A Flip of a Coin- Blog Hop 8

Welcome back, everyone! Thanks for joining me for another edition of the Weekend Writing Warrior blog hop. It’s a special time of the week where writers post 8-10 sentence snippets of their work. Don’t hesitate to click on the button for a list of participants this week, check out their snippets and don’t forget to like, comment and subscribe!

Without further ado, we continue this week with A Flip of a Coin. Chris accuses the gang boss Flann of being corrupt and taking bribes. Note: this is edited to fit the rules.

“I’m assuming they had a price?” Chris asked.

“Aye, but one I’m not willing to pay.”

“Well, you’ve always been a tight-fisted old bastard,” grinning to himself. “What are they fixing to do anyway?”

“You ask too many questions, lad.”

“Guess it’s too much to ask for a name?”

“Why? You want to take another job from under me?” he spat.

“Depends on the price.”

“You don’t want to get mixed up with that lot. Mark my words, nothing good comes from them up on Primrose Avenue.

Well, that’s it for now, I must return to my editing. Fun fact, while editing my manuscript this week, I discovered I really like to use the word ‘that’. I mean, 981 times. Wish me luck as I travel down the rabbit hole of removing the little pest.

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A Flip of a Coin- Blog Hop 7

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Continuing with A Flip of a Coin, we find Chris facing Flann’s judging eyes. (note: this is edited to fit the 8-10 sentence rules)

“What were you stealing from the Cathredal?” Flann asked curtly.

“Just watching the show,” Chris lied.

“You’re not going to tell me who you’re working for?”

“I suppose it depends on whether you tell me who you’re working for.”

“I ain’t someone’s lackey!” he argued, slamming his fist on the armrest. “People work for me, not the other way around,” he added taking a swing from a bottle.

“And those blue bloods happen to just stop by eh?” Few things in Lollardume scared Chris and Flann wasn’t one of them.

“Ack! They just trying to weasel into my territory.”

“I’m assuming they had a price?”

 

That’s it for now, hope you all enjoy your week and I’ll see you next time.

 

A Flip of a Coin- Blog Hop 6

Welcome everyone, hope this weekend finds you well. I’m recovering from a nasty cold and I’m happy to participate in this week’s blog hop!

For those who don’t know, the weekend writing warrior blog hop is a weekly event where writers sign up (check the linky link button below) and submit and 8-10 sentence snippet of their WIP. I strongly recommend you check out the list (there’s something for everyone) and read, follow, like or comment.

This week I am continuing with A Flip of a Coin. Last time, we left our charismatic thief contemplating the strangers suspiciously drinking in the tavern of the neighbourhood gang boss Flann. A loud argument erupts from upstairs where the gang boss and the leader of the newcomers held a private meeting. Flann’s voice bellowed from the room, cursing at the stranger as he rushed down the stairs. The rat-faced man and the strangers rush out of the Painted Horse as Flann threw books down the stairs. (Heavily edited to fix the rules)

A Flip of a Coin:

“Looks like it’s my turn,” Chris grinned

“Oh no, Chris, don’t. You know how he gets when he’s in a foul mood.”

“No worries, my little sapphire.” He stroked her chin before racing to the stairs, climbing them two at a time. “Hey there, boss man!”

“I’m not in the mood,” Flann grumbled, “go find someone else to bother.” Flann, a large imposing figure with wild red hair and matching moustache, took a swig from an unlabelled bottle.

“C’mon boss, I’m dying for a job, you gotta have something for me?”

“Seems to me you have enough jobs on your plate. Owen saw you at the cathedral burning last night.”

 

That’s it for now, thanks for stopping by! Hope you all have a great week and I’ll see you next time!

 

A Flip of a Coin Synopsis: 

Chris, a charismatic thief falls victim to his own curiosity as he stumbles upon gruesome crimes in the back alleys of Lollardum’s slums. Convinced the crimes will spark a race war between Mages and Innocents (those who do not use magic), he enlists his best friend to investigate and prevent the crimes and fear from spreading to the rest of the continent. But as any thief knows, luck and circumstances can change with a flip of a coin.

 

A Flip of a Coin- Blog Hop 5

Welcome back, it’s that time again! It’s time for the weekend writing warrior blog hop where writers post 8-10 sentence snippets of their writing projects. Also, it’s a great opportunity to read, discover new things and visiting different blogs. For more information and how to partake in the weekend writing warrior blog hop (and list of participants) click the button!

Previously from A Flip of a Coin.

Chris had successfully acquired a relic from an ancient Mage cathedral for his employer and after flirting with the bar manager he notices strangers in the tavern.

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Chris drank his wine, his interest in the strangers growing with every mouthful. He noticed they were dressed like the rest of the scoundrels who called the theatre district home, but Julie was right, they were too clean to belong.Their clothes, resembling the fashion of the poor and downtrodden, didn’t have any patches nor appeared worn in any way. Their facial hair was carefully manicured and their shoes were new and polished.

“Bar wrench!” he called to Julie.

“I told you to stop calling me that!”

“I know, but I just love that face you make,” he smiled at her scowling expression. “What’re the blue bloods doing here?” he whispered, using the slang word for the richer class. It was always suspicious when the rich found their way into their neck of the woods.

“I dunno, but by the sounds of ruckus upstairs Flann isn’t happy with what their boss has to say.” she motioned to the second floor where muffled shouts from Flann’s private apartments floated downstairs.

 

Thanks for joining me this week! It’s a long weekend here in so I may be out of touch.  I hope you all have a great weekend nonetheless.

A Flip of a Coin- Blog Hop 4

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A Flip of a Coin

This In this snippet Chris is drinking at his favourite tavern, the Painted Horse, owned by his old gang boss Flann. We learn Chris managed to buy his freedom from the gang but still associates with his old friends. His oldest friend being the bar manager Julie. As he contemplates the item he stole from the cathedral and searching for another job, Julie comes to take his order.

“What will it be today?”

“Julie, my little turtle dove,” Chris smiled as she pursed her lips. She hated pet names, but he couldn’t resist.  “Slow day my sparkling jewel?”

“Yeah, the usual?” She pushed a rebellious black lock of hair behind her ear.

“You know it and a side of that pretty face of yours to go with me tonight.”

“How ’bout just the wine,” she said tiredly, having heard the same line before.

“Is that all?” he winked, flashing her his charming smile.

“You better stick with the wine.”

So, Chris flirts with everyone, sometimes he wins sometimes he loses but it doesn’t stop him from playing the game. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you all have a great weekend/week!

 

A Flip of a Coin- Blog Hop 3

Good Weekend to you all! It’s time for the Weekend Writing Warrior Blog Hop. It’s a magical time of the week where writers post snippets of their writing for others to read, enjoy and discover. By all means, check out the linky link below, then visit, read, and comment and away you go.

This week I’m continuing with my short novel A Flip of a Coin. As a quick recap: Chris the charismatic thief who loves all things that sparkle stole a priceless artefact from a Mage Cathredal for his anonymous client. He escaped the burning building as the roof collapsed. Standing in the mud, he notices the blood from the Mage Priest the mob had attacked earlier. His memory drifts to his first encounter with a Mage as a young boy. (Also note it’s highly edited to fit restrictions)

Chris watched his neighbours swarm the Mage traveller; Chris, being a child, cowered behind boxes listening to bones break and watching blood decorate the street. They moved his broken body to an alley leaning him against over flowing garbage cans. Standing over the Mage, noting his laboured breathing and bloody coughing fits, he had hundreds of questions but his mouth couldn’t decide which one to ask.

“Take a seat boy,” the Mage motioned next to him, “don’t be afraid, the Gods always reward those who follow the path of light with Eternal peace, love, and safety. We shall be reunited with our Holy Family and bathe in their light- it’s what we all dream of.”

“I think people ’round here rather have food to eat,” Chris mumbled.

The Mage gave a small laugh, “you think too much of the body, you need to think of your spirit and your heart.”

“But my stomach is louder than my heart,” he frowned trying to remember his last meal.

“My poor boy, do not close your soul off to the Gods or you will suffer the path of darkness, dying alone and without mercy from the Goddess.”

That night he watched the Mage die; not understanding the path of light he preached but fully realizing that in the poor side of Lollardum, everyone dies without mercy and alone.

Thanks for stopping by! I’m currently posting this from my phone because yesterday’s wind storm knocked out our power. I hope it comes back soon, a morning without my tea is a sad morning indeed.

A Flip of a Coin- Blog Hop 2

Author’s note: Sorry for the delay in getting this out, I’m having issues with the blog (new to the blog scene). I am trying to recover my first post with all your supportive comments. Once again sorry for any inconvenience. With that said, on with the show.

Welcome back, it’s that time again! It’s time for the weekend writing warrior blog hop where writers post 8-10 sentence snippets of writing. Also, it’s a great opportunity to read, discover new things and visiting different blogs. For more information and how to partake in the weekend writing warrior blog hop click the button!

 A Flip of a Coin is a project I’ve been working on for the past year or so (a NaNoWriMo love child). Last week’s post began the adventure with Chris, a thief, about to enter a burning cathedral to steal the precious artefacts within. 

Throwing his shoulder against the wooden door Chris entered the burning building, counting his steps from the door to the altar located in the middle of the cathedral. Beautifully painted murals depicting scenes of the Gods now turned sinister as the flames corrupted their angelic faces to demonic ghouls. Through the smoke, the overpowering figure standing over him; reaching for the dagger tucked into his belt,  he stopped when he recognised it was the cast iron statue of the Goddess the Mages worshipped. The meaning of the encounter didn’t escape him; he faced the Goddess of Death as he stole from their burning home.

Fighting to breathe through the smoke, he forced his muscles to press on; lifting a burnt rug revealing a hidden door, then discreetly slipping down the narrow staircase. Finding a torch to light, he discovered a room with crates and barrels, spotting a small stone altar tucked away in the corner. A vase with a wilted flower sat on the dusty stone altar next to a blue bundled of cloth. Carefully pulling the corners of the cloth he smiled at the prize; a tarnished golden bell with a crafted swan on its handle. He couldn’t read the engraved symbols but he felt they held great importance. He didn’t know why his anonymous client wanted the bell, but a happy client meant a paying client and a paying client, in turn, made Chris happy.

A Flip of a Coin Synopsis: 

Chris, a charismatic thief falls victim to his own curiosity as he stumbles upon gruesome crimes in the back alleys of Lollardum’s slums. Convinced the crimes will spark a race war between Mages and Innocents (those who do not use magic), he enlists his best friend to investigate and prevent the crimes and fear from spreading to the rest of the continent. But as any thief knows, luck and circumstances can change with a flip of a coin.