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![]() Mystery This week: Red Herrings Edited by: SoCalScribe More Newsletters By This Editor 1. About this Newsletter 2. A Word from our Sponsor 3. Letter from the Editor 4. Editor's Picks 5. A Word from Writing.Com 6. Ask & Answer 7. Removal instructions "Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known." - Carl Sagan This week's Mystery Newsletter editor is SoCalScribe RED HERRINGS red herring n : something that distracts attention from the real issue. Anyone familiar with the mystery genre knows about red herrings. They're all those false leads, dead ends, and suspicious circumstances that make a story, well, mysterious. After all, a mystery would be pretty boring if you know what's going to happen every step of the way. Too few red herrings make it easy to figure out the real narrative underneath the smoke and mirrors. After all, when most people read a mystery, they expect some twists and turns ... and if there are only one or two obvious red herrings, the reader isn't going to have a hard time figuring out what's really going on. By contrast, too many red herrings can confuse or obscure the narrative, to the point where the real reveal at the end is either less impactful or comes out of left field. When a reader is conditioned to think that every little thing in a story is significant and these things later turn out not to be, a reader can become frustrated or even feel cheated by the ending, which could seem like just one of the many possible endings, rather than the one inevitable ending that perfectly fits into the story. Like most things in writing, people often learn just as much - if not more - by seeing what not to do, and what doesn't work. So let's examine a few of the ways that red herrings can be ineffective. Let's use a basic example of a murder mystery. Red herrings are one of those literary devices that are easy to spot when they're bad, and a real challenge to do right. But if you can effectively work red herrings into your story, it will create a satisfying, engaging mystery that your reader can appreciate ... and hopefully read over and over again to see if they can pick up those subtle nuances that you used to trick them in the first place. Until next time, - SoCalScribe This week, I would encourage you to check out the following mystery items:
"It was pitch black in the old laboratory. The silhouette of the man in the white coat appeared at the far end of the room as he entered through a single door that opened with a mechanical sliding action. His slim shadow was cast on the floor as brilliant white light from the hallway flooded only a part of the laboratory directly beyond the entrance. His face was still hidden beyond a layer of shadow. As he walked forward, he raised his hands level with his head and snapped his fingers."
"A late evening wander around the park. Beyond the treetops I spy the tip-top of a circus tent. I make my way towards it through the trees. No sign of life. I traipse right round the circumference of the tent until I spot a pair of open flaps that serve as the entrance. I am drawn to them."
"And I like keeping the pain to myself in my darkness. Existence is quiet and cozy in the darkness I wear like a warm, fuzzy sweater of a dark grey-blue material. There is no necessity for beauty or truth. Nothing has a face or visible outline. Even monsters are merely liquid shadows with anonymous voices. Dreams are never dark. Nightmares always have stage-lighting. Darkness is the place in which you hide. Where there is safety in unknown; you're safe when you can't be seen."
"During the perfunctory cleaning, I found a pair of very ancient and very curious keys, in the junk drawer, in the kitchen. I placed them into my pocket and found that I was fondling them constantly. They became very familiar. I knew every groove, ding, and tooth in the pair of them. My curious nature had to know where and what these mysterious keys belonged to. What would they open? What would I find? My fingers danced over them as if they were magic. Maybe they would open a door to a magical world. I simply had to find the secret these keys held."
"It's always a long day for her, but today she got home early not knowing what she was about to encounter in her own home. Exhaustion was taking over her as she parked her car out front, not even realizing the unknown car she pulled up next to. Barely being able to keep her eyes open, she staggered to the front door, put the key in the lock, but then noticed that the door was already open."
"My boat was smashed to pieces and my crew taken to realm below. I awoke the next morning, freezing and soaked to my very bones. The storm was dying, but still a heavy rain fell and a strong wind blew. Knowing that I had to get up on dry land I began looking for a way up. As I was shaking from the cold, climbing the cliffs was no easy task. I still don't really know how I made it here, but I did. The grass field was wet and soggy, and quickly my feet were covered in mud. I could barely feel my feet when I saw it in the distance. A small, cozy house on a green, hostile island. Could there be someone else here?"
"Someone had switched the music to country. I wondered about the kids' parents - who lets their child wander around at nearly one in the morning - and then I wondered about myself - when had I gotten old enough to care about kids wondered the streets unsupervised? "I'll go ask about the check," I said then, eager, suddenly, to be on the move. It was then that the screaming started. "
"Private detective George Quest was sitting at his desk, reading the paper. He was leafing through a story about a Mr. Solomon Grundy, who had died shortly after his wedding to a Mrs. Edna Wilson. The paper stated that the couple had been married on Wednesday last. Mr. Grundy had taken ill the next day, gotten worse on Friday, and finally died last Saturday. The doctor didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary, and everyone had thought that was the end of Solomon Grundy. This was one of those unfortunate accidents, thought George. And tragic, too, considering he had just gotten married. At the end of the day, George didn't think there was any criminal involvement. But Miss Berryfield, George's personal secretary, was of another opinion." Submit an item for consideration in this newsletter! http://www.Writing.Com/main/newsletters.php?action=nli_form Have an opinion on what you've read here today? Then send the Editor feedback! Find an item that you think would be perfect for showcasing here? Submit it for consideration in the newsletter! http://www.Writing.Com/main/newsletters.php?action=nli_form Don't forget to support our sponsor! InstantPublisher.Com: Self publishing made easy and affordable. All file types accepted with many options. Starting at $100 for 25 copies in 7-10 days! Visit us today! If you have any questions, concerns, or comments about this issue, please e-mail SoCalScribe To stop receiving this newsletter, go into your account and remove the check from the box beside the specific topic. Be sure to click "Complete Edit" or it will not save your changes. |