find anything, but they suspect her drink may have been poisoned.
(325 words)
Part 2:
Red Herring - The pair of men’s shoes in the secret room. This leads the readers to think that the culprit was a man, who was jealous of Lady Wrilyn’s marriage. Linus and Benedict discuss rumors surrounding Lord Wrilyn’s older brother, and how he had eyes for Lady Wrilyn, but she chose the Lord over him.
Clue - The blue dust underneath Lady Wrilyn’s fingernails and upon her lips. The blue flowers left a distinct powder on Linus’ hands when he touched them. Lady Wrilyn would only have such dust underneath her fingernails and lips if she had taken the flowers herself. Her face was also tinged blue, another sign of using the flowers.
Clue - The photographs in Lady Wrilyn’s secret room have red marker streaked across them. However, Lord Wrilyn is the only one scribbled out of the photographs, signaling that he is the target of the culprit’s anger, not Lady Wrilyn. This hints that motivation for this crime may be related to Lord Wrilyn, not Lady Wrilyn.
Red Herring - When Linus and Benedict visit Lord Wrilyn to discuss their involvement in the case, he seems unbothered by his wife’s death. His behavior is nonchalant, and he seems unfocused on the case. Without much fuss, he gives Linus and Benedict full permission to go through his mansion. This leads the reader into thinking that Lord Wrilyn may have had some involvement in his wife’s death.
(228 words)
Part 3:
CJ prepares their clipboard, a pen ready in their hand. “Sandy, what were you doing at the time of the crime?”
Sandy thought for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts and remember what had happened. “So!! I was going about my business happily when a weird person with a breadstick bonked this other person on the head with it, and then ran off with some mangoes!!”
CJ nods, noting this down. “What about their identity? Did you see their face? Any identifiable features that we could use to track them down?”
“I think he was, like, a turtle? But he was possessing a dude in a suit with a top hat who looked super British.”
“Interesting,” muses CJ, “What kind of breadstick was he using?”
“It had a bunch of stuff on it,” Sandy said. Then she realized that was something of a ridiculously vague statement. “Sort of like the Italian herb and cheese bread at Subway!”
“Hmm ok,” says CJ, “Who else was there with you?”
“Actually, I saw this cowboy who had a cowboy hat on and was saying yeehaw and hey pardner the whole time?? She didn't do anything helpful though.”
“Oh yes, a classic texan. It's odd to see one out of their natural habitat.” CJ smirks. “Do you know how many mangoes were taken?”
“Erm, I don't know actually.” Sandy paused for a full minute and replayed the situation in her mind. “I thiiiink it might have been five? The thief just carried them all in one basket. It was a very pretty basket!!!!”
“Do you know where he might have gotten the basket?” CJ raises an eyebrow, a bit confused about the relevance of the basket's appearance.
“I don't know, actually, I'm not a basket expert,” Sandy said pensively. She did wish that she was a basket expert, because baskets were cool. “It was a normal-looking basket though.”
“What about accomplices? Did he have anyone helping him?” CJ questions.
“I don't think I saw anyone!” Sandy explained. “But you never know if he had some secret person helping him….”
“It seems like you haven't seen a whole lot, Sandy, for being a witness.” CJ leans closer, suspicious, “Can you tell me what you did see?”
“I already told you!!” she insisted. “A thief with a basket hits someone on the head with a breadstick and steals their mangoes, that's basically it.”
“Who exactly was hit on the head?” He inquires.
Sandy surveyed CJ carefully for the first time and gasped. “IT WAS YOU!!!!! Do you not remember any of it?”
“What???” CJ exclaims, their mouth dropping open in surprise. “Are you sure that happened to me? Not one of my twins? Or lookalikes?”
“You have twins??” Sandy gasped.
“I do indeed.” CJ nods solemnly, “You may have actually met them before and mistaken them for me.”
(201 words for my part)
Part 4:
The telephone rings.
Extinguishing his cigar on the ashtray, Linus picks up the phone. His foot taps impatiently on the wooden floor.
“Hello,” he drawls, examining his fingernails absentmindedly, “Barnes Detective Agency, Linus speaking.”
“We’ve got a new case,” a deep voice sounds, “There’s been a murder at Lord Wrilyn’s mansion. Lady Wrilyn is dead.”
The telephone slips from Linus’ grasp, clattering to the ground. For a second, he stands frozen, fingers suspended in midair as his mouth struggles to form words, opening and closing like a beached fish. Then, he manages to gather himself, bending down to pick the phone up, raising it back up to his ear. He clears his throat forcefully.
“I’m on my way,” he says into the receiver. With a click, he places the telephone down. A murder. That would be sure to stir up this happy town.
—–
Linus pulls into the mansion’s drive, drawing his car to a halt. The mansion looks as it always does. Perfectly trimmed hedges, shaped into long rectangles that surround the front porch. Holding up sloped roofs, tall white columns frame the entryway; a pair of oak doors are set in the middle, a circular window of stained glass carved out at the top. Normal.
Perched on the stoop, waiting for him, is Benedict. In one hand, he holds a briefcase, a fitted blazer enveloping his frame. He greets Linus with a nod of acknowledgment.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Of course,” Linus responds.
Together, they enter the mansion.
—–
A cool breeze sweeps across the floor, as they open the door, scattering shards of glass and uplifting scraps of paper. They dance in the air, swooping back and forth as if swinging on a pendulum. A crystal chandelier sways unsteadily in the air, champagne colored crystals dangling freely as they click against one another.
“It’s certainly a mess in here.” Linus nudges remnants of a broken plate aside with his shoe.
“She always liked to host parties,” Benedict remarks, “They said that she went wild with alcohol around. I suppose it's fitting that the same thing she loved took her life.” Tiptoeing around the debris like a mouse around a trap, he makes his way towards the stairs, which spiral upwards, wooden banisters gleaming. Linus follows suit, wincing when puts his foot down in something sticky.
——
Soon, they reach an ornate door, with detailed carvings along its frame, depicting the leaves of vines and blossoming of flowers. Benedict knocks on the door, knuckles sounding loudly against the hard wood.
“Come in.”
Linus opens the door with a click, holding it for Benedict. A tall man sits in a leather armchair, hands folded neatly in front of him. His face is marked by age, deep grooves settling in their folds. An assortment of books line the shelfs, tucked away neatly.
“Welcome to my office. I’m Lord Wrilyn, the owner of this mansion,” he starts, leaning in closer, “Please, take a seat.” Lord Wrilyn gestures towards two chairs in front of his desk.
“Thank you,” Linus responds, sitting down as Benedict follows suit.
“I understand that you’ve invited us here to investigate the circumstances of Lady Wrilyn’s death,” Benedict pulls out his notebook.
“Yes, that’s correct,” Lord Wrilyn responds, his eyes beginning to wander, unfocused.
“Could you tell us when you first discovered her?” Benedict clicks his pen.
“It was after the party. She told me she was going to the bathroom. I saw her enter, and then I returned to my office. A few hours later, I still hadn’t heard back from her. That’s when I decided to go investigate and discovered her in the bathtub.” An unreadable emotion passes across Lord Wrilyn’s face. He looks…almost bored.
(617words)
1370 words total