To Conceal ( WIP Short)

 #blogbattle we are back with another short from my WIP. Yes I know I'm just giving parts, but that's because I might publish the story someday.

I had some fun writing this part, course I had to sneak in the word conceal for the monthly Blogbattle word conceal. 

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My mind came up with no answers, no pictures, no memories.  

If all this was a dream, if all the life before me had been a dream, I wish I would wake up now. And live my normal life again, not stuck at Colter's house, not running from everyone. I felt like I had gotten myself into this mess, but the memory of how didn’t surface. The questions didn’t add up and the answers were few and hard to read. If only time would reverse. If I could just tell my younger self to not be so bold. What it would end up accomplishing. I felt stuck between a time frame of someday and never. Someday I may get out of this or I may never get out of this in this timeless mystery. My death might be the only thing that made me free. It wasn't something that made one feel glee, but rather one would say more like despair. A rather nasty heartache that left one feel hopeless. 

I knew I was dwelling on it too much. I had to keep moving. Keep myself focused on the things at hand; however bleak they can be, one only had the day, soon it would work out. I hoped. It was a hope and maybe a prayer, if anyone was listening. 

I opened my eyes and rose from my dreary self. I went into the bathroom and tried to calm my hair that had been fuzzed up even though it had been in braids and I washed my face looking at my hazel eyes, I hadn’t put the contacts back in. I don't know if it mattered. No one was looking for me, alive that is, and no one was expecting to see Felicity Jones alive. They thought I was Frances Walker or Cirena. 

How could I get my identity back? Why was everything concealed between a misconception? Lies. Someone was lying. I just had to find out who. Another question could be added. Where was the real Frances Walker?

She would most likely be lost by now. Would I forever be stuck in that girl's shoes? No, the truth would have to come out eventually. Even if someone badly wanted it hidden. 

To conceal a matter? Didn’t that sum it all up. Isn't’ that why I was here? Because of a matter that someone wanted hidden?

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July 2020 Investigation

The month has already went by. It was a good month though so much happened; lets see if I can remember it all.

Starting early in the month me and my sister entered our horses in a photo contest. I hope one of us wins. 

Me and Rhubarb after a formal photos.

I made this dress a little while ago...

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 I entered this dress into state 4h congress fashion review which was cool. I didn't get anything, but it was fun. And I love the dress.

I also got to do my dog 4h demonstration for congress. It was all online so yeah, it was easy. 

 My sister had a graduation on the 19th. It was fun. We got to see some old friends and talk. Also Keturah and her sister came, which was great!

^^^^ Some of the kids played 4 square in the air. Also went to Jessi's for a while to watch a few Relam Makers videos with the group. 

I wrote a lot 100 for 100, The story has been going good, though some days I struggle to get 100 words. I think I have a lot of plot holes already, which bugs me. I can't help it right now so I keep writing. 

 Baby birds. They are so big already. I also started instagram this month. It's been fun. I've been learning to make a story so that's been interesting. 

I Read one book this month. I had it on a online library lone; I figured I wouldn't get to read it if I didn't get to it. Buried Secrets By Irene Hannon , It was good. 

 Things are little out of order here but I took my HiSet which is like a GED they just call it something different here. On the 13th I look the test and just god my diploma for it.

I have been sewing so much. Made this apron in a few days for my Mom. I'm entering it in fair though.

Made this dress too. I love it!!!! 

I've been pretty happy with my sewing this year. I'm crunching for time though, I sewed another Jedi robe in a three days for fair I have everything about ready. 

In August I plan to do a split challenge in a week. I'm close so I hope this will get me farther. Also I want to help you get closer to your splits. So everyday for 7 days I'm going to post my progress and some tips to get the splits. I will be posting on here, and on Instagram, so where ever you what to follow you can. To participate you can post your progress everyday or just the start to the end. On your blog or Instagram. Join me at Instagram for stories on split tips. Not sure what week in August, it will be around the 13th or 16th, stay tuned on an update. 

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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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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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Clone Diamonds ( Part 10)

This story gets funner and funner to write. I was almost planning to end it on this story. It didn't happen there is just too much to explain. This blogbattlers monthly prompt is clone. Not a good word for me, but I made it work.

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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

Clone Diamonds 

By Rakalyle Hier 

Words 1087

Lane looked wide eyed at Heinz . “Out of bullets?”

“And time.”

Another blast of gunfire echoed from below and pulverized the side of Heinz’s flat. Mrs. Hardy was not going to be pleased. 

“What are we going to do?” Lane shouted over the noise. 

Wailing police sirens sounded in the distance. 

“We are going to move,” Heinz said. He slid across the floor and away from the windows. Swiftly he grabbed his net, and shouted to the boys. “Get out of the bathroom, we are leaving.”

They slipped out going low like Heinz. They grabbed a few glass bottles from the table. Heinz directed them to his bedroom. “Lane come on.” 

Lane crawled away from the pelted windows noticing that the sirens were getting closer. The police would take care of the gangsters. Once he was in Heinz’s room Lane shut the door and the detective opened a window and threw his net out. “Not another window,” Lane grumbled under his breath. 

“Alright onto the fire escape.” 

Lane sighed in relief. The boys slipped out onto the medal ladder. Everyone quickly left the flat and were soon on the ground. Gunfire echoed off around the corner and sirens blared. 

“Let’s go, we don’t have much time.”

Heinz hailed a taxicab and they all got in. “Diver, straight to the Gala.” 

The cab hurried through the streets. As it rushed by houses and other cars and cabs, Lane couldn’t help wonder about the mystery he and Heinz had stumbled upon. It started out with Hank Wilson, now it was much deeper, Lane wasn't sure what would come of it all.

“Drive around back,” Heinz told the driver. 

Lane opened his mouth to say something, but they were already stopping. The two boys got out, Heinz followed. “Okay, you know what to do, get to it, and don’t get caught.” Sam and Lester, both holding glass jars with purple liquid, nodded. 

Heinz turned to his assistant. “Aren’t you coming?” With that he strolled off. Lane had no choice but to follow him, while the boys took off in the other direction. 

The Gala loomed over them, casting a long shadow across the alley. The sun was sinking low in the sky. It was not long before the party at the Gala, would be starting. Lane had a feeling the evening wasn’t going to go as planned. He wasn't sure if he was going crazy or if something was starting to fit together. He just hoped he wouldn’t be in pieces by the end of the night. 

Heinz came to a side door; pushing it open, they found themselves in the kitchen.  Apron clad ladies and chiefs bustled about, food was being cooked and prepared. The detective and his assistant slipped by them. Once they had left the room. Heinz stopped. “Here Lane, take this.” He handed him a pistol. “You might need it later.” 

Lane took the pistol dreading Heinz’s plan. But he didn’t have much time to think about it. Heinz was on the move again. They soon were up stairs; a few turns lead them to the rafters. “What is this about, Heinz?” Lane asked in frustration. 

“All in good time. Wait here.” 

The detective left him, giving Lane no time to argue. Lane waited. And waited. When he heard music start up below he began to get edgy. He was surprised he could hear it so well from up here. Lane got closer to the middle and found small holes in the flooring, which was really the ceiling for the Gala. He looked through one of them and found himself looking down at the party. A chandelier was right below the hole. 

He noticed many police officers and other finely dressed ladies and gentlemen. He also spied the tables of food… and something else. Was it?… yes, jewels. No longer in crates but in glass vases out for display. Wait there was Sam and Lester. What were they doing? 

A hand on his shoulder startled him. “Ah.” 

“Grand party? Yes?”  Heinz smiled behind his mustache. 

“Where have you been?”

“Up to no good, for sure. But no, let us watch.”

Heinz and Lane filled their view with the sight below. Couples dancing; the orchestra playing. Lane spotted Chief Carmouthe. Heinz pointed. “Look who is just arriving.”

Lane looked over to the doors. Clay Emerson had just stepped into the room. He was now in a fancy brown suit, his hair slicked down, carrying a cane. He looked around before walking into the midst of people. 

Lane felt tense and he gripped the gun without realizing it. His eyes drifted to Heinz. The detective was looking at something else now. Lane followed his gaze. Strangely enough Sam and Lester were pouring the purple goo into the vases with the diamonds. Lane opened his mouth then closed it again. No way could Heinz explain this. 

The music quilted down and Lane looked to see the Chief of Police standing on a platform. “Ladies and gentlemen and officers, tonight is a special night...” Lane’s attention diverted. Clay was making his way to the back of the crowd. What was he doing?

“It’s time to move Lane, Clay will soon be noticing the problem and we want to catch him.” 

Heinz didn’t let Lane see his worried features, things could go in any direction now. He just hoped the plan would work.

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Sam and Lester finished pouring the purple stuff into the glass vases full of identical, clone like diamonds and quickly hid from view. Sam noticed a guy in a brown suit who was familiar to him. 

Sam tapped Lester’s arm. “Look it’s the guy I saw with Hank Wilson.”

“I see him. Come on; we're going to follow him.” 

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Heinz and Lane made their way down from the rafters. Lane gripped the gun in his coat pocket. At the bottom of the steps Heinz turned to him. “Stay here, and stop anyone who tries to get past you.” 

“Anyone?” 

“Anyone.” With that Heinz left him.

Lane shook his head, he wasn’t going to stand there. He was tired of listening to Heinz. Lane looked both ways and went toward the kitchen. He stepped into the kitchen just in time to see two men in black and another fellow come in.

Lane swiftly stepped back behind a stack of barrels. They passed, without seeing him, making their way to the party. Lane had a bad feeling about those three. Not listening to the detective might have been a bad idea.

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