Monday's Minutes Challenge

I know, I am the worst blogger ever. Like let us not even talk about how bad I am. It's just that I am desperately trying to not look at Anthem Lights on Pinterest (and I am quite failing), trying to write a couple posts for something that I'm doing with the gals over at RaWD, trying to finish Slaved, trying to plan some of my NaNo novel, TRYING REALLY HARD to do school, AND balancing out my already busy life of seeing every person my parents have ever known. ;) So that's why I have been a REALLY bad blogger of recent.

And I hope to get an update up here EXTREMELY soon.

But for now.

I'm going to do my MMC.

My prompt:

I KNEW I HAD HEARD SOMETHING, BUT WHY WAS EVERYONE AROUND ME SO RELAXED?

Hope ya'll like it :)

I knew I had heard something, but then why was everyone around me so relaxed?

Chitter chatter still floated around. Laughing went on as usual. No one fidgeted. No one looked the least bit suspicious.

I stood and walked down to the hall.

No one was in the hall.

What was going on?

I trotted down the hall and into the foyer.

Mrs. Kilendy was at her desk.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“What do you mean, Scarlett?” She glanced up at me with the most innocent eyes ever.

“Something is going on, I know it.” My stomach tied itself into knots.

“You can come look out the window if you’d like,” She smiled.

I nodded and looked out her window.

Oh. My. Gosh.

I jerked towards her, “Why this? Why now?”

“You knew Christians were going under ground sooner or later, girl.” All innocence was gone from this woman’s face.

I breathed hard.

She grabbed my wrist and jerked it behind me.

I winced with the pain.

She grabbed a walkie talkie of some sort, “I’ve got one. Get her out of my office as soon as you can.”

The only thing that flew through my mind was why.

Why would God allow something like this? Doesn’t He want the world to know just Who He is?

I jerked away from the woman, “Deep down, you all already know the truth.”

I raced down the hallway and into several different classrooms, declaring my statement, even if none were in the room.

It would be recorded.

It would be listened to.

But I knew all too well how soon my words would be forgotten.
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274 words. :) Hope ya'll like it. :)

abrielle lindsay

Monday's Minutes Challenge

I know I stink so bad, but I am trying to do some things. And it's a lot like TX again here in FL, seeing people everyday--plus we're trying to balance some school into the mess of it. But I WILL TRY MY VERY VERY BEST TO DO SOME MAJOR CATCH UP POSTS A.S.A.P.!

This week I am doing the three object prompt (that I surprisingly submitted...) Which is:

SCISSORS
PASSPORT
WANTED POSTER

Let's see how I do...

OH YES, and by the waaay, Go Teen Writers is hosting it's fourth 100 for 100 Challenge. You can zoom over there (after you finish reading, of course, lol) and check it out... maybe sign up with me? :D

Anyway, I have an entry:

I look around the airport. He’s not here. Good.

I walk in the opposite direction of everyone else, pushing past men and women of all ages. I clutch the passport.

Keeping my head down, I reach my destination, where my flight waits. I pass my wanted poster. I pass the flight attendant, flashing my ticket in her face.

I did it.

I’m ok.

And I still have them.

I settle into my seat, a sigh of relief escapes.

My bags wait above me.

I can only hope no one took those last tickets next to me.

People shuffled down the row.

But no one shuffled down my little row.

I sat back and relaxed, it was just a moment before we were going to take off.

That’s when a momma of two boys came up, I could see the stress pouring from her eyes.

“Um, could we go by sir?” She asked.

My whole insides were yelling no, but I couldn’t make them go somewhere else. I stood up and they sat down in the two seats.

The baby in her lap, and the at least twelve year old next to me.

“What’s your name, Mr?”

I turned to the boy.

“Jenkins.” I mumbled, pushing my hat down a little further.

“That’s like a book series my momma likes to read.” He grinned.

I tried to smile, my whole insides were screaming against this.

He stopped talking to me and soon the plane was in the air and I knew it was time. But how could I get past it with this momma and her two little boys?

I pulled out the small scissors from my pocket and hoped for the best—but the worst for everyone on the plane.

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It's 290 words, and I hope ya'll like it! :)

abrielle lindsay