Hi guys, its been a while.

 It's been a while.

I wish I was interested in blogging as of late. Maybe I can get into it again. 

I have been working and I just started writing again, since I last wrote in my story in August. 

I really want to finish this story this year. This new 2023, crazzy. 

Anyway here are some snips of this  WIP.  Let me know what you think. 

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  And the scene was set me and Colter on the ground, three men looking down at us,

one blond lady scaling with a black eye, and another lady looking like a lawyer talking on her cell phone. It was 2 to 5 and the odds were not pretty. 

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  “Are you alright? Izzy? Come on, I can't lose you right now.”
I wondered how I looked. Did I look truly awful, I wasn’t worried about my appearance,

but about how Colter thought I felt. Was I in pain? A little. My head was hurting,

my throat was burning like I had been hit there. I wondered if my elbow was bleeding.

I was achy all over as well, but I wondered how that affected my face. I turned my face to him,

I could help it anymore, those words would never leave my mind. ‘I can’t lose you.’

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 “Izzy,” Colter whispered in my ear. I snapped back to look at him, our faces so close my

lips could have kissed his cheek. “You look so pale.” 

“I’m going to be okay, stop worrying about me right now.” 

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Everything was looking ready to ship out. Ninja and the sheriff came for us.

Both me and Colter were pulled to our feet. The sheriff scaled at me like I was something dirty to deal with. Colter’s escort took him ahead of me and my guard and we neared the semi. Miss Blondie looked at the both of us and gave the order. Put them in the semi bed. So this was our fate. I gave a little start. Colter tried to spring away but the man held him firm and punched him in the kidney. “Stop it,'' I shrieked, pulling away only to get a fresh slap in the face. The lady with the black eye backed away not forgetting the pain, I gave her. 

Colter stood, and calmed down, he didn’t want me hurt.

Neither of us tried to get away after that, wanting to spare each other pain.

I stopped Colter and he stopped me.

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The closing of the doors behind us was sickening.

It was like a coffin being closed on someone alive, to be buried deep in a dark place and forgotten

by the world. Lost forever on a ship in a never ending journey in troublesome waves that mocked your

life. How small it was, how weak and shallow it was.

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Something Simple

Hope you liked!!!

Rakayle ❤☺

Spill The Tea (WIP Short)

 Yes I'm slipping in an extra post today to do the blogbattle challenge in which the word this month is TEA. 

This is another part I just wrote in my WIP story. Hope you like it. 

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I went down stairs and found my brother looking through his trunk in the living room.

I quietly watched him until he looked up at me. “What are you doing?” 

He sighed. “I’m looking for some old papers that I have somewhere around here.”

“Is that why you’ve been gone all day?” 

“So you noticed.” 

“Of course I noticed.” 

“I’ve been doing my research.”

“Okay?” 

He didn’t reply. I don’t think he wanted to spill the tea. Why? Now he was the one who was keeping secrets. I folded my arms. “Well I’ve been doing some research too.” 

He gave me a strange look and went back to digging. I shrugged my shoulders and let him look. Maybe he would tell me later. You never could tell a Jones to spit out what he didn’t want to share.

I felt hungry so I went looking for something to eat. Colter didn’t have much in his cupboards, though I found some chips and opened a bag. I munched on them thinking about my dilemma, if one of my teachers were involved than who? Why couldn’t I remember, and why did I keep having that strange dream, of the two talking, as if I had been listening in. It was almost like I was told that it had happened. The thought dawned on me, was that part of it? Why on earth could I not remember? 

It didn’t make any sense. Or maybe it did and I didn’t know how it made sense. I was feeling drained. A mystery was a lot easier when it was all in a book and not happening to my life. If only something new would surface that would prove useful. Someone had to spill the tea. Someone was hiding something, and I had to find out what. If it was one of my teachers or someone else in the school I had to find out. If it wouldn’t surface on it’s own I was going to have to dig it out, screaming and clawing, let's just hope I didn’t get too scared in the process. I shook my head. No matter what happened. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy and I was putting my brother in danger as well, maybe I had made a mistake. What had I done to get involved in the killing? How had I put us all in danger in the fist place? What could I have done differently? My brother came into the kitchen and eyed the chips that I had on the table. 

“Any left for me?’ 

I pushed over the bag and he took a hand full out. I studied my brother more, and could see he looked tired. What did he know? And why couldn’t he tell me? What was there to hide? Maybe he just didn’t know yet. Didn’t know how to tell me. 

“What are you cooking up in that head of yours?” Colter remarked. 

Tea. But no, I didn’t say it out loud, we all had too much cooking; it might all boil over, and that would be messy. Let’s just take this one step at a time.

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Well, the story went a little longer this time. Hope you liked it. I did another short of the same WIP story, Wretched me short.

So you can check that one out if you haven't read it yet.

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What do you think will happen next?

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Wretched Me (WIP Short)

I'm back and here with another story for blogbattlers. This is part of my WIP story which is the story I have been working on. Its just a small part, but I hope you like it.

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We parked outside the police station. The last place I thought I'd ever be. I felt like a wreck. The scenarios of what could happen were going through my head making me shake with nervous energy. 

“Don’t look so wretched.” Colter eyed me. “Play it cool.”

Play it cool. Easy for him to say. I got out of the pickup and managed to get it together, I thought about how I dealt with nerves before a big track competition. I was different and it didn’t matter, I would win. It was better to stay calm and take in every detail. I looked up at the sign in red lettering: Delta’s Police Department.

The place had long windows in the front. We walked in together. I was glad Colter was here. It made me feel like I was a kid. Who'd gotten into trouble and was here with an adult so she could apologize. I wasn’t a kid anymore, this was bigger than a minor offence. There was murder in the air and I somehow was involved. Which no one knew about yet. So I had nothing to worry about. I was wrong. I'm wrong about a lot of things.

We found ourselves in the detective’s office. It wasn’t at all fancy, it was just a side room where they had stuffed him along with a bunch of boxes. But if I remembered correctly he was a private detective so this was just an office. And he was just using it, he most likely had demanded for one and they gave in, giving him some old storage office. His name was Holstrum. Last name anyway. He sat down looking at us. I noticed he looked tired. I hoped he didn’t see through my disguise as he had a picture of me on the table. It was a little old. I was glad the leather jacket in the picture was not the same one I was wearing. I wore that one a lot. My clothing choice didn’t change much. 

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Sorry if it seems like just a taste, but I can't reveal too much.

Also I will be back to posting on Sunday.

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How do you think this is going to turn out?
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My WIP //// Isolation Aesthetics

I've been working on this story, it doesn't really have a name, I call it, Isolation story as of now, it will change at some point. If you have an idea on a name, let me know!

This story started out as a short story idea that I hand for this contest that had a prompt : isolation. I didn't do the contest cuz it cost money, but I thought I would write something anyway. Now it has become a full story and I am writing it for 100 for 100 that Go Teen Writers is putting on. It's a fun story. I already have 8k words, though some of this I started before the 100for100. I'm kinda writing it by the seat of my pants. So I'm not all sure what will be happening. Enjoy a taste of the story......

Story Themes:

First point of view, mystery, darkness, light, journey, motorcycles, sarcastic, missing, hidden, sibling arc, leather, running, daring, rebel, professors, police, dad problems, arguing, taking a stand, loner, isolation, pickup, girl switch, mix up, deception, murder, kidnapped, bossy brother, past of secrets,

Want to see more check out my pinterest board.

pics from pinterest or canva.

The Characters: 

Felicity Jones

main character


Motorcycle girl, leather jackets, athlete, runner, college student, loner, rebel, blond, gray eyes, smart, watchful,


Colter Jones 

second character 


Older brother, pickup guy, down to earth, blue jeans, blond, brown eyes, caring, has his own secrets, trying not to be a rebel, 


Still working on other characters....

The snips: 

A black room. A white paper. A soft sound. Was it always this way?
Was something supposed to be happening?

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Oh. Well that puts a twist on things. My head was starting to hurt. My eyes drifted down to the desk. I saw a picture of Frances and almost flipped out.

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“Who was this professor?”

“I don’t know.” 

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 I racked my hands through my ringlets of blond hair. Where do I go from here? Connelsvill?
Where my last memory was before I found myself in the dark room with the paper?
This should be fun. I hoped my brother would go along with this.
I looked around for cars and broke out running.
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You know how some things just feel like home? Like a song you love and hear it again after a long time. That’s what my motorcycle was like to me.

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Music:

I've got a playlist on my spotify, you should be able to find it at; WIP: isolation or my name, Rakayle A. Sorry I don't know how to put that up that up on my blog.

Here is few songs anyway.

I feel like I'm just getting started with this story, so I'm still figuring things out.

What are you working on?
Do you like stories about siblings?
What do you think of this story?

Tell me below! Love to hear your thoughts!!!!
also happy Father's Day!!!

Six Word Story Writing Contest

I have a very fun idea! I will be in Florida at this time and I though I wanted to do a writing contest. I mean they are so fun write? lol

So here we go.

I want you all to have fun. Play around with your six word story. Do try to make the words count and don't go over. Do count the words before you send the story in.

Deadline is March 1st

For a challenge lets go with a mystery theme.

Now for the judging, I will be judging them but I will not know who's story is who's, my sister will make sure each story has a number, after I have chosen which I like she will tell me who's story it is and it will be announced. Please note if you win and are under 18 please ask your parents permission before giving an address, if you want the prize.

I will be emailing the winner and will announce it on March 8th after judging.

The prize will be of the winners choice, a post card from either Montana or Florida or a little souvenir around the same value from either state.

If I get enough entries we may have two winners.




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Innocent Bystander (Part 12)

Hi every one, it's been a whole year of this story, it's hard to believe that I have been writing a story a month for 12 months. ahhhhh. Okay, on with the norm this month's word is innocent, a good word for my story, from https://blogbattlers.wordpress.com/

Now that all the parts are done you can read them all at once. YAY!

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

Part 11 Broken Harp

Innocent Bystander

Lane 

By Rakayle Hier 

Words 1087

Everything happened very fast after Hank crashed through the ceiling, disbanding the instruments. The police were everywhere and I found myself along with Heinz aside of Chief Carmouthe. The chief was a solid man, he knew what he wanted and normally got it.

He was already taking over and assuring the innocent crowd he had a handle on the situation. 

When he turned to us I couldn’t help but feel two feet shorter. “I suppose you have a jolly good explanation for all this?” 

Heinz didn’t show any uneasiness about Chief Carmouthe and promptly replied. “I do.” 

“You do. Well, let us finish up and you can tell me about it, yes?” Carmouthe promptly turned and started yelling to a Sargent. “Bring him out of there!” 

Heinz and I walked closer to the commotion and found Clay Emerson in cuffs being dragged away in protest. 

“Looks like everyone has been caught.” I remarked. 

“It does seem so.”

“Aren't you glad about it?” I asked, puzzled at his demeanor.  

“Glad isn’t the right word.” 

“What is the right word?”

“A very good question?” 

I sighed. There was no getting anything out of Heinz if he didn’t want you to. I wondered where the boys had gone? I looked around the Gala, ladies in flowing dresses and men in fine suits were filling out, while the officers were milling about like bees. Just than I spied Lester and Sam slip out the door; they were gone. I wondered if I would see them again. It was very likely that the chief would put me on another duty seeing I failed in informing him in anything Heinz had done or planned. 

I turned to Heinz who looked slightly pail. I looked to see what had made is normal ease slip, to see a fancy lady go out the door. If I didn’t have enough questions… 

Chief Camouthe interrupted. “Alright you two, you have a lot of explaining to do.” 

Heinz turned, his normal solid self again. “Well, Chief, it all started with Hank Wilson. Right out of jail he got in touch with Clay Emerson, the man who owns that opera on 5th Street. A man who turned to underground smuggling and shady dealings, after the opera went bankrupt. With his help they planned the whole thing.” 

The chief and I found ourselves following Heinz back into the big room. 

“You see Hank didn’t just want revenge on me, thought he wanted me to think so. He wanted revenge on the entire police department.

And when better to do that than tonight? With a full crowd of officers, with no one expecting a thing. It was quite brilliant if not quite mad.”

I looked at the table full of food, than to the diamonds meant for decoration.

“They put together this plot, and with some clever devices they got a whole wagon full of fake diamonds.”

“What for?” The chief remarked. 

“I’m getting to that. These ‘diamonds’ were covered with wax, wax that was meant to melt at the party. Once melted they would set off an odor, a toxic odor that would, to Hank Wilson's liking, kill everyone at the party.” 

“Than what stopped it from happening?” 

“You see, I knew Hank was up to something. When sneaking around the opera house I found out about the plot . At my apartment I discovered, thanks to Lane spilling some wax, that I could deactivate the formula.

That is why no one was killed. My formula worked. You know the rest.” 

The chief of police pondered the information. I did as well, Heinz hadn't told me half of this, although I was there at the time. 

“We’ll take these diamonds away for testing, don’t want the wrong hands getting a hold of them. And I want to finish this down at the station. So be there detective.” He turned to me. “You too Lane.”

Oh, dear, I was in trouble. 

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Down at the police station, everything was busy, after all they had three men to check in, and there was paperwork to be filled out. 

Darkness had set in and I couldn’t help but wish it wasn’t so dark. As the detective and I stepped into the station, everything stopped and the men stared at us. Great, the chief must have something special in mind.-

I stopped myself, why should he have it out for me and Heinz? We saved the day. 

We passed the men and made our way into the office. Carmouthe looked up from his paperwork. “Shut the door.”

I shut it and heard everything outside start up again. The phone on the desk rang but the chief didn’t answer it. 

He offered us a cigar. We both refused. “Okay, let’s get down to business, I want to know why I wasn’t informed of this earlier?” The question was directed at both of us, but I felt the full force of his dark stare. 

“It was entirely my choice,” the detective said. 

Carmouthe folded his fingers together. “Was it? And Lane didn’t have a choice?” His voice rose and I could see his anger flare. 

I twisted my hat. “At the time sir I had nothing to report sir, I had no time sir.” 

“Sure you didn’t, it’s nearly impossible to tell me anything.” The chief rose. He shook his head and sat down again. “No, no don’t say anything, I don’t want to hear it.” 

I closed my mouth. I was no innocent bystander, but there was no way I was telling the chief some of those details I knew. 

“Alright get out of here.” Carmouthe stood. “As of tomorrow, Lane, your back to your old post. And Heinz stay out of police work, do your dick work on a lower level.” 

We left the room before he could yell anything else at us. Outside the station we parted ways, the detective took one sidewalk and I the other.

The mystery was over, even before I could fully understand it. Would I cross paths with Detective Heinz again? He most likely was glad I was off the job.

I was no longer his assistant. I let it set in and tried not to feel sad, why should I? He was so infuriating…. I stopped and looked back, he was gone already. 

I found myself at my own place and let myself in. I would get a goodnight sleep, anyway. I lit a lamp and light flooded the room. I noticed a note on the letter stand and picked it up. 

Tomorrow at ONE the fish store BE THERE ~ H

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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. 

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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.

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