Inspector Harold Smith: The Mystery of the Golden Dagger

      Inspector Harold zoomed across the street in the dead of night hoping to make it to the post office to mail an important letter regarding his sister’s piteous death to his grandma. Suddenly, he squashed the brake like it was a bug when he noticed a stray dog. He grabbed his umbrella from the passenger seat and exited his car to go check on the wet, frightened canine. He felt chills run up his spine when the twenty-seven-year-old cautiously approached the dog. When he turned on the flashlight of his phone to analyze the area better, he saw the dog sitting in a pool of blood. His eyes grew into the size of baseballs…there was his brutally mutilated grandmother, lying behind the dog.

      Inspector Harold ran a hand through his unruly, ginger locks, and shuddered anxiously at the gory sight as he realized he was in a pickle. He decided to put his detective training to use and scrutinized the crime scene. When his sinewy body was carefully navigating the area, his bright blue eyes landed on a piece of evidence. He picked up a gold dagger and he felt a sense of deja vu; he had a hunch that he had seen the dagger before. Next to the matted dagger was also a clue, there was a set of bloody footsteps! He followed the footsteps as if they were a tightrope and was eventually led to a clearing among some thorny bushes. He swiftly dodged the thorns when he heard the rustling of leaves. He saw someone. The officer stealthily walked towards the noise. He assumed it was a witness who had run away from fear, but then the figure turned around. Her cashmere sweater drenched in red as if she was a pancake and the blood was syrup. A bead of sweat trickled down Harold’s pale and clammy face. The figure in front of him was his sister, who was supposedly dead.

      As the plot thickened, Harold’s sister, Hermione, cockily inquired, “Cat got your tongue?” A flabbergasted Harold was brought out of a trance as Hermione began to angrily speak, “I have connived my entire life to murder our grandma! All the vicious tigress has done is make me feel despondent with her insulting words and comments.” Harold shakily took a breath, trying to calm his quivering nerves. Harold picked up his courage and replied, “Hermione, you don’t know what you have done, come with me and we can fix this together!”  He calmly sauntered over to Hermione, but she had other plans. She made haste and ran out of the labyrinth of bushes. Harold bolted after her, but it was as if Hermione had vanished from the face of the earth. He analyzed the area, but got tensed as he heard the pump of a gun. He slowly pivoted on his heels and turned around to be face-to-face with his sister. If not intense, the scene would be rather comical considering Hermione was five feet tall, and Harold was a whopping six feet and four inches. It was a cowboy showdown, but Harold was weaponless. Hermione put her frail finger on the trigger…


Middle schoolers were asked to write a mystery/thriller/suspense story in about 250 words that involved a car, an umbrella, a post office, a dog, and a flashlight.

They were also required to decorate the story by using 5 strong adjectives, 5 strong verbs, 5 strong adverbs, 5 mystery/thriller/suspense words or phrases, and 3 figurative languages.



Darshita Rakam – 11th grade

Darshita is hardworking, dedicated, and best of all, self-motived. Her sincerity towards her work is commendable. She always ruminates on her assigned task, and then uses a combination of intense thinking and writing to compose her stories, essays, and poems. Her handwriting is a joy to read!