Tuesday, August 9, 2011

A lil more on Poppyseed Street

Here's a sample draft of the start of my first book in the Poppyseed Street series:
Poppyseed Street didn't used to be as bad as it is. I remember the old days, Hell, I grew up there. I guess it all started back when I was still in my senior year of High School, that's when Pierre started his "business proposition." I was clueless back then, he was good at keeping his project under wraps, but when he was finally exposed, everything came out.

You see, Pierre hailed from France, Nice to be exact. He started a local bakery shop where he honed his skills and saved up and bought himself a ticket to America in hopes of making it big. Like many of the wash-ashores of those times, he got processed in New York City where he opened his first American restaraunt in the Bronx. He struggled for many years in the ghetto areas of New York, facing rackets, thugs, and mafia interference. Being meek in build, this short, scrawny man learned to survive on his wit in such a dangerous area, eventually making peace and forming an alliance with some of the major movers and shakers within the mob in order for protection and they generally held meetings at his restaraunt which slowly became famous for its amazing steak.

Pierre's world-renowned steak was advertised as only the best meat with very carefully guarded secret ingredients and spices. People from all around the world would gather in New York just to taste the rich and juicy flavored meat. It drew so much attention that eventually the cops were busy managing the lines to get in the door, where they noticed some of the big wigs from the mob meeting there. A sting was planned and the restaraunt was raided, it was one of the biggest busts in mob history.

Unfortunately, when the news of the raid hit the papers, Pierre's restaraunt got associated with the mob that met there and his business suffered. That's when Pierre decided to count his losses, move away from the dangerous streets he grew to know as his home and move to DC in an attempt to save his business. The US capitol gave him a fresh start, but his meat wasn't getting the rave reviews it once had, it appeared the raid had a mental effect on the chef and he lost his touch, falling from the greatest chef down to nothing more than average.
Hope you like it so far. More to come soon.



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