Monday's Minutes Challenge

YES I STILL HAVEN'T POSTED ANYTHING ELSE. I'll try to get that done soon though...

I will be doing this prompt:

Here is my entry:

I sighed.

He took a drink from his coffee, “Rebekah, it was a lie I forced myself to believe all my life--until today.”

I picked up the LIFE magazine. There we were. As I fiddled with the magazine, looking for the wanted article about us.

There it was. Rebekah and James Reyes wanted.

Rewards.

Keep a look out.

I glanced up at James, “What do you mean it was a lie you’ve forced to believe until today?”

“The fact that you really aren’t my sister. That you really are only here because you are desperate for money. For anything but what you were given your whole life.”

I stood up, my chair falling backwards.

I glared at him.

He just sat back and relaxed.

I reached across that table and grabbed his throat.

“You are going to keep believing that lie for all you’re worth. Even if it kills you, you will continue believing in such a thing.”

He nodded, and I let go and sat back down. I took his gun  so he didn’t get any ideas.

But why would he do anything if it was me on the other side? He was smarter than that.

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My entry is 197 words. Shorter than usual...

I hope ya'll like it :) And I promise a catch up post soon. :)

abrielle lindsay

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

Monday's Minutes Challenge

This week I am going to do the object prompt and sentence prompt. :) I'm really sorry for the lack of posting, and hope to catch up very, VERY soon :)

OBJECT PROMPT: piano, rose, necklace 

SENTENCE PROMPT: I jumped at the sound of a door slamming downstairs. Where could I hide?

Hope ya'll enjoy!! :D ::

I fingered my necklace. The rest of the girls laid in their beds already fast asleep. Why couldn’t I fall asleep too?

I sighed and rolled on to my side.

Lydia’s red rose was on the floor again. I rolled my eyes and set it back on her nightstand.

I finally decided to get up and go to the bathroom. I hurried through and was near the stairs when I came out.

I jumped at the sound of a door slamming downstairs. Where could I hide? 

It was them. Who else would come here at this time? I looked up and down the hall. Ms. Smith would still be sleeping.

I heard their boots.

Their boots clumping all around downstairs.

I heard a crack. A loud one. Too loud. The piano. I needed to go somewhere now.

Grasping my necklace, I raced down the hallway to Ms. Smith’s room. Their boots chasing me.

Once I was in her room, I slammed the door without a second thought and locked it. Then backed towards the wall.

Ms. Smith was still sleeping.

But there was no time to wake her when the door was being tried to open.

I grasped my necklace harder, cutting through my skin. I wasn’t going to fail Grandma.

The ax blade went through the door. Ohmygoodness. It was all going to end there.

I slid against the wall to the floor.

It was too late, I was going to fail Grandma.

I saw the ax blade slide through the door again.

Breathing hard, I knew what I had to do, even if it was a risk.

I jerked the necklace, the chain broke immediately. I threw it when they burst into the room.

“Where is it?”

“I-I don’t know.”

And the next thing I knew was darkness

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And this has nothing to do with Slaved ;) lol

It's exactly three hundred words long :) Hope ya'll like it!!

abrielle lindsay

#that'swhoiam

I saw someone do something like this and I always think they're fun so I was just going to do one. An di am going to get those other posts up soon! :)

Gonna stop now. :) Hope ya'll liked this!! :)

abrielle lindsay

Monday's Minutes Challenge

Hiiii. Yes I am a bit behind on the August Blogging Challenge (and I'll try to catch up, I PROMISE) and I haven't posted about my weekend yet (still waiting on those pictures...). BUT I FOUND 1 GIRL NATION!! They are like the next best thing (right after Christina Grimmie...)

ANNNYWAY, MMC :)

This week I am going to use the picture prompt:

My entry:

Glancing over my shoulder, the slaves scraped the dirt into blucks with their bare fingers.

My work was easy, because Papa was dead. But why did anyone have to do any work at all?

Papa used to say that when he was a boy, all of the Americans were free.

Everyone could do what they wanted.

He said that 2135 was a bad year.

I wish I could have been alive to taste freedom.

Facing my palm, I read the mark. SLAVE was under a bunch of lines. Papa said it was like a grocery label, whatever that was.

I sighed.

I was marked.

It was impossible for me to escape.

Everyone looks for the mark. It’s just what happens.

You can’t enter the war with the mark.

America’s army was shrinking, and I couldn’t help them.

I glanced over my shoulder again. I saw the Korean master hollering at a little boy. Maybe five years old?

I stopped the bluck and tried to listen.

“You little idiot! You know not to do that! Dig! Get up!” He pulled out his stick.

I winced when he pushed the button and the metal ropes spilled from the top with sharp, broken glass.

And he started to beat the boy.

I dropped the bluck’s remote and struggled over to the beating session.

Jumping in front of the whip, I clenched the boy to my stomach.

It stung.

It hurt.

But I swallowed my pain and stayed.

The master stopped and cursed in Korean.

He shouted at me to move, but I stayed on my knees, hugging the child to my stomach—ready for more lashes.

After more shouts, He whipped me more. The child beneath me sobbed. My jaw was clenched, I tried to talk to the boy, but it was impossible.

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As you probably guessed, yes, it's from Slaved. Like actually. I revised it a little to make this scene fit within the 300 word mark (and it's exactly 300 words). I somehow managed to cut a whole ten words (it was actually probably more because I added a lot...) Anyway. I hope you like it! :)

abrielle lindsay

August Blog Challenge: Day Two

I forgot to do this yesterday, and the day before that. So I'll do it today. Oh yes, and something ABSOLUTELY SPECTACULAR IS HAPPENING THIS WEEKEND, but I won't let you guys find out until I post pictures Sorry ;) (no spoils mary)

DAY TWO

WHAT DO YOU LOVE ABOUT YOURSELF?

OHMYGOSH, do I really have to do that? (maybe this is why I haven't been doing it...) What i love about myself.... I love that I help in nursery and enjoy it so much. I don't really know what to put. I'm like literally clueless

So, I hope you enjoyed this post of my awkwardness. :)

Today we are leaving for NC/SC :D

abrielle lindsay

Beautiful People--Anaya

I admit, I FORGOT TO DO IT LAST MONTH. I'M SORRY. But last month was sorta' busy for us (leaving TX, in OK for a week, family, braces, ear pircing, birthdays, etc.) 
This month I will be interviewing Anaya from Slaved. ^.^ Hope you enjoy! :)

1) What does your character regret the most in their life?
Anaya probably regrets most that she didn't try again to get in the way of her Dad's death.

2) What is your character's happiest memory? Most sorrowful memory?
Happiest memories would just be any time with her dad. Saddest would be her dad's death.

3) What majorly gets on your character’s nerves?
Slavery is always on her mind and always gets on her nerves

4) Do they act differently when they're around people as opposed to being alone? If so, how?
Nope, not really

5) What are their beliefs and superstitions? (Examples: their religion or lack of one, conspiracy theories, throwing salt, fear of black cats.)

Her dad always taught her to bless the food before she ate. And to never curse God. Don't lie. But she doesn't have a relationship with Him. (that might change during the book ;) )

6) What are their catchphrases, or things they say frequently?
What she says most often is: Prove them wrong. It was the last words of her Dad, he told her to prove all of the slave masters wrong. :)

7) Would they be more prone to facing fears or running from them?

Eh, I think during this first draft it's a more of a facing fears kind of thing. But it may change during draft two ;)

8) Do they have a good self image?
*nods* Yep

9) Do they turn to people when they're upset, or do they isolate themselves?
This is kind of hard, when she had her Dad, she turned to him. When he was gone, she isolated herself. Now that she has the Rebels sometimes she isolates herself or turns to Jacinda.

10) If they were standing next to you would it make you laugh or cry?
I would honestly probably cry. She'd been a slave. She is scarred for trying to escape. For getting beat instead of others. She would have had a hard life. You know it might be hard for me to NOT cry

Ok so here is my Beautiful People for this month! :) It was fun! :D And kind of hard. Hope you enjoyed! And if you want to join, click here!

abrielle lindsay

August Blog Challenge: Day One

So I forgot to announce that I was doing this :/ But I am and I hope you enjoy getting to know me and some other things about my life

DAY ONE:

A BRIEF INTRODUCTION TO YOURSELF

The most important thing to me is God and my relationship with Him. I'm a writer, hoping to become an author someday. ;) I play soccer like a freak. I'm honestly no good at it, though some will tell me I am. (The boys say I can't aim, it's not me, it's my foot.) Reading is something I absolutely will never get enough of. Pinterest too. ;) I'm a TCK (Third Culture Kid), speaking Indoglish (Indonesian & English). Mary would say that I am literally obsessed with Christina Grimmie, but the truth is, I am. My bucket list just gets longer and longer, true. I'll never be able to finish it. And if I do, that would be really cool. x) 

So that's me. Well, sorta' there's more to me. But you know, here's some of what I like and who I am. x) 

I am doing this challenge with my friends WildHorse and Brooke. :) If you want to join, you're very welcome to! :)

I'll be back tomorrow x) oh wait, never mind. I might be here on Monday... 

abrielle lindsay

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