A Flip of a Coin Snippet 07/07/18

Happy Weekend all! The week has been rather busy, mainly getting caught up on everything that was sidelined from the Canada Day celebrations. A dear friend of mine was in town and we celebrated Canada Day at Parliament Hill. Usually, I’m in another city working all summer but this summer I decided to do things differently and enjoy time with friends and loved ones. The concert on the Hill was fun despite the epic journey to the location. Although the line was short and security painless the walk in the heat wave was brutal. Not to mention the gate was at the opposite end of the Hill, so we had to go through security, and walk the direction you came (but this time on the other side of the fence) to the concert location. It was a pain in my behind. But with all said and done it was a good concert and the fireworks were amazing. 

Anyway, on with the Weekend Writing Warrior Blog Hop! I encourage you to click the button below to view the other participants. According to the rules, 8- 10 sentence snippets are posted from a work in progress or a soon to be released work. It’s a great community with a lot of talented people, so go check it out and don’t forget to comment, like or subscribe! 

I am continuing with A Flip of a Coin and the much anticipated ‘what’s in Bayliss’s basement of horrors?’ scene. Chris sneaks into the house, after exploring he makes his way into the kitchen where he pockets some silverware and a gravy boat. He hears a maid come down the stairs and decides to hide in the basement. Not wanting to waste an opportunity he investigates the basement. Once he slips a few bottles of wine from the cellar into his bag he discovers a door that is locked. (Note: edited to comply with rules).

The lock only took a moment for his expert hands to pick. His victorious smile dissipates as a stench of rotting meat and blood flood his nostrils. He regrets lighting the candles near the door, which reveals a table with an unnerving red-stained white sheet draped over it. A mix of brown, yellow and red smears coat the painted white walls. What frightens him was a drain in the centre of the floor which makes a gruesome gurgling sound as liquid trickles down the grate.

He feels the blood drain from his face as he pushes his feet towards the table; cursing his curiosity he recognizes the rancid smell originating from under the ghostly sheet. Grabbing the corner, he counts to three, whipping the sheet from the table; it floats like a ghost to the floor. A young woman’s bruised body lays still; under the blood and mud, he notices her short blond hair and angelic face.

Of all the things he found in rich people’s basements, a dead body was a first.

“What the fuck?”

 

Thanks for reading, hope I haven’t steered too many of you away with the dead body. There was a lot more I wanted to add (mainly the wine cellar) but I needed to stick to the rules. Thanks for stopping by and have a great week. 

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A Flip of a Coin Snippet 06/30/18

Happy Canada day everyone! And to those lovely people residing outside Canuckistan happy Sunday blog hop! For those who don’t know (and want to be in the know) the Sunday blog hop facilities writers wanting to share their work with the world. They post 8-10 sentence snippets from a WIP every Sunday. Click the button below to see a list of participants, click on the linky link and away you go. Don’t forget to comment, like, or follow.

My struggle with technology continues (perhaps it’s for the best I don’t write sci-fi. I’ll be the first casualty if the ship AI takes over). I had issues posting my current blog post (#9) last week. Long story short I did last minute edits, went to bed thinking my post was ready to be posted. But as I slept my post had a different idea. Here is a link Flip of a Coin #9 to my previous post if you will like to read it. If not on with the show.

A Flip of a Coin: Chris finds Mister Bayliss’s home, noting a light on upstairs he decides to investigate. Climbing the brick wall surrounding the house, he reaches the top as the balcony doors swing open. Two men step into the evening air with drinks and cigars in their hands. Chris hides amid the branches of a nearby tree, eavesdropping on the conversation. An older dignified man addresses the younger; John Bayliss. (note, this is heavily edited to fit the requirements)

 

“John, what you propose is an intriguing matter,” said the old man, blowing smoke rings into the darkness. “How do you know your benefactor will succeed?”

“I have a lot of faith in his abilities and influence over this kingdom. If he desires a thing he gets it, simple as that.”

“I do not feel comfortable with this endeavour of yours, I must think of my name and my family.”

“There are risks in every investment, Martin. Will you throw away international fame because you are too scared to take the chance?”

“When you get to be my age you learn to recognise a bad idea when you hear it.” The man coughs continuing once he catches his breath, “I may not be able to fund you but I will confer with my colleagues may be they are willing to accept your radical ideas.”

“Thank you, Martin,” John smiles, “I appreciate it.”

 

 

So Bayliss is working for another, possible criminal mastermind. Seems like everyone is a pawn for someone else. With that, it is time to continue the Canada day celebrations on my end. I hope you all have a great and safe weekend!

A Flip of a Coin Snippet 06/24/18

Welcome back! It’s another Sunday and another blog hop hosted by the Weekend Writing Warriors. Writers post 8-10 sentences of their works in progress or promoted projects. If you’re interested in participating or reading more works, click on the button below. Choose from the list of participants and don’t forget to like, comment or follow.

We are continuing with A Flip of a Coin. Eager to investigate Primrose Avenue, Chris sets off from the Painted Horse to the upper-class neighbourhood. Spending the day talking to his contacts and some harmless flirting he finds out the name of Flann’s special guest and potential silent partner.  A shopkeeper gives him the name and address of Mister Bayliss, a new upstart aristocrat with ambitions of for nobility. ( note the following is edited to fit guidelines)

 

Jamming his hands in his pockets,  he sets his shoulders against the cool evening breeze, walking through the richer part of the kingdom. The lavish homes were prettier than the slums, the flower beds in the small window baskets seemed to promote the lie of happiness and beauty. It was the kind of society that bred mistrust; the evidence was seen in the number of iron gates surrounding the most fearful rich members of society. The bigger the fence the less trust they had for neighbours or the authority which protected them. Chris turns a corner as the night set in, hoping to get out of the gaze of the soldier before he moved on to his mark.

His feet stop in front of a small manor surrounded by a high stone wall with an iron gate. Ivy climbs the wall giving the property an aged ‘old money’ feel.  Clearly, Mister Bayliss paid a handsome price for the appearance of being among Lollardum’s rich. According to a barmaid, he held weekly events which included dances and intellectual parlour gatherings for snotty rich men. Which indicated to Chris, Bayliss likes to surround himself with a bunch of old men who claim to be scholars while drinking whisky and smoking cigars trying not to talk about beautiful women.

 

That’s it for now, I’m excited about the next few posts because once Chris discovers a secret in Bayliss’s basement the stakes get higher. I’m happy to report the successful weeding of the sneaky word ‘that’ from my manuscript. Actually, I managed to remove 442 of them. I’m happy with it, considering the remaining words are used in speech and it’s part of a character’s speech pattern. So overall a successful round of edits.

A Flip of a Coin Snippet 06/16/18

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.

A Flip of a Coin Snippet 06/09/18

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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 Snippet 06/02/18

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 Snippet 05/19/18

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.