July Inevstigation

How can this be the end of July? I am loving summer! It has been a great month with lots of fun stuff.

I took most of the month off of blogging, as you probably know, so lets get into what I was doing.

Me and my horse Rhubarb. I took him through the 4th of July parade.

My sister and cousin rode, while I walked. This was Rhubarbs first parade. He did pretty good.

Brothers drove the mini bike, looking like army men.

Had some fire works. I love taking firework pictures.

Fourth of July is always fun.

Been working with my puppy Nala. She is scared of new people, so I have been doing a lot of training. Also taking her to 4th dog meetings so she can get use to new places and dogs.

Pretty fields. I look these while doing pipeline.

The colors are so summery. 

I didn't read a single book this month. I tried. I started a few but did not get any finished. I've been extremely busy.

Still working on the 100 for 100. Writing, writing, I'm making it. 

My sister got a puppy. We have both been training Nala, but she wanted a golden doodle, so she got one. His name is Whip. We also figured it would be good for Nala, to have another dog around.

Nice days at the park.

Been working on lots a 4th projects. Some stuff does not get done until the last minuet.... So I've got pictures put together, two posters, three knitted items, a dog toy. I'm taking my historical outfit to the fair. Also been sewing a corset.

Been riding some, but my young horse Rhubarb got hurt so I've been bandaging him up and trying to get him all better for fair. The horse show is on Monday the 29th. It is so close.

I might be posting on the 1st, but that is in the middle of fair, so if I don't post you know why. I will be doing a special post on how the fair was, sometime after it is over.

Have a great day!
How has your month been?
Ever been to a fair?
Tell me below!

A Stable Connection (part 7)

Hi I am back! And with a story... Again the word came from blogbattlers this month's word is Stable.

Hope you enjoy this part. If your behind catch up.

Part 1 Flowers Have Mysteries 
Part 2 Loss and Madness 
Part 3 Mayhem at Dusk
Part 4 It Happened on the Night Shift
Part 5 Airtight Solutions
Part 6 Stamped Corona 

A Stable Connection 

Lane 

By Rakayle Hier

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I could totally see why the Chief wanted me to keep tabs on Heinz.

Some of his methods were a little outside the law. And he was more than a little hard to get along with. 

Maybe if I was smarter I would turn back, but alas I did not. 

The opera was closed, or so the sign said. Heinz didn’t let that stop him from finding a way inside.

He found a way in alright, in through the second story window.How did I ever let him talk me into

this? 

The baker’s shop was alongside the opera house and it was easy to get into. The windows were

nearly even with each other. 

Heinz had already made it across and was waiting for me on the other side of the gap.  I was out

the window, on the ledge, which didn’t feel stable at all. Heinz had made it look easy.

This was not easy, this was madding!   

I held onto the window just as Heinz had. I looked behind me to see the detective watching me.

No concern was evident on his face. Of course, I had no idea what he was thinking; he was

like that, hard to read. 

“Heinz this is madness.”

“No, it is defying the odds. Now come on Lane, stretch your leg across.”

I felt my stomach roll, but I was almost more afraid to turn back. I did as Heinz instructed and made

it across, into the other window without falling to my death.  

Inside the quiet opera house I looked around; It felt as if I was tramping into some forgotten

place which was meant to be left alone. Heinz had no such disquiet. 

He walked forward eyeing the dusty drapes and boxes. It was at one time a dressing room, now it

looked like a storage room.  I noticed Heinz’s feet leaving prints in the dust. After a deep exhale,

I followed him not as excited to be trespassing, especially in this a place.

It was like someone was watching me, and they knew I was an officer, and how frowned upon this

was. I told myself it was all in my head, but it didn’t make me less jittery. 

Suddenly something flapped in my face. I jumped back. Oh, It was just a curtain. I coughed as the

dust few through the air. A dirty curtain. I turned to see Heinz heading down some stairs.

I quickened my pace. Heading down the wood steps after the fleeing sleuth.

I stayed quiet. It was hard not to. The place was dead. Did anyone even work here anymore?

It was completely empty. I stepped on a creaky board. Heinz looked back at me.

“Shhhh.” 

I shrugged.  I didn’t do anything. I tried to tell him with a facial expression not wanting to get

another ‘shush’. He just gave me a strange look and continued on.  We got down the steps and

came onto the stage. A red curtains were opened up, revealing the red seats facing the stage.

I felt high up, like I was the center of attention, and was not supposed to be here.

Heinz showed no shyness, but continued across the stage to the left. Suddenly a knock came

to the front door. We both froze. It came again. A thud and steps, footsteps. Heinz moved.

So did I. We slipped into a side door, finding ourselves in a storage type mudroom. 

Heinz looked out. I squeezed under him to look through the crack in the door.  A man in a robe

hurried up to the door. He opened the door. 

“Can I help you gentlemen?” 

“Yes, um, we got a report of a disturbance. May we look around inside?” I couldn’t see the

speaker.  I wondered what disturbance? Not us. “Someone didn’t see us, did they?” I whispered. 

“No, too soon. It’s something else. I wonder what? How interesting.” 

“What’s interesting?” 

“Shhh.”

I looked out again to see two officers step inside. It was Sergeant McClain and Private Jock.

I’d hate to be caught by the officers I knew, and who knew me. I’m sure Chief would be very

upset to hear of the event. 

I watch them walk down an aisle between the seats followed by the guy in the housecoat.

He was quiet looking, yet his eyes were attentive. He had dark hair messy that strayed. He was

tall and thin, yet he looked like he could lift wights.

The man showed the officers backstage. They disappeared out of sight. 

“Heinz I don’t like this.”

“Course you don’t.” 

I stepped away from the crack, and he made his way out. 

“Heinz!” I tried to keep my voice low, but the irritation was there. My heart was thudding as I

slipped out to go after the detective. We’d be in the soup together. 

I could here the group talking. “You men have any explanation for this?” 

“A boy found out late last night said that his friend had been kidnapped. We were told to check

out this opera house for him.”

“Well, he is not here officers. I don’t know how he could be. The boy is obviously mistaken.” 

“Yes, well, we’ll still looking about anyway. Just to clear this mess up.” 

“Of course.” 

Heinz headed away from them into another side room. I was close behind. Here was where

the fella must have slept. There was an unmade cot against the wall. Costumes and show

equipment littered the area. 

“Hard times have hit this place hard.” Heinz remarked. They've been doing a few shows trying

to keep this place going.”

“Why is that important?”

“You’ll see Lane. I’ve now got a stable connection. If it pans out, I just might crack this case

wide open.” 

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DUN DUN DUN, The story is getting deeper. But really I'm just making this up as I go.

How did you like this part? 
Do you have any theories? 
Tell me bellow! yes I'm somewhere down there......

Flash Fiction + Hiatus

Hi, it's been a crazy week. Fair feels so close and I have a lot to do. Anyway I wanted to share a flash fiction I wrote for a contest.

I didn't win. Though, I still think you will like it. It's kinda futuristic.

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  The woods around me were dark, and I was cold. My tattered green jacket barely kept the cold air from seeping in. I kept squeezing my hands, trying to get some warmth back into them.  

    The moon was high, watching me through the trees, judging me most likely, what side could the moon be on? Surly it was neutral. I was not as lucky. 

   I moved through the trees. There was no way to know how far behind the trackers were. I had lost them at the gorge, but I was sure they wouldn’t be giving up soon. 

    They say I’m a traitor. Maybe I am. Maybe I don’t care. Maybe there is something more to life than taking orders; than watching the ones who hold all the power to make the rules. If I ever get out of here alive, maybe, just maybe I’ll try to stop them. Something I should have done a long time ago.

    The wound in my arm throbbed. Tree branches pulled at my face. My thoughts spun in the same web that they had been on since I lost the trackers.  How would I survive?
I was a traitor. They were going to catch me. They always catch traitors, and I was going to die. If I didn’t bandage my arm, I may not last long, but I couldn’t stop, they would catch me, I had to keep going. 

     The ground under me tilted, and for some reason I was falling. 

     My face greeted the ground even though my hand tried to stop me. Nothing was working properly. Was I falling apart? Is this what happens to traitors? Did I care? I tried, right? What else could I do? 

    I pushed up with my good hand. I felt dizzy. Did the trees always spin? I looked at my bloody arm. 

    “Your stupid, Flyn.” Hearing my own voice was strange. 

      I needed some water. I needed to take care of myself. I closed my eyes; the act brought tears. I forgot how swollen and cut they were. I had forgot the pain. It was coming back now, full of pins and daggers. In my bloody arm. In my right hand. In my face and cut lip. In my worn feet. The kick I was given in my knee. Thanks Colonel.  

   I opened my eyes, slowly. Letting the pain sink in. I was tired, too tired. 

  Some one, maybe the moon wasn’t smiling on me; they had no sympathy. Because what I heard next sent a shiver up my spine. 

   The low, quivering howl of a hunting dog. The trackers were good, too good. I might have let out a quiet moan, but no one would hear me cry, and I had to move on. If I could only find a place to hide, somewhere they wouldn’t find me.

    But they would. They were good. The dogs were the best. They would smell me out, and if I was lucky they would shoot me. Otherwise I would be taken back and made an example of, for other soldiers, who had traitorous thoughts. 

   A cold sweat came over me. I squeezed my hands, it hurt. Everything hurt. But when has that stopped me before? 

   There was no time. They were coming. I took a deep breath and rose to my knees, I ignored the pain and my cries and moved. The world made a turn and my hands clutched the leaves in front of me.

   I crawled. Hand over hand away from the bark of dogs. The forest floor rose in front of me and I keep going. I came to the top, my breath ragged. The dogs were no farther behind, maybe closer yet. I sighed. “Move--” I commanded myself. I wasn’t giving up yet. The hill went down now. 

   Balance failed me and I went rolling, like a tumbleweed. When I finally came to a stop, I didn’t move. Damp earth was in my nose and howls in my ears. I reached out to pull myself up and felt water. I jerked up in surprise. I couldn’t see much in the darkness, but a darker spot, told of water. I scooped up the water, sipping eagerly. It cooled my burning lips.  

  The moon was lower in the sky now and I knew that morning was on its way. My eyes darted in all directions looking for an escape. Wait, there. What is that? It was a flickering light. A campfire? Who would be camping out here?

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It was very fun to write this. I have a second part. I might share at some point. 

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Ok I'll get on to the second thing, I will be going on a hiatus for a few weeks. I will be back to post the next part of my Heinz mystery serial.  On the 25th. 

I will see you than!

What did you think of the flash fiction?

Got any big summer plans? 

Tell me below!

Soundtracks //// What I Have been Listening To

Hi ya! It's the forth of July today. Which means a lot of fireworks and fun. I decided on doing a simple post. Lately I have been listening to soundtracks... some great ones.

I love to listen to high paced soundtracks. Of course I love the full albums, but I'll just share one or two from the soundtracks.

The Mummy soundtrack

I know it sounds kind of scary. The music is good, and edgy. I have seen the movie once, a long time ago, it was scary...

The Adventures of Tinin soundtrack

Course I love the movie. The soundtrack is good I really enjoy it.

Star Wars soundtrack

I have been listening to most of the Star Wars soundtracks, they are all good. I like the old ones a lot, though.

Indiana Jones soundtrack

Love the movies, love the music.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl soundtrack

No, haven't seen the movie, but I like good fast music. Gets me in the writing mood.


The Avengers soundtrack

I have seen this avengers. And you know more pumped music. LOL.

I really like to listen to soundtracks while writing I find it gets me into writing... most of the time. 

Too slow of songs get me a little board so, fast songs is what I like. 

 Fave Soundtrack? 

Seen any of these movies?
Tell me bellow. Know any other good soundtracks? Share them with me.