Midweek Mumbles – SPD:STF Profiles Have Been Leaked

SPD_STF Profiles Have Been Leaked

Ever since I started writing short stores, I’ve been creating 3D models of the characters (using Daz3D).  These designs give me a reference point to keep character descriptions consistent.

Then over at the old site I created basic character profiles, but was never happy with the design.

However, that’s all about to change, with the recent leaking of several files from the Seattle Police Department’s Supernatural TaskForce.

This Reporter Just Received Several “SPD:STF Classified Files” From An Anonymous Source.

Over the years, Seattle residents have heard rumors of things that defy explanation. From ghosts to real magicians, from vampires to creatures from ancient legend, there is apparently an agency that deals with them when they come to public attention.

These newly acquired files give us an insight into some of those who have allegedly saved the city from many unexplained threats, or caused them. Who knows what the truth of the matter is… But this reporter just gives the facts as he sees them, and it’s time the world knew about these threats…

— Silas Agnew, SeattleWonderer.Com

  • Click the profile images to access the secure documents…

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Friday Insight #6 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

Friday Insight - OfWolvesAndMen

Many of you know that last month I was working on NaNoWriMo – the goal to hit 50,000 words in 30 days.

But that was just the start of my work on “Of Wolves And Men”, the first novel in the “Shadows Over Seattle” stories.

I’ll be posting further samples of the story-in-progress until I’ve finished the first draft.

{BEGINNING OF SAMPLE}

By now, I was sure that someone had to have heard the commotion going on inside the apartment. There was very little time for us to question our target, and still make a clean get-away. That flash-bang had held us up too long, and we’d lost precious seconds. There was no choice for it, we had to me gone before anyone came to investigate.

“Nazurl, we’re going to have to take him with us. Pull the car up, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t bleed to death on us”

I didn’t even wait to see if Nazurl had taken my advice, before I ripped several sheets of paper towel off the roll beside the sink. After soaking them under the cold tap, I wadded them up to catch the blood, as well as cool the nasal passages.

A couple of minutes later, Nazurl came back into the room. She helped me lift Wilkes off the floor, and onto my shoulders,before leading the way back out of the apartment.

“The car is running, doors are unlocked. Throw him in the back-passenger seat and get in with him. If he wakes up, I don’t want him trying to strangle me, or something equally stupid” she said, as she opened the driver’s door.

“Strangulation could be the least of our problems, judging from what just happened back there” I indicated toward the apartments, as I strapped Wilkes into the back seat, and then went around the car to get in the other side.

Even before I could consider strapping myself in, Nazurl pulled out of the parking space, accelerating hard. I was shoved back in my seat, until traffic slowed us down less than a hundred yards down the road.

{END OF SAMPLE}

Friday Insight #5 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

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NaNoWriMo ends today, but I already achieved the goal of 50,000 words back on Tuesday 27th November.

  • But that didn’t stop me, and I’ll be writing right up until the end of tonight to see how far I can get.
  • I’ll be posting further samples of the story-in-progress until I’ve finished the first draft.
  • All samples will continue to be in  unedited form, so you’re getting a deep insight into my writing process…

Click the button below, and bookmark the page, so you can keep track of my progress throughout the month.


{BEGINNING OF SAMPLE}

I was grateful that we hadn’t gone far when Nazurl indicated that we’d lost our pursuers, and we had a chance to slow down a little. I had no idea where were, but Nazurl seemed to have a rough idea.

“I’m going to need your muscles again” She said,pointing to a ladder leading to another huge drain cover. Sunlight streamed down through the two holes, and it couldn’t have been a more welcome sight.

However, I found myself hoping that it opened into a quiet alleyway, or something, because I reeked of sewer slime, and my fur felt matted around the muzzle.

I shifted back to human form, and made a grab forNazurl’s backpack, wanting the clothes that she’d packed, before I even considered opening that drain. Ripping the bag off her shoulders, I pulled it open, and was disappointed to see only a pair of jogging bottoms and a pair of flip flops. In the middle of fall, Nazurl had chosen to outfit me in the least amount of clothing possible, without getting me arrested.

I growled in frustration, but then I also had to consider that she had probably had very little warning that I was investigating Jimmy’s death. And even less that we were going to have to escape a bunch of gun toting maniacs.

Climbing the ladder carefully, I wrapped one arm round the top rung of the ladder and shoved hard against the huge steel cover.Thankfully it gave way a little easier than the one in the Cup’s storeroom had,and I slid it to one side carefully.

I heard Nazurl climbing below me, and hauled myself up into the sunlight, blinking to try and adjust to the harsh light. Shouts and laughter greeted me as I finally managed to get my bearings, and people had started to notice something out of the ordinary happening.

“Bagley Hall” I muttered to myself as the double arched entryway caught my eye. I could hear the fountain running behind me, and I paused there half in, half out of the manhole cover, not believing our bad luck.

A yell from below reminded me that I wasn’t the only one trying to get out of the darkness below, and I finally climbed the rest of the way out. Leaning down through the hole, I helped Nazurl work her way into the sunlight, before sliding the cover back into place. Even if our pursuit hadn’t located us yet, there was no reason to believe that they wouldn’t be close by, and I didn’t want to leave them any clues as to which way we’d gone.

{END OF SAMPLE}


Midweek Mumbles – I’m A Winner At NaNoWriMo!

NaNoWriMo Winner 2018

I’m officially a NaNoWriMo winner, as off 7:30pm on November 27th 2018.

Today was a surprisingly amazing day of writing. I wrote over 4,000 words and finished NaNoWRiMo three days ahead of the deadline.

“Of Wolves And Men” now sits at a nice 50,163 words, and I’m reaching the half-way marker. Things are only going to get more interesting for our hero from here on out.

What Now?

  • I’m going to keep writing hard and fast until the end of the month
  • Then I’m going to slow down a little so I can work out the end of the story before I reach it
  • I’ll keep posting the Friday Insight posts until just before the novel reaches it’s end

If you’re interested in seeing where my NaNoWriMo total finishes, check out my profile.

Friday Insight #4 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

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If you’ve been around the last few weeks, you’ll know I’m doing NaNoWriMo as motivation to get a good solid start on “Of Wolves & Men”. And I’m bringing you along for the ride.

  • Each Friday in November, I’m posting a sample of what I’ve written that week.
  • All the samples will be in  unedited form, so you’re getting a deep insight into my writing process…

Click the button below, and bookmark the page, so you can keep track of my progress throughout the month.


{BEGINNING OF SAMPLE}

I set the file aside so that I could pull a notepad toward me. I scribbled down every fact I could remember about the crime scene in which I’d watched Jimmy die. I had to be missing something. Nothing could walk through walls, except for ghosts, and even the most malevolent of manifestations that I’d encountered didn’t possess the kind of strength required to inflict significant physical harm.

Someone once said something along the lines of“when you eliminate the impossible, whatever is left, no matter how improbable,must be the truth”. It was one of the Chief’s favorite lines, but whoever had said it couldn’t have been taking the STF’s line of work into account.

So, I thought about what kinds of creature couldn’t inflict the damage I’d seen on the two bodies. The list was huge, so I wrote down the list that could…

By the time I’d finished assembling the list, I’d crossed out several of the options, and what I was left with wasn’t very useful. Angels, Demons, Vampires, Fae, Wizards, a drug enhanced mortal, or even something I’d never come across before.

Of them all, I wasn’t sure if I believed the stories about angels and demons, because of the connection to religions I had a hard time accepting. However, the next three options left me with species that couldn’t teleport, as far as I knew. Unfortunately, the last of the choices only left me with the improbable, so I wrote a list of the things that had made no sense about the crime scene.

Jimmy and his lover had died from massive trauma,but I’d seen nothing that indicate that any weapons had been used. The door had been locked, the ventilation remained undisturbed, and was too narrow for a person to fit through. The windows didn’t open, and even if they had opened, it was still a drop of several floors to street level.

I found myself thinking about some of the classic locked room mysteries I’d read growing up. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember how the detectives had solved those problems or think of any that had accounted for the existence of the supernatural.

I needed another perspective on the problem, and so I decided to try give myself a visual reminder of the crime scene. It was with tears, and a pain in my heart that I sat down and sketched out the layout of Jimmy’s office. That much at least I didn’t need to think about too much.

But then I had to dig deep, and allow myself to see the devastation, as I tried to mark in the bodies, the locations of the furniture, and all the other things that turned the office into a crime scene.Unfortunately, I was unable to get past the sight of Jimmy as I felt him die.Cooperfield might have been right when she’d told me I was too close to the case.

I sat there for some time, before giving up on my efforts to establish the peculiarities of the crime scene. Maybe all I needed was a shower to wake me up after a very long, and traumatic day.

{END OF SAMPLE}


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Friday Insight #3 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

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This month I’m writing hard and fast, in an attempt to get the draft of “Of Wolves And Men” finished. And you’re invited to a peek behind the curtain…

  • Each Friday between now and the end of the month, I’m posting a sample of what I’ve written that week.
  • That could mean you see samples out of sequence, depending on what section of the outline I decide to write.
  • All the samples will be in  unedited form, so you’re getting a deep insight into my writing process…

Click the button below, and bookmark the page, so you can keep track of my progress throughout the month.


{BEGINNING OF SAMPLE}

I knew that as much as Art objected to my criminal activities, he hated to the idea of mortals investigating supernatural crimes even more. And I respected that a lot more than I let on. I’d tried to avoid coming up to this part of town since that drunken night when I’d ended up joining the Supernatural Taskforce. In part because of the feeling of hypocrisy I felt at being part of the team, but mostly that I dreaded explaining what I was doing to him.

I asked the driver to take a couple of small detours, so we weren’t making the most direct route to our destination. During the ride, I took a better look at the file, and realized it contained far more than the details of my personal activities. There were a number of other subject numbers mentioned, and the reports seemed to vary from basic profiles to more in-depth surveillance reports.

It was a little over fifteen minutes before we pulled up on University Way. A twinge of memory came back as I paid the driver, and I couldn’t avoid looking around and remembering the events of six months ago.

As I climbed out of the cab, I remembered one thing that was different. Today, I was sober, and planning to stay that way. I wasn’t going to Art’s place to drown my sorrows over an argument about my drinking. I was heading there for advice, with a side order of ‘I told you so’.

I checked my hurried pace a little, trying to calm my nerves, before crossing the road and ducking into an alleyway. There were a few doors off the alleyway that lead into businesses that had entrances off University Way, or 15th Avenue. But not one of them interested me, until I reached the row of windows that indicated the location of the only bar in town that supernaturals considered neutral territory. A plain, unassuming sign, alongside the door declared that I had reached the Devil’s Own.

I pulled on the door expecting a little more noise. At lunch times, this place had at least a dozen or more people chatting and playing pool, and some nights the place could be packed. But it was late lunchtime, and quieter than usual. I found myself grateful for that fact, because it meant Art was more likely to be available for the conversation, I knew we had to have.

I took one glance around, and spotted Art, which given his large build, and friendly smile wasn’t too difficult. His should length hair was still brown, despite his age, and the combined stresses of running the bar, and making sure the Seattle lupine pack remained in constant contact.

{END OF SAMPLE}


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Friday Insight #2 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

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This month I’m writing hard and fast, in an attempt to get the draft of “Of Wolves And Men” finished. And you’re invited to a peek behind the curtain…

  • Each Friday between now and the end of the month, I’m posting a sample of what I’ve written that week.
  • That could mean you see samples out of sequence, depending on what section of the outline I decide to write.
  • All the samples will be in  unedited form, so you’re getting a deep insight into my writing process…

Click the button below, and bookmark the page, so you can keep track of my progress throughout the month.


{BEGINNING OF SAMPLE}

There was a very strong odor of blood, that slight metallic tinge to the air was unmistakable. I couldn’t tell if it was human blood, but not whether the source was a mortal or a supernatural with a mortal origin. To be honest, I was only able to tell that much, because I could be sure it wasn’t from any animal that lived in the wilder areas around the city. If I was able to pick up the scent from this side of a locked door, there had to be a lot of it, or the air conditioning units would carry the scent away.

Rattling the door gave me a feel for how deep the bolt ran into the door jamb, and it didn’t feel as though it went too far into the door jamb. I gave the handle another few shakes, just to see if I could pop the lock. The trick worked on my apartment door sometimes, not that I’d informed my landlady. She’d have replaced it within seconds, and I’d have lost the means to get in after a night of drinking.

Why hadn’t the STF covered this kind of situation in my training? Did the Chief not trust me enough to handle gaining entry to a locked room? Despite my efforts, Jimmy’s door remained firmly locked, so I decided to try something I’d seen on TV.

Pacing for a moment, I though about what I was about to do, and then shooed the crowd back a few paces, to give myself some room. I squared up with the door, and stepped back a few paces, before hurling myself forward, before I convinced myself how crazy that this was a crazy idea.

My shoulder and arm slammed into the door, and I felt a sharp pain right down my arm, which I hadn’t been expecting. Of course, I shouldn’t have trusted old movies, because it felt as though I might have dislocated my shoulder.

Then I remembered a trick that I’d seen Feldman use on one of the training scenarios. He’d kicked the door, rather than charging it. Now I just had to remember exactly how he did it, because I had a feeling that it wasn’t as easy as he made it look.

I backed up a pace from the door, and tried to give the door a test kick, almost falling over in the process. Shuffling forward I tried again, and felt another sharp pain, this time in my heel, as it connected with the door handle, and the name plate fell of the door. There was barely even a dent in the door. My frustration exploded at the same time, and I saw red at the thought that a simple door was going to beat me.

{END OF SAMPLE}


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