Monday's Minutes Challenge

It's actually on Monday. Wasn't last week's as well...? Whatever. This week it's on Monday. *secretly celebrates*

This week i am using two prompts (yes, ONLY two). The picture and the prompt. (yay!)

PHRASE:  I opened the door, which would later be the worst decision of my life.

PICTURE: 

My entry...

I waved down towards the ship. The handkerchief in the other hand falling to my side. The barely visible men waved back at me. I tried to smile, but I felt broken on the inside.

After I watched the ship—and the men—disappear, I turned to go home. Home. The last place in the world I wanted to be.

But I trudged froward. Knowing when I returned, it would be empty of the rowdy men I called my family.

It was only supposed to be a three week trip, but somehow it felt like it’d be much longer. Too long. I’d be drowned with the sound of silence, twirling some spoon for endless days.

But it was to be. So I continued to trudge towards my home. The inn. The now empty inn.

I continued on with those thoughts, reminding me I was still alone. That my “family” was away on an adventure without me. But of course “It is too dangerous for a woman”.

I’d have to show them. Somehow.

But how in this world are women supposed to find a way to show men that we can do things except by going with them on adventures?

I sighed. I sat down on a rock and leaned against the ledge behind me. When I thumped against it, I could tell of the hollowness behind it. I thumped it again with my slumped back, a smile forming.

I turned around and study the ledge. I see a crack that traces to be a door. I squint at it. Where would it lead?

Then an idea struck me right across the face.  This is how I could prove to the men that I could do things.

 I opened the door, which would later be the worst decision of my life.

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300 words. =) Hope ya'll like it. =D

abrielle lindsay

Monday's Minutes

This week I will be doing it based on this prompt: Write a passage using these items: pie, clock, and key. 

“Jacey, what do you think you’re doing?” I shout. Why does that girl do things like this?

“Sor-ry, Kelsey. Didn’t mean to do something like this.” She waves towards the broken clock on the floor.

“Well, somehow you did it again.” I shake my head.

“Can I go help Miss Rebkah make pie,” And there she goes again. Trying to get out of trouble. It’s not going to work this time.

“No, you can go and clean all of the keys in the closet,” I fold my arms.

“But—”

“No buts, Jacey,” I point towards the hall.

She stomps down the hall and stops in front of the hall closet. I watch her open the door and see all of the keys spill on to the floor.

I try not to snicker, but it escapes anyway.

I see her bangs fly up in the air as she bends over.

Finally I turn away from her and walk into the kitchen. I smell those finished pies that she wanted to help make.

“Hello Miss Rebkah,” I wave at our cook.

She gives me her look for calling her miss, “Hello Kelsey. Here for the pies, are you?”

“Maybe,” I shrug.

She gives me another look.

“Ok, maybe I am.” I smile.

I hear a shriek from the hallway. What…?

I run out of the kitchen and into the hall. Jacey stands against the wall across from the closet door. She’s on one leg with huge eyes.

“Jacey, what’s wrong?” I ask.

As I step closer, I see that she’s shivering all over. She points into the closet.

Oh no.

I come closer, “Go to the kitchen, now.”

She runs down the hall and into the kitchen.

I look into the closet, I was right. There’s the portal into her time.

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299 words. =)

THANK YOU TESSA FOR RUNNING MONDAY'S MINUTES!!! =D

hope you guys like this =)

abrielle lindsay

MMC

I am doing the prompt from this picture:

I looked around. No one was anywhere. Just me. All alone.

Again.

I sighed. I hated being alone. I wanted to go somewhere with someone. I wanted to be a normal person. I wanted to be down there on the earth. Instead of up here in some fantasy world all alone.

I sighed again. The swing I was stuck on burned my hands. It stung to move.

When I looked down at the river again, I noticed that instead of it still being twelve inches beneath me, it was half that distance.

I stared at it longer, and the longer I did so, the higher it came up.

Soon I realized that I had to stand up. Even if it hurt. And I had to do it now.

I moved gently to where I was standing on the burlap ropes above the rising water.

Looking around again, I saw something move in the trees. A flicker of hope rushed through me.

“Hello?” I called out.

The movement stopped. But, after a few minutes, it started again. Moving closer and closer, to me.

Even with the power I had, it came closer to me.

I smiled when I saw it at the edge of the river. It was a woman. A real woman.

She seemed strange in a way. She wore clothes to match the trees and dirt. Her face was streaked with mud. But her eyes caught me. They were full of fear.

“Hello,” I said.

“Get out of here. I can’t do it,” She turned away, “And hurry up.”

“What, why?” I said.

“They’re coming for you. And if you don’t want to be caught, you better hurry up.”

She thought I could get out of this? She was wrong.

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291 words =)

abrielle lindsay