Writing a Plot for a Mystery Story


Sylvia and The Mythical Ring

Sylvia was early for her weekly lunch date with her friend Marcy. In the hotel lobby where they planned to meet, she sat on a comfortable, deep sofa. She would enjoy the 45 minutes she had to wait by Reading her book.

When she opened the book, the pencil she’d been using as a bookmark slipped out. It bounced off her leg and rolled into the crack between the sofa’s arm and cushion. Sylvia squeezed her fingers into the crack to retrieve the pencil. She felt something cold and smooth, like a marble. Pulling it up, she discovered that it was a Pearl ring. She examined it, delighted at its beauty.

Just  as she was getting ready to turn it in at the lost-and-found desk, an old woman came up and spoke to her.

“Give me back my ring!” the woman said in a gravelly voice.

“This ring? Does it belong to you?” asked Sylvia.

“It belongs to anyone who can handle its magic,” the woman said. “If you can’t handle it, then give it back to me.”

“What are you talking about?” Sylvia asked.

“That is a very unusial ring,” the woman went on. “Why, that ring came from times of desolation, this ring was created hundreds of years ago by the most powerful White witches and magicians in order to maintain the balance of the world, but in the wrong hands it can cause ita end, and a group of black magicians are looking for it to control the world. That’s why the ring has scaped itself where it has felt powerful good magic, and has come here, to you, Sylvia, it has chosen you.”

“Chosen me,” asked Sylvia insecure. “If you can’t handle its magic give it to me,” hurried  the woman.. “No, no I can’t!” Decided  Sylvia, and when she wanted to give it to the woman, she dissapeared screaming: “Watch out the ring, the world is in danger!

After all that event, Marcy, Sylvia’s friend came. Sylvia was terrified because of what had just happened. “What happened to you girl, is everything all right? Oh no, the ring…” said Marcy. “You knew about the ring and all this? asked Sylvia hysterical. “Mmhh… yes. It’s time for you to know the truth, your truth,” said Marcy taking a big sigh.