Cliff Hanger Saturday is a place where you can post your favorite "cliff hangers" of all time or just good writing at the end of the scene. (if not your own work, please give credit to the author and the book.) We all know, a scene should not end with anyone going to sleep. YAWN. But sometimes we see this. If the characters go to sleep, so do we.
So share favorites or write one here.
I have been posting excerpts for advertising and Rogue Phoenix Press. If you are writing an excerpt for something make sure that excerpt ends making the reader turn the page and read on. Do we want the reader up all night? Of course we do.
Short Excerpt
The Wager
Legs sprawled, his head resting against the cold stone behind him,
Damian nodded while he whisked away an imaginary piece of dust. His
lies piled higher.
“You need more wine, friend,” Dickens said.
“You have any?” Damian slurred. Dickens held out his glass. Damian
drank deeply.
Dicky leaned against the wall. “Friends? Got plenty,” he said. “Wine,
it’s easy to refill the glass, just have to find my way to the parlor.”
“What was that?” Rathen asked. All three men turned.
Instantly alert and on guard, Damian looked in the direction of the
sound. A tiny giggle escaped the curtains. Damian rose and stumbled
toward the hidden alcove, pausing a moment. With the tip of his finger, he
pushed the heavy velvet drapery aside. The walls of every townhouse
seemed to hold spies.
“Who do we have here?” Damian asked. “A gaggle of girls? Pretty
girls,” he chuckled. Despite his inbred caution, his gaze was drawn to one
dark-haired lady. For a moment, their eyes met and held. Charmed by her
beauty, he nearly forgot who he pretended to be or what risks were
involved if his true purpose in the city was discovered.
“New to London? Or just reclusive?” Dickens asked.
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The photographer smiled. 'Got you.' He was about to leave when the figures in his night vision, telephoto lens began gesturing wildly. 'This might prove to be interesting.' Within a couple minutes, the photographer saw the second driver struggling with her handbag. 'This looks like a photo opportunity; maybe... murder.'
The female driver pulled out a bulging white envelope and handed it to the male driver. He turned the lights on long enough to pull out the contents. The photographer gasped.
"Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that much money. I have you right where I want you." He quickly glanced around realizing he’d spoken aloud.
The pair in the car heatedly pantomimed for five more minutes before the woman exited the Cadillac, entered her Explorer, and drove away. The photographer watched the man sit for a few minutes, eyes closed, smirk on his face before he started up his vehicle and drove down the street.
'I’m going to go home and develop these tonight. By noon tomorrow, you jerk, I’ll have your job and the pay raise I need. Who says eavesdropping doesn’t pay?'