Writing Challenge: Clue

[slyc_willie]

We all know the game, I'm sure. Since 1949, the board game 'Clue' has been a staple in every house I've ever heard of. It's a classic. So let's have a little fun with it.

Welcome to Tudor Mansion! You have been invited as one of six guests to meet with Mr. Boddy for reasons unknown. However, your host has perished through a treacherous act of violence!

Who did it?

And how?

And where?

And, most importantly, WHY?

In one thousand words or less, tell us who killed Mr. Boddy, and with which weapon, in which room, and include their motive for doing so.

The suspects:

Colonel Michael Mustard
Miss Josephine Scarlet
Professor Peter Plum
Mrs. Blanche White
The Reverend John Green
Mrs. Patricia Peacock

The Weapons:

Rope
Lead Pipe
Pistol
Candlestick
Knife
Wrench

The Rooms of Tudor Mansion:

Conservatory
Lounge
Ballroom
Kitchen
Billiards Room
Library
Study
Hall
Dining Room

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So have at it! Who killed Mr. Boddy? How? Where? Why? Was it revenge? A contract killing? An accident? Or a good old-fashioned crime of passion? Only you can tell us . . . .

Post your tale here.

 

[_Lynn_]

I will have to give this one some thought yet. But it sounds fun.

 

[Guest]

I was looking for an excuse not to do my work. I think you just provided it for me! *runs off to write. be back in a bit*

 

[angelicminx]

Cool idea!

 

[Fallenfromgrace]

Fantastic

is this gonna be an ongoing challenge for inspiration purposes?

 

[_Lynn_]

Fantastic

is this gonna be an ongoing challenge for inspiration purposes?

I was talking to him when he set this up and I think that is the idea.

 

[Tom Collins]

The weapons should be Lit appropriate, I think.

Rope = Silk Restraints
Lead Pipe = Riding Crop
Pistol = Penis Pump
Candlestick = Dildo
Knife = Anal Beads
Wrench = Vibrator


Something like that.

 

[3113]

The weapons should be Lit appropriate, I think.

Rope = Silk Restraints
Lead Pipe = Riding Crop
Pistol = Penis Pump
Candlestick = Dildo
Knife = Anal Beads
Wrench = Vibrator

LOL! Well, if we're putting a Lit spin on it, then one has to look at the suspects from a whole new angle as well:

Colonel Michael Mustard (who wants to show you his rare collection of fetish items from around the world)
Mistress Josephine Scarlet ('nuff said!)
Professor Peter Plum (he'll see you in the school room)
Mrs. Blanche White (who likes to get down and dirty)
The Reverend John Green (Ready to administer to your spiritual needs)
Mrs. Patricia Peacock (cheat on her husband? Never! )

And we'd better add dungeon, bedroom, school room and Jacuzzi to the list of rooms

 

[slyc_willie]

Maybe I should change this to the 'Naughty Clue.' Gives new meaning to the term 'Whodunit.'

 

[Edward Teach]

Just The Facts

I was working the Thursday day watch out of Homicide when a call came in from Tudor Mansion, home of Mr. Boddy. A mulitated body had been found at the Boddy mansion. In fact, the body was Mr. Boddy.

My name is Friday. I’m a cop.

I hopped into my four door and drove to Tudor. I’d really like to have a two door, maybe a Mercury. I’m crazy ‘bout a Mercury. I’d like to get in a Mercury and cruise on down the road. But the standard issue is a four door Ford so that’s how I roll. I’m a cop.

At the Boddy mansion I was ushered to Boddy’s body by the butler. Boddy’s half nude body was lying on the bar. Technically, it was a butler. A bi-level bar butler. It was in the Ballroom. Boddy’d balls had been twisted off. He had bled to death on the bi-level bar butler in the Ballroom.

Boddy was wearing a Baltic blue Bali bra, a burgandy boa and baby blue baby booties. Nothing matched. He was kinky.

I summoned all the suspects to the Ballroom.

“Mr. Boddy was obviously enjoying a ball busting blow job on the bar butler in the Ballroom,” I began benignly. “But someone got too turned on and twisted too tightly, didn’t they, Mrs. Peacock.”

‘Why, whatever are you implying?” she gasped breathlessly. “However would I do such a thing?”

Bending over, I wrenched the wrench from beneath the bottom bin in the bi-level bar butler and bellowed, “With this!”

“Why would I do such a thing?” she cried weepily.

“Because he liked to have his testicles tightened before he busted a nut,” I came again.

“But, but how do you know it was me?”

“Just the facts, Ma’am. Your blue dress. There are semen stains on your blue dress.”

 

[TE999]

Time For Everything

I am unsure how to begin this narrative, so I will introduce myself.

I am Peter Plum, Professor of Physics. PP PhD, if you will.

I had just completed my latest invention--a time machine--when I learned my wife was having an affair. Not in the usual way, I grant you. I wondered why she went shopping so often while I was busy in my laboratory, so I went back in time to this morning. From my hiding place in her bedroom closet, I watched her making a phone call.

She was speaking to a man named Boddy, saying tender things, sexy things, things she has not said to me in years. Her hand was in her panties as they talked and she had a screaming orgasm as I watched. Then she was gone. Going to him, her lover, away from me and all I have done for her.

It was then I plotted my revenge.

I found an invitation to a dinner party last Friday given by this Boddy person at his home, Tudor Mansion. I decided to jump back in time, murder Mr. Boddy, and blame it on one of his dinner guests.

Then my wife would be mine once again.

An adjustment in the quantum time shift generator and I found myself in a room at Tudor Mansion, the Library. I carried an untraceable Pistol and wore gloves to eliminate fingerprints. When my quarry entered accompanied by a man he addressed as Colonel Mustard, I shot Mr. Boddy, clubbed the Colonel and placed the gun in his hand. Then I fled back to my own time.

Imagine my surprise when I returned to my wife's room and witnessed the same conversation, the same orgasm. How could this be? My rival was dead.
I went back and killed him in the Conservatory with a Candlestick, blaming it on Miss Josephine Scarlet. Back to my wife's bedroom. Same conversation, same orgasm. What was happening? What had gone wrong?

Back in time I went. This time I would not fail.

Mr. Boddy died in the Ballroom, stabbed, blamed on Mrs. Blanche White.

Again the same conversation, the same orgasm.

Mr. Boddy died in the Billards Room, smashed in the head with a Wrench, blamed on the Reverend John Green.

Same conversation, same orgasm.

Mrs. Patrica Peacock, with a Lead Pipe, in the Kitchen.

Hearing my wife's squeal of ecstacy for a final time I realized my error. I neglected to compensate the time generator coils for the probability of alternative time streams. I had eliminated my rival repeatedly, yet not at all.

I decided she was not worth the additional effort. Let Mr. Boddy have her. I had my work to keep me occupied.

Imagine my surprise when she left him a week later after an argument and returned to me begging forgiveness. I took her back of course. We had a second honeymoon in 17th Century Philadelphia to watch the Declaration of Independence being signed.

We learned Mr. Boddy became despondent and hung himself with a Rope in the Lounge of Tudor Mansion.

There's a time for everything I suppose.

 

[slyc_willie]

Teach, I loved it. That was an awesome array of alliteration. 'Tis truly terrific talent you have.

TE: I think I rmember a time machine being one of the weapons they took away at the last moment . . . Very cool story.

Now, if only I can come up with one of my own

 

[TE999]

Teach, I loved it. That was an awesome array of alliteration. 'Tis truly terrific talent you have.

TE: I think I rmember a time machine being one of the weapons they took away at the last moment . . . Very cool story.

Now, if only I can come up with one of my own

Thanks, willie, it was fun to write.

I used to play 'Clue' with my cousins on rainy Summer afternoons.

Now where's your naked (Mr.) Boddy story?

 

[slyc_willie]

Thanks, willie, it was fun to write.

I used to play 'Clue' with my cousins on rainy Summer afternoons.

Now where's your naked (Mr.) Boddy story?

Eh . . . breathing hard . . . should be coming soon

 

[_Lynn_]

Eh . . . breathing hard . . . should be coming soon

I think I've heard that before

 

[slyc_willie]

I think I've heard that before

Yeah? And where's yours?

 

[_Lynn_]

Yeah? And where's yours?

I have the beginning of it on My screen right now

I was waiting for something else to come

 

[slyc_willie]

I have the beginning of it on My screen right now

I was waiting for something else to come

In due time, baby . . . in due time

 

[_Lynn_]

In due time, baby . . . in due time

I have time

 

[neonlyte]

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[Edward Teach]

Teach, I loved it. That was an awesome array of alliteration. 'Tis truly terrific talent you have.

TE: I think I rmember a time machine being one of the weapons they took away at the last moment . . . Very cool story.

Now, if only I can come up with one of my own

LOL, thanks, Will.

This was fun. These short excercises don't take much time. I enjoy them.

Now hurry up, it's your turn.

 

[_Lynn_]

I enjoyed yours as well, Teach.

A tough one to follow for sure.

 

[Edward Teach]

I have the beginning of it on My screen right now

I was waiting for something else to come

Come on Lynn, it's your turn. Come on, now, do it for us. Come on, baby. Come on. Come on.

 

[_Lynn_]

Come on Lynn, it's your turn. Come on, now, do it for us. Come on, baby. Come on. Come on.

My turn to?????

 

[Edward Teach]

My turn to?????

Follow. Or lead.