Writing Prompt

Was it the fingerprints? Was it a strand of hair? Was it some darned mechanism left at the mariner? How could they possibly know?

Mouth widening and eyes like saucers, she stood on the edge of the world, the lighthouse lamp resonating an ethereal flicker. In the corner, a scarred raincoat (too big for any mortal human), metallic boots with a hydraulic system and prosthetic hook wedged in between ...

I thought my plan was perfect. I thought no one would know..

I thought the gold was mine, but this isn’t my show.

The Mystery Van will be in my nightmares for years,

There isn’t much to do now but cry out all my tears.

Trading stories with the others of our failures and fears.

But how did they know?

How did I blow it?

Was it the dog that made me sink so low?

Was that what got in the way?

All I kn...

The realisation that she hadn’t gotten away with it happened when she saw the Scooby-Doo Mystery Van pull up to her drive.

Milo and Dean piled out the back, ripping away the Daphne and Velma masks. They lifted Token out the back, who was covered in blood and looked towards the sky, muttering prayers.

They brought him into the kitchen, laying him down on the tiles. He gasped and spluttered. Blood s...

The Van wasn’t nearly as glorious as she had imagined, and couldn’t help a wave of disappointment consume the thrill of a chase.

She would have preferred no trouble at all but...

it was all the same anyway, right?

She had already packed a small bag of devious belongings, because, unlike all the other amateur rebels who thought they could assume they were criminals, they were all the same.

But...

Sitting by the window, Sophie sipped tenderly at her freshly brewed coffee. Colombian was her favourite, only from a cafetière. Any other draconian method of brewing a coffee completely spoiled the flavour she said. The rain lashing at the thin pain of glass in front of her, the only thing protecting her from the elements outside, Sophie pondered if she’d ever felt more cosy than this moment.

Al...

She panicked, and hid behind a bush beside her home. She watched through the branches, as the door slid open. The blue fire emitting from his head, as he walked out of the van. Shaggy had followed her. He wailed throughout the air: “I ONLY NEED TO USE POINT FOUR PERCENT OF MY POWER TO BLOW YOU TO SMITHEREENS, DUDE!” She ran. She ran as far as she could. Yet she could never run far, or fast enough....

As they pull into the gravel driveway my mind is racing, oh how could they come and try to find clues to something covered up so well. Sweat dropped as I raced around to make sure there was nothing visible to get caught. I open the door “hello I’m Ellen what brings you by“, I asked? Telling me they were here to find clues to a mystery from 7 years ago that they would like to ask me some questions....