Sunday, November 24, 2019

Broken Harp (Part 11)

We are onto the next part. The blogbatters word this month is Harp. Not the best word, but I got it in there.


New? Read the other parts of this story....

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 
Part 7 A Stable Connection
Part 8 Intercepted
Part 9 A Shield of Smoke

Part 10 Clone Diamonds

Broken Harp 

By Rakayle Hier 
Words 1000+ a few


Heinz slipped into the crowd of ladies and gentlemen avoiding the men in uniform. He found himself near the diamonds and noticed that they began to sizzle. The acid from the purple goo was mixing with the gem’s wax which had covered the very fake diamonds, designed to be very toxic. The party was meant to be a trap for every one who came. 


Where was the one responsible? Clay had disappeared from the crowd. Heinz made his way back toward the kitchen. He stopped suddenly when he came face to face with two very unhappy gangsters and Hank Wilson. 


“Hello fellows.” 


Hank sneered. “Get him.” 


Heinz jumped away from their grabs slipping around them. Where was Lane? 


He dashed away and through a side door.  Making his way around to the kitchen. There was going to be trouble and he needed some help. 


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Lane stepped out of the kitchen and found the party in full swing. Lane spotted the three men. They looked quite upset. Where was Heinz? Had he spotted them yet? Lane fingered the gun in his pocket. If he could help it he didn’t want to start anything here with the crowd. Maybe he should draw them away from the main room. 


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Sam and Lester followed Clay Emerson. He made his way to the front door and picked up a bras telephone on a stand. He started to spin the dial. 


“Who do you think he is calling?” Lester asked. 


Sam frowned. “Trouble, no doubt. We got to stop him.” 
The two sneaked closer. 


“Pull the cord,” Sam whispered. 


“He’ll see me.” 


“Course he will, that’s why we run.”


“Course.” 


Lester walked past and quickly pulled the telephone cord. 


“Hay, you little brat, what do you think your doing!” 


Lester didn’t waited for him to finish. He ran. 


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Lane straightened his jacket cuffs and rolled his shoulders. It was time to go.  No stalling. Lane stepped out from his corner when a hand stopped him. Lane jump. “Muerderation!”


“Shhh. It’s only me.” Heinz whispered. Lane gave Heinz a dirty look. If he gave him one more heart attack…. 


“What... do we have here?” 


Lane turned to see the three men standing in front of them. All their hands went for their pockets.  “Wait.” Heinz raised his hand. They paused for a second. The middle man gave Heinz a sneer. “You just stay right there.” They each brought out a small pistol. “You don’t want to cause a scene, Hank. There are plenty of police around.” 


Hank looked slightly around. “Alright, both of you, down the hallway.” They took the hallway that lead down to the stairs which lead to the rafters. 


Lane wandered if Heinz had a plan. The gun in his pocket felt heavy, but there was no way he could get it, without the gangsters getting suspicious. 


“Alright stop,” Hank commanded. “It’s about time.”


Heinz and Lane turned around. 


“I will have my revenge.” 


“Luckily that is not true.” 


Hank gave Heinz a dark look, fingering the trigger of his gun at his side. Lane swallowed a lump in his throat, things were getting worse real fast. It was three against two and the gangsters already had their guns on out. They were dead. 


A gun shot sounded startling Hank. Someone screamed. Heinz took his chance; he lunged forward grabbing Hank’s wrist. Before the two gangsters could react, Lane was on them with this revolver. “Don’t move.” 


Hank struggled with Heinz for the gun. The detective got in position and punched the man in the face. Hank fell back but caught himself; it was too late, the gun flew out of his hand and skidded across the floor.


“Your not going to take me this time.” Hank got to his feet and took off. He opened the door leading up to the rafters, Heinz was close behind. Hank disappeared as Heinz got to the door, he looked back at Lane. “Remember the net.” 


Lane didn’t have time to ask ‘why?’ He was gone. Lane kept his eyes on the two gangsters. “Throw down your guns.” 


Very reluctantly they did as he said. “Now kick them over to me.” They kicked the weapons and they slid over. Without taking his eyes off the men, Lane knelt down and picked up the small pistols. 


Lane finally had the nerve to try and figure out what the detective meant about the net. Lane glanced up. There it was, hanging, ready to be let loose, right above the two gangsters. 


*****


Hank thundered up the steps and Heinz went after him. It was darker up there and Heinz found Hank out of sight. He look a breath and turned just in time to see a plank coming at him. 


 The board just missed his head, crashing into his shoulder bringing the detective to the floor with a groan. He rolled over as the board came at him again. He scrambled to his feet ducking as the mad man swung the board crazily at him. He backed up making his way toward the middle of the ceiling.


 Heinz could hear commotion below. The gun shot had put everyone on edge. He didn’t take his eyes off Hank Wilson as the man advanced with a nice hitting stick. 


The detective rubbed his sore shoulder eyeing everything around him, looking for a weapon. There were holes, but no loose boards. Heinz took another step and felt the board at his feet bend. 
“You have nowhere to go gumshoe, it’s over.”


“Yes, your right, it is over.” 


Hank lunged at him, but Heinz twisted out of the way pushing into Hank making him crash. Heinz spotted a rope hanging down and snatched it. Hank got up and turned on the detective. His brown eyes full of rage. He went for a quick stab at Heinz, and was met with a rope twisting around his board. Heinz pulled and ripped the board out of the man’s hands. 


Heinz slammed Hank back to the wood floor. He heard a crack. Suddenly Hank kicked out and struck Heinz’s shin; he lost his balance and went down. Hank stood up gritting his teeth, he kicked Heinz in the side. He lifted his leg to kick again. Heinz caught it and pushed him back. 


Hank stepped back, off balance. Heinz got up and punched him in the face again. He went down again and Heinz heard another crack. 


Hank tried to get up, when the floor beneath him split. Heinz jumped off the week boards, just before they caved in, taking Hank with them.


Hank yelled until he hit the bottom with a sound of instruments scraping and crunching. Heinz saw him on top of a harp which was now broken into pieces. Hank Wilson was dead. 

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One more part, and I should have everything rapped up. Then I am not sure when I will get back to doing some blog battles.

What has been your favorite part?
Are you hoping for more stories with Heinz and Lane?
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Sunday, November 17, 2019

A Few Snips From My WIP

HI Everyone! Today we have my last minuet idea..... post ... thing...



Maybe I should do a small update on my writing. : I'm still in a bit of a writing block. I am not doing NaNo this year, but I decided to do a little something, so I am trying to write a little everyday, even if it is one word.
I've got a bit done, and have only missed one day so far.

Jennifer McClure

If you don't know this is from my third book in my Jake Detective Series. Check out the board HERE


"The police have already left," Joe told them.
  "Did you find anything missing?" Ed asked. 
  "No." Mr.Cunningham shook his head. "Which makes it odd."
   "Or does it?"Andy remarked. 



Kayla crossed her arms. "And you thought it was a bomb."

~

"You know what water is good for don't you?" Andy looked at Ed. 
   "What?"
 "Flushing out rats."

15 Best Beaches in New Jersey (NJ) - The Crazy Tourist

His glaze flickered back to the sea. The boat was gone as slick and quiet as a snake. 

~

"Aunt Martha, just has an over active imagination," Ed said trying to repress a grin.
  "No, I don't. You watch you mouth young man it's liable to get you in trouble."

Activities: Make Your Own Fingerprint Powder



Hope you liked the little update.

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Sunday, November 10, 2019

One Year Blogaversary Vlog ?? In Which I Answer Your Questions

Here we go....


I'm in fact on time yay! I wasn't for sure with all the trouble I had with the  making and downloading the vlog. Here we are, my one year blogaversry! I can not believe it has been a year! If you want to read my first ever blog post here it is https://astorydetective.blogspot.com/2018/11/warning-starting-post.html

Anyway, onto the video....




Yeah I may have talked a little too much... and didn't have a long of time to edit. But I did enjoy doing this. Hope you did as well!

How would you answer any of these Questions? 
What do you think of vlogs?
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Monday, November 4, 2019

Guest Post

Today if you read the title I have a guest post. By my sister about bible camp. She is not a blogger... yet.


It's a little late. Hope you like it!

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First, I should probably introduce myself, your guide. Hi, I'm Amariah, Kayle's
 (thats Rakayle's nickname) younger sister. Today, I present to you a walk-through of 
Camp 2019!
Sukkot 2019 was a blast and the best Sukkot yet!
We would have originally left on October 10th, but weather prevented our leaving; 
therefore, we headed out on the 11th.
Here's the schedule of our journey!












On October 14th was the tea party. 
Mom and I hosted a table, and my cousin Breanna and 
I decorated the table











^ Our table won Most Elegant Tea Table title!


Heading to the tea party!






















^ Hannah and Breanna at the candy themed table! (Lucky munchkins ;) )





























One of my favorite little cousins Haddy (in her most beautiful dress ever) posing with 
Grandma  











That night at the market place a lady I met at the tea party introduce me to someone with my 
same name! Now there happens to be an Amaryah that's a guy and an Amariah that's a girl at 
Sukkot---so don't get too confused (I got confused a few times, seriously, 
for the longest time I thought I was the only Amariah)!












Tuesday morning teen games. We played dodgeball.  
Words of Advice: Don't get hit in the head, it hurts, it doesn't count as getting out; but it'll hurt. 
Don't stand directly behind someone thinking it will protect you, it won't. 
Throw the ball please or hand it to me to throw or someone else to throw. 
And don't be scared, have fun!


Every day at 1:00 pm we had teen/youth dance practice! From the left and around the circle is
 Me, Bethany, Kaylah, Kayle, Karlye, and Faith! You all are awesome dancers!












^Emma (extented friend-sister)  finally showed up on Tuesday


Wednesday and Thursday we had service. We danced and went to teen bible class

Saturday was Picture day!


Kids and Grandma and Grandpa picture








Family pictures are "sane" until 

until someone gets crazy... 

Family pictures always get crazy. its the fact of family picture day.










Practiced for special music night which was on Sunday night.
We did the teen/youth dance, Kayle sang a song she had wrote, I played fiddle 
(Battle Hymn of the Republic), and with a group of friends we danced to "Heartbeat" 
By Bekah Shae. Yo-yo man did a cool dance, Amaryah sang a fantastic song, and Breanna;
Emma; and Hannah did the Preteen dance. There were more specials, of course, than just 
these mentioned. Everyone did a great job!
That night we had Tornado and Hail warnings,













(This picture is just too comical)
but Praise Yahweh we didn't get hit!
Monday morning we went home.
 That’s a wrap! Hope you enjoyed the journey! I didn't include everything, 
If I did it would have taken a week to get to the end! 











I love all the signatures my shirt got! I miss you all and can't wait to see you next year! 

*******


Me again...

What is a favorite camp memory of yours?
Have a great day!

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