Monday's Minutes Challenge

Yes, I'm two days late (but I'm not the only one, Mary) but anyway, let me blame it on the braces, ok? :) (Which by the way I now have)

(really bad picture, I know, but here's the braces, a better picture will be posted *maybe* later today)

I am doing the picture prompt today:

My story:

I sat up after being curled in a ball for eternity’s time. I wouldn’t—I couldn’t look at the last paper boat I made in honor of him.

It took a couple minutes longer for me to actually believe he’s actually dead. He had died for me.

The scene played again in my mind.

The gun faces me, the man’s finger on the trigger.

I watch, stone still, as he starts to pull it.

“No!” Jeremy runs up and jumps in front of the gun.

 I’m eighteen, but I scream anyway.

Jeremy fell to the ground, blood making a dirty red hole in his ash grey shirt.

The man shrugs and starts to walk away, “Either way you learn a lesson to never mess with folks above your status.”

I want to run and turn the gun on him. But I choose to kneel at my brother’s side, isn’t that what a solider should do?

“Timothy,” Jeremy gasps for air.

“I’m right here,” I whisper.

“Anaya is the one you should thank for your life, not me.” Jeremy breathes slowly, I can see that each breath is a war and he’s not winning anymore.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“She’s the one who rescued you, not me. I’ve lied.” And then he goes stiff.

He’s gone.

The shock of both death and who brought me “home” are too much at one time. I sob.

I fall on my brother’s body and sob. My own screams shake the stillness.

My screams at God. My screams at the earth. My screams to the very man that killed him.

I would lay, curled in that puddle for hours.

But now I stand in front of Anaya and Jeremy’s graves, the other Rebels lined next to them.

“Thank you, Anaya, for rescuing me.”

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These scenes are exactly 300 words long.

This was a very special MMC for me to do because the characters are from Slaved (as I recently talked about). It is about six years after the story ended. I kind of hate me for killing Jeremy, but at the very end all of the Rebels are dead, so it's not just Jeremy. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed my little death scene as much as I did not. ;)

abrielle lindsay

Scribbler Award

This is an award that my friend, WildHorse, made and it started out at Ravens and Writing Desks. :) Hope you guys enjoy this!

Rules:

Link to the person who nominated you.

Link to your favourite writing blog, so we can check it out, and/or share your favourite writing tip. 

Pass the award along to a maximum of 5 people.

My favorite writing blog is Go Teen Writers, as you guys have often heard me say. ;)

And my favorite writing tip is "dropping the reader in late, and taking them out early." You can learn more about it here

I would like to pass the award onto:

Elisabeth Sullivan

Tessa Emily Hall

Sarah 

Bekah

and

Britt

:)

Hope you guys enjoyed!

(and I SWEAR I'll do these other awards/tags A.S.A.P.!!!!)

abrielle lindsay

SLAVED

Hey guys, it's been ahwile, I know. I need to post Texas pictures and somemore Oklahoma picutres and a lot of other things. But I'll just give a little update..

I AM GETTING BRACES
I AM GETTING MY HAIR CUT
I TURN 13 IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF WEEKS

Yeah, so I'm going to turn into like a completely different person in the next week. Exciting, yeah?

So this week I'm participating in Go Teen Writers' Word War YAY and I'm writing my novel that currently going by Slaved, so if I start talking about Slaved and you're like WHAT...?!? Explanation here :)

So below is my cover that the wonderful Britt made me and the book cover blurb (very much in the making), oh and a link to the board on Pinterest.

America isn't the land of the free and home of the brave anymore.

The world suffers through World War 3, but none more than America. If you aren’t in the war, you’re a slave. And slowly the America is being blown up bit by bit.

None are free, some dream of it, some remember it, some try to reach it. Just like the white headed fifteen year old who lives with scars from trying to escape.

When she makes it away from her master at that age, she’s on the run. But she’s marked on her palm. The number is clear.

And once she’s caught, life will be over.

She knows that everyone deserves freedom. And she’s going to turn the whole world upside down if she has to so that everyone can see that.

But can one frightful white head slave do it?

And the link to Pinterest: SLAVED

Oh and yes, I'm on Pinterest with MY VERY OWN ACCOUNT. :)

Love you guys!! :D

abrielle lindsay

Oklahoma

Here are a few pictures from our Oklahoma visit thus far from my iPod :) hope you enjoy them!!! And btw my baby brother put the tiara on by himself ;)

Monday's Minutes Challenge

Tessa will now only be holding these every other Monday, so expect less of these for a while ;)

I am using the three word prompt (which I actually submitted...).

THREE WORD PROMPT
light
mirror
key

I stare at the mirror.

The reflection isn’t doing what I’m doing.

She’s shivering in fear. I just stand hear and stare.

“Is it you?’ I whisper.

She stops shivering, “Danita?”

My mouth drops a little, “Lila?”

I reach for the glass the same time she does, the candle light flickering.

All I do is touch glass, and from Lila’s look, she does too.

“The key. Get the key.”

“What key?”

“The one that you have around your neck.”

I grasp the chain. Mama’s key.

I yank it off in a hurry.

“Where do I put it?”

“Straight into the mirror,”

I do what she says and plunge the key into the middle of the mirror. It doesn’t shatter.

“Now turn it in a full circle,”

I start to turn, but as I do so, slowly my long lost sister disappears. And instead there’s a visible staircase.

“Lila?!” I call out, still turning the circle.

“Come for me, sister!” I hear her voice from the top of the stairs, “Hurry!”

I finish the circle and the mirror disappears all together and instead a staircase trails upward.

Light spills from the top, just a flicker. But with it comes a little trickle of…

My stomach flip-flops.

A little trickle of blood comes down the stairs.

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This is only 214 words long. Hope you like it!! =)

abrielle lindsay

THE WORLD CUP IS OVER

I came into the World Cup Finals 78 minutes into the game.

It was still zero to zero.

Germany and Argentina moved on into extra time.

And somewhere during that time, Germany got a goal.

And it stayed one to nothing.

Germany won their FOURTH World Cup!!! =D

And then I stuck around for the awards.

Germany's goalie was voted best goalie of the year (from what I understand....) and Messi (from Argentina) was given the best ball award.

I loved watching it!!!!! I wish I could be IN the game. You know, any kid's dream. ;) You know, any kid like ME. =)

I only wish that it could have been the Nederlands who held the trophy in the end. *sobs*

the soccer freak,
abrielle lindsay

(oh yes and Brooke, my parents do know what Saumensch means. ;) )

Leaving

I'm leaving TX today!

I'm really sad, TX is one of my favorite places to visit. I always make new friends and have good times.

Plus we're hardly ever left alone. HARDLY.

We did something with one or two other families almost everyday for six weeks.

For lunch we're going to be meeting some Papua friends, can't wait to see them! =) Then we're heading out to Oklahoma for a week.

First time we've ever been there. We're going to stay with our old pastor (though it's quite likely i don't remember him and his wife.

My dad's gonna do some training.

And I've started s new story idea. I would give you a link to the pinterest board, but it's secret right now. as soon as i publicize it, i'll post the link. ;)

Oh and yes, we have been taking pictures, i'll try to get those up this week. =)

Oh yes, I ordered my first iPod Touch Gen 5 last Wednesday. I got "How about a kiss, Saumensch?" engraved on the back. You'll get it if you've read The Book Thief. ;)

abrielle lindsay

Update on W.C.F.

*sobs* *cries* 

The Nederlands lost to Argentina.

The two teams ran through the first ninety minutes. They ran through the extra time. Then they went to penalty kicks.

Argentina got 4 in and the Nederlands got 2 in.

We were at a friends' house when I asked my mom if I could check it out on her phone. Then Mrs. S said that I could turn the TV on and watch it.

It was already over, but on the bottom it told me that Argentina was moving on and the Nederlands had lost 4 penalty kicks to 2.

I nearly cried. Literally.

So Argentina and Germany play on Sunday.

Hopefully I'll get to watch it.

And BTW I hope Germany wins. =)

Abrielle Lindsay

Monday's Minutes Challenge

This week I am doing the quote prompt and picture prompt:

Quote Prompt:  I'd made my choice and taken the hard way. These were the consequences.

Picture Prompt:

 I'd made my choice and taken the hard way. These were the consequences.

I saw the chief’s roof smoking. I heard the cries for help. But I stood there, looking lost, with a wreath of flowers on my head.

The pink party dress didn’t matter anymore.

I had wanted freedom from my village.

“Carisa! What the heck are you doing?! Get water! Where on this planet did you get that silly little thing?!” Jacob dropped a bucket of water.

I looked down at the little thing that was three inches above my knees.

When I looked back at him he was growing closer to me, his hand in his shirt.

“It was you,”

“It was me, what, Jacob?” I asked.

“You were the one that caused that. You were the one that caused the village to burn. It was all you! And what the heck were you even doing?!” He ripped the wreath from my head.

“I-I w-was just—” I stumbled through my words.

“’I-I w-was just—‘” Jacob mocked me; “You were doing something stupid. LOOK AT THIS!”

I stared at the wreath in his hand, it had seemed to hold something good and fun in it at the time, but now what did it hold?

Misery.

I tried to look at Jacob, “Is everyone ok?”

“You’re not ok,” His eyes flashed with anger.

“What are you doing, Jacob?”

His hand flew out of his shirt; something that caught the sun’s gleam was clutched inside.

Knife.

I jumped.

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250 words.

Hope you guys like it =)

abrielle lindsay

World Cup 2014

*screams*

Semi-finals are happening peoples!! =D

Ok, you most likely don't care much about the World Cup 2014, but as you know, I am a soccer freak. (and if you didn't, SURPRISE!) So what else am I supposed to do than keep up with the World Cup semi-finals? (I could ACTUALLY list several things...)

SO, I want the Nederlands to win. I would've wanted Indonesia to win, but tragically they didn't qualify. *sobs*

I want the Nederlands to win because I have some AWESOME friends from the Nederlands. (seriously, they're amazing) And I dunno, I don't think I have any other reason. But, yah, I want the Nederlands to win ;)

So a little update (if you haven't been keeping up) in the semi-finals (FROM WHAT I UNDERSTAND) Germany and Brazil played yesterday and the Nederlands and Argentina play this afternoon. *screams*

Germany beat Brazil 7-1. No. Extra. Time.

The Nederlands and Argentina play this afternoon at three.

I can't wait to see who wins. =)

If it's Argentina, I think I'm gonna cry. Literally.

Watch these goals by Germany, I'm scared for whoever is going against them. (I also hope that their goalie isn't like Brazil's)

Ok, so anyway. I'm gonna' go do MMC. =)

WORLD CUP 2014, I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE FINALS!!! =D

abrielle lindsay

Monday's Minutes Challenge

Yes, it's Wednesday. Monday there was no time to do this. Neither was there yesterday. Ok, actually there was yesterday, but I was scrubbing both bathrooms in this house for money. But I'm doing it today! =D And I'm just doing the quote prompt. Surprise! ;)

Quote Prompt: There was only one thing left to do: run.

“Collin, seriously, don’t you see how ridiculous you’re being?” I steer clear of his swings.

He stops, “What do you mean?”

“It’s me, Harper; I was your best friend until this became you.” I wave to the ax.

He squints at me, “Harper is the one that killed my parents. My sister. My two brothers. And the rest of my family.”

“How do you know?” I ask.

“She told me,” For the first time I notice the red that spills from his eyes and finger tips.

Oh no, not that her.

“Collin, where is she?” Fear creeps up my neck.

“She’s in the cave, waiting. Waiting for your body.” The red dims for a minute.

I gasp, looking to the cave nearby. I can see the orange-ish glow from within.

“Collin get that evil out of you. You know me, I know you. We’re friends. You’re just inhabited my some evil resource right now. You need to let go of your past and move forward.”

It’s seems like the red is leaving his eyes when I hear a scream. And it isn’t from Collin.

I swallow and turn towards the cave. She’s coming.

Her fire red dress drags across the ground. Her yellow braid could beat Rapunzel’s any day. Her blazing green eyes burn. Her hands are clenched as she moves quickly.

There is only one thing left to do: run.

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It's 231 words. =)

Hope ya'll like it! =)

abrielle lindsay