Monday, July 14, 2014

Monday's Minute Challenge {+Giveaway!}


A quick writing challenge (and contest) to help get your creative juices flowing for the new week.


  1. The entry must be between 150 - 300 words. Otherwise, your entry will not be accepted. (In order to see how many words your entry is, write it in Microsoft Word, or you can copy and paste it here.)
  2. The deadline for the contest will be the following Friday. 
  3. You do not have to be a teen to enter the contest.
  4. The same person cannot win first place two weeks in a row. (Some exceptions may apply.)
  5. If there is at least 5 entries, the panel of judges will select a 2nd and 1st place. If there is at least 10 entries, the judges will select a 3rd, 2nd, and 1st place. However, if there is under 5 entries, the panel of judges will only select one winner.
  6. If there are at least 10 entries, there will be a few Honorable Recognitions, which are the next highest winners. They will receive a badge, as well as 3 points.
  7. The winners will receive a badge for their blog, as well as extra points (see the point system below).
  8. The winner will be chosen based on the judges's preferences, as well as the following questions: Does this entry capture my attention immediately? Does it make me want to continue reading? Is the writing clear? They will also take into consideration the writer's voice and style--not necessarily technical issues, such as grammar, punctuation, etc. 
  9. If you have entered at least 3 contests and have yet to place, send me an email and I will be happy to give you a critique of your last entry, which will include tips and suggestions.
  10. This is only for fun and to stretch your writing muscles--not necessarily to be taken too seriously. =)


Prizes:

More prizes to come!
  • 30 points: You will be able to create your own prompt that will be used in Monday's Minute Challenge!
  • 40 points: You will receive a critique based on your current week's entry.
  • 50 points: You will receive a free blog critique and helpful suggestions.
  • 70 points: You will receive an 700 word critique on your novel, short story, article, etc.
  • 80 points: You can help judge one of the contests!
  • 90 points: You will receive two weeks free in my Write Now Mentoring Program!
  • 100 points: You will receive a free ebook of PURPLE MOON. =)
  • 150 points: You will receive a personalized handmade notepad. 
Earning Points:
  • 20 points: If you sign up for a month of my Write Now Mentoring Program!
  • 5 points: If you post a review of Purple Moon on Amazon and/or Goodreads. (Let me know in the comments if you do!)
  • 5 points: If you join the Purple Moon Publicity Group on Facebook. (You will have the chance to participate in monthly giveaways!)
  • 3 points: If you cast your vote! (See the end of this post.)
  • 3 points: If you post your entry on your blog, linking back to this post
  • 3 points: If your writing prompt is selected for Monday's Minute Challenge.
  • 2 points: If you post a tweet about Monday's Minute Challenge, with hashtag #MondaysMinute (You may tweet more than once in a week, however the points will only count for one tweet.)
  • 2 points: If you follow this blog via Google Friend Connect. (Let me know in the comments if you do!)
  • 2 points: If you "like" my Facebook page. (Let me know in the comments if you do!)
  • 2 points: If you follow my Twitter account(Let me know in the comments if you do!)
  • 2 points: Become a "fan" of me on Goodreads. (Let me know in the comments if you do!)
  • 2 points: Follow me on Pinterest. (Let me know in the comments if you do!)
  • 10 points: If you win 1st place in the writing prompt contest.
  • 7 points: If you win 2nd place in the writing prompt contest.
  • 5 points: If you win 3rd place in the writing prompt contest.
  • 3 points: You receive an Honorable Recognition. 
Points Tracker:
  • Angela: 13
  • Anna: 44
  • Armina: 26
  • Benj. Evans: 40
  • Brittney: 3
  • Brooke: 15
  • CeCe: 28
  • Elisabeth: 72
  • Emily F: 25
  • Evan: 10
  • FlyGirl: 21
  • Funto: 9
  • His Princess: 100
  • Jacqueline: 59
  • Jillian: 10
  • Kaira Anne: 45
  • Kaley: 2
  • Karina: 23
  • Katheline: 16
  • Kaity: 3
  • Katie: 67
  • Kendra: 40
  • Lottie Le: 29
  • Maddie J: 5
  • Mary B: 112
  • Marsh: 20
  • Rcubed: 69
  • Rebekah B: 53
  • Russian Pianist: 38
  • Sarah: 111
  • S. Brightly: 94
  • Sofia Marie: 8
  • Tara T: 88
  • TW Wright: 157
*Points are updated every Monday.
*When you request to use your points for a prize, the points you use will be taken away from your total. In other words, when you reach 30 points, you can claim the prize for 30 points--but it will cost you all of your points. Or you can continue to try and earn points so you can claim a bigger prize.

 


If you have entered at least 3 contests and have yet to win, please send me an email and I will be happy to give you a critique of your last entry and offer suggestions.

The judge panel chooses these winners based on a point system (not to be confused with the point system mentioned above!) 

Thanks so much to everyone who voted! It helps the judge panel tremendously.

Please don't discouraged if you have yet to place (or haven't in a few weeks). The competition becomes more and more tough each week, but the judges still think every one of your entries are impressive. 

Remember: The more times you enter, the more chances you have of winning. So keep it up!

Also: A blog post will soon be posted on how to strengthen your writing and increase your chances of winning. =)

(Keep in mind that the judges are not aware of which entry belongs to which participant until after the judging is complete.)

The entries that the judges thought was the most intriguing (based on rule #4) is ... 


Third place winner: 
The second I look forward, my heart nearly stops. It had only been two, three… maybe five minutes at the most since I’d left. I couldn’t see the flames from this far away then. Now it burns above the trees, spreading uncontrollably It seems impossible for the fire to spread that fast.

But it had. And it was my fault.

“Diamond!” a voice broke through my thoughts. I want to look up at her, but I can’t take my eyes off what I’ve done, the mistake I made. “Diamond!”

I have to. In a moment, I turn to see Dephi, running towards me. Her torn dress flies in the wind. A spot of dry blood sticks to her pale cheek. Words come in my mouth, but they refuse to leave it. Something’s wrong. Worse than the fire.

She stops in front of me to catch her breath. Her chest moves up and down. “Adam… saw the fire,” she spits out, grasping her knees. “H-he thought you were in there so he ran to go get you.” Dread creeps up me, ready to pounce. No. “He hasn’t come back, Diamond.”

Before I can stop myself, I rip the crown of flowers out of my hair. I hear a faint scream and deicide that it must be my own. Not Adam. He went in there. For me. Why?

I want to collapse in grief. It would be in vain. He would die, suffocate, burn up. Adam. So strong and loving. He didn’t deserve such a horrible death.

I can’t leave him to die. Especially since I caused it. I am sure of one thing now. I don’t want to die knowing I hadn’t tried to save him.


Blocking out Dephi’s cries, I run towards the fire. Already, I feel the heat.
Congratulations, Sarah! Click here for your badge. =)


Second place winner: 



"Run, Alanna!"

His words dripped desperation, tinged with anger, as he pushed me forward. I stumbled into a tree, my mouth dropped open in horror, my heart beating a wild mix between numbness and fear. It had been fluttering like a crazed bird since the instant I'd laid eyes on the fiery inferno, my sight confirming what I'd already heard and smelled: Flames hungrily devouring the forest so near to our home. 

What had he done? Surely my brother wasn't capable of this arsony. Surely not. But here he was. Did he hope to die in this mess he'd created?

Kyle stepped forward, his eyes empty and cold. When had they grown to be so? When did I miss it? I couldn't breathe. The heat from the flames bore down on me, tinging my skin. 

"Get out. of. here!" Something in his eyes flickered as he gripped my arms, trying to propel me away from the fire, the glowing embers now swirling around us like some sick sort of rain. When he tried to let go, I held tight, searching his eyes for some shadow of the little brother I'd grown up with. 

He looked at me, and for just that split second, he was there. And then he was gone. His face hardened, and he pushed me away from him. 

The flames crackled in the tree above me, leaping so close I could feel their hot breath searing my face. The air between us was so thick with smoke I could hardly see him. Turning, I ran. Stumbling, coughing, choking, I pushed through the trees into the safety of the meadow below. I didn't stop until I'd nearly reached the other side. My dress was singed black, the flowers on my head withered. My heart? Mere ashes.
Congratulations, S. BrightlyClick here for your badge. =)


First place winner: 



The fire snapped and hissed before me as I stood there that day in late September, the breeze playing with my hair and sending shivers up my spine. Or was it the fire causing me to tremble?

Everything had been so perfect. The sky had been clear and the sun had peaked its head out from under its blankets of clouds just for Livy’s wedding but now all that was ruined. The sky was no longer clear and the sun had retreated behind the clouds again, except this time they were smoke clouds.

And I was to blame. I started the fire deliberately. Why? Because I was jealous. Jealous of Livy. Jealous that everything went perfectly for her all of the time and nothing ever went right for me. Jealous because I was only the bridesmaid and not the bride. All that bitter envy had started as a small ember inside my heart but I had nursed it and blown on it until it roared to life like the blaze in front of me.

I watched as the small village I had grown up in burned to the ground. It hadn’t been hard to start the fire; just a few pieces of straw lit from a lantern, tossed into the dead grass, and the inferno was born. And it all looked like an accident. A tragic accident that just happened to fall on Livy’s wedding day.

I pulled the wreath of roses from my head and flung it away, after all, I wasn’t going to be needing them. Glowing hot coals shot into the air like fiery arrows. A tinge of remorse touched me but it was too late now. I'd made my choice and taken the hard way. These were the consequences. 
Congratulations, His Princess! Click here for your badge. =)


Honorable Recognitions

These winners will receive a badge, as well as 3 extra points:
  1. Armina
  2. FlyGirl
  3. Angela
Congratulations! Click here for your badge. =)

Thanks so much to everyone who participated!




  • Submit your response in the comments below. 
  • Your response should range between 150 - 300 words. 
  • The deadline for the contest will be this Friday. 
  • Let me know which prompt you have chosen.
  • If you'd rather not submit your post in the comments, you may email it to me instead.

Important Update
{+Giveaway!}

I am so sorry to say this, but due to my schedule this summer, I am having to change the schedule of Monday's Minute Challenge to every other week. 

However, as a thank you to all who continue to participate in this contest, I have decided to host a giveaway!

Pin this!
The winner of this giveaway will receive:
  • A signed copy of my YA novel, Purple Moon
  • Girl Talk by Nicole O'Dell
  • A writing craft book, Firsts in Fiction by Aaron Gansky 

Anyone in the US may participate! The winner will be announced in two weeks.

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Remember:

1) Your response should range between 150 - 300 words, otherwise it will not be accepted. (Copy and paste your entry here to count the words, or you could write it on Microsoft Word.)
2) The deadline for the contest is this Friday.


Choose at least one:

Note: You can always combine the prompts into one entry.
  • (Optional) Write a passage continuing your entry from last week week (or whichever week you'd prefer). If you can, try to continue it using one of the following prompts.
  • Write a passage using these items: mirror, key, light (submitted by TW Wright)
  • Write a passage based on this picture (submitted by S. Brightly)
  • Write a passage incorporating this phrase: A branch cracked behind me. I whirled around but there was nothing there. (submitted by Mary B)


Submit your prompt idea!:

The prompts that are used for Monday's Minute Challenge are submitted by the participants. Here's how this works:
  • You will be able to submit 3 prompts each week in the same format as above: three objects, one picture, and a piece of dialogue or phrase.
  • On Mondays, I will choose 3 prompts that have been submitted by 3 different people.
  • If your prompt is selected, you will receive 3 points!
  • You may submit in the comments below, Monday through Sunday.

Cast Your Vote!

Here's how it works:
  • You can vote for 3 entries per week, but you may not vote for yourself.
  • You can only click "submit" once per week, so be sure to wait until you have selected your top 3 entries before casting your vote.
  • Please do not vote until at least 7 entries have been submitted. (If you do before then, your vote will not count.)
  • Only the participants of Monday's Minute Challenge may vote.
  • Voting will only take place from Monday - Thursday.
  • We will choose the 3 people with the highest amount of votes, then select another 3 or 4 that we think deserve to win as well.
  • From those 6 or 7 entries, we will then select the winners (including the Honorable Recognitions.)

You will also receive 3 points for voting. So when you are done, please post a comment below saying that you have casted your vote.  

To vote, please enter the names of the 1 - 3 writers you are voting for below (or click here instead):

Current Judge Panel:

  • Tessa Emily Hall (me)
  • Kate Petty
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44 comments:

  1. Oh, I'm so sad! =( Will it be every other week just htis summer, or forever more?

    Thanks for the giveaway! =)

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    1. I can't really say at this point; however, I will try my best to have it every week again eventually. I may have to find a couple more judges though.

      Thanks, TW, for your participation! =)

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  2. Thank you! Tessa, I wanted to spend 90 of my points for two free weeks in your writing program. How can I do that? I'm excited about the giveaway!
    In Christ,
    Sarah

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  3. I hope you're having a great summer. :) How did you decide what books to give away? :)

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  4. Congratulations to all the winners!!! Here’s my entry, I used the sentence and its 160 words.
    A branch cracked behind me. I whirled around but there was nothing there. I sucked in my breath hoping that it had just been a rabbit. As I scanned the dark trees, goose bumps covered my arms and chills ran up and down my spine. A wolf howled in the distance at the full moon. They would for sure find me in all this moonlight. I heard the cock of a gun behind me and I tensed and slowly turned around. There he was standing only a few feet away from me. The stuff of nightmares this man surely was. He gave me a smile and his eyes shone with evil as he took another step closer.
    “Give up, my men have surrounded you, there is no place to run.”
    “I will never give up!” I hissed as I started to run away.
    I heard the shot of a gun and I fell into the blackness and remembered no more.

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    1. Nice job Emily!
      ~Armina~

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  6. Congratulations winners! It's too bad the Monday Minutes are only going to be every other week. :( Here's my entry, I used the sentence and the three words prompt. It's 296 words long.


    A branch cracked behind me. I whirled around but there was nothing there. I frowned, it would have to be something big to make such a loud crack-a rabbit or squirrel wasn't big enough. A bear was too big. It could've been a wolf. Or a human. A hand shot out of the bushes and grabbed me by the arm, twisting it painfully. Definitely a human then. I cried out in pain and heard a dry laugh that sent shivers down my spine, not one of genuine amusement. I bit my lip to keep from crying out again. A wave of nausea made my knees buckle and the last thing I knew was a thud as fell, facedown in the earth.

    I woke with a throbbing headache. My eyes felt dry and sandy and I tried to rub them a futile action since my arms and legs were tied. It was dark out and the men were sleeping-all with warm blankets to wrap themselves in, I thought bitterly. The ropes were tight enough to completely cut off circulation and I certainly couldn't get free of my bonds, I looked up and saw one of the faerie folk. She didn't say anything, just loosened my bonds and dropped a silver key into my lap. I nodded my thanks and opened my mouth to thank her, but she put her finger to her lips and disappeared in a flash. The key caught the light and I saw that there was an engraving on it. "Key of Hope" I turned it over, "Key of Death" the next words made me gasp in horror, "Hail Queen Ivory Moonstone, Mirror of destruction." my own name, Queen Ivory Moonstone. With a small cry I ran to the forest, unfallen tears blinding me.

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    1. Keep going!
      ~Armina~

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  8. Here are my prompts:
    Sentence prompt: I had my answer, I just didn't need to know it anymore.
    Picture prompt: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/513903007452565525/
    Three words prompt: Name, journal, week.

    Can everyone see my picture prompt? I was having trouble with it. Thank you.

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  9. Congratulations all winners!
    I'm trying to get a book finished by Jan. 1, so I'd like to ask all you amazing writers- what is your worst fear? It would really help! Thank you!
    ~Armina~

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    1. I don't think I made that very clear. I mean- what do you think is the worst thing that could happen to you? But writerly fears (I don't think that is a word, oh well!) are helpful to!
      ~Armina~

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    2. My worst fear (not a writing fear) is my family dieing in a car crash or our house catching on fire.
      Does that kinda answer the question?

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    3. I don't know...maybe losing my family in some way?

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  10. Here's mine! 265 words long and I used the phrase prompt.
    Devin walked through the woods, careful not to make a sound. He had always been afraid of dark, cramped, spaces because he always felt like someone was watching him from the shadows. Now he could think of nowhere else that would give him more anxiety than this place.
    Devin was in a forest in the middle of the night. He could hear night creatures all around him, wolves howling in the distance, owls hunting their prey, and a badger snuffling in the underbrush. But what made the chills run up his spine was the fact that this particular forest was a common place for criminals to hide, and a murder had recently been committed in a village nearby.
    Now it was Devin’s job to find out if this assassin had chosen to use this forest as his hiding spot, and if he had any accomplices. Devin could think of a whole list of people who would be better suited for his job, but he had been chosen.
    ‘Why did I accept?’ Devin wondered. ‘I could’ve said no!’ But something inside him told Devin that if he could go back in time he would still accept the offer. There was an annoying curiosity that bubbled up inside of him whenever the smallest mystery or adventure occurred.
    A branch cracked behind him. He whirled around but there was nothing there. Or was there? Devin caught a glimpse of something moving in the shadows. He turned in that direction, but before he could examine the area; something hit the back of his head and he knew no more.
    ~Armina~

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  11. Here's mine! 265 words long and I used the phrase prompt.
    Devin walked through the woods, careful not to make a sound. He had always been afraid of dark, cramped, spaces because he always felt like someone was watching him from the shadows. Now he could think of nowhere else that would give him more anxiety than this place.
    Devin was in a forest in the middle of the night. He could hear night creatures all around him, wolves howling in the distance, owls hunting their prey, and a badger snuffling in the underbrush. But what made the chills run up his spine was the fact that this particular forest was a common place for criminals to hide, and a murder had recently been committed in a village nearby.
    Now it was Devin’s job to find out if this assassin had chosen to use this forest as his hiding spot, and if he had any accomplices. Devin could think of a whole list of people who would be better suited for his job, but he had been chosen.
    ‘Why did I accept?’ Devin wondered. ‘I could’ve said no!’ But something inside him told Devin that if he could go back in time he would still accept the offer. There was an annoying curiosity that bubbled up inside of him whenever the smallest mystery or adventure occurred.
    A branch cracked behind him. He whirled around but there was nothing there. Or was there? Devin caught a glimpse of something moving in the shadows. He turned in that direction, but before he could examine the area; something hit the back of his head and he knew no more.
    ~Armina~

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  12. Here's mine! 265 words long and I used the phrase prompt. I'm having trouble posting this, it said an error occurred so sorry if this is posted twice!
    Devin walked through the woods, careful not to make a sound. He had always been afraid of dark, cramped, spaces because he always felt like someone was watching him from the shadows. Now he could think of nowhere else that would give him more anxiety than this place.
    Devin was in a forest in the middle of the night. He could hear night creatures all around him, wolves howling in the distance, owls hunting their prey, and a badger snuffling in the underbrush. But what made the chills run up his spine was the fact that this particular forest was a common place for criminals to hide, and a murder had recently been committed in a village nearby.
    Now it was Devin’s job to find out if this assassin had chosen to use this forest as his hiding spot, and if he had any accomplices. Devin could think of a whole list of people who would be better suited for his job, but he had been chosen.
    ‘Why did I accept?’ Devin wondered. ‘I could’ve said no!’ But something inside him told Devin that if he could go back in time he would still accept the offer. There was an annoying curiosity that bubbled up inside of him whenever the smallest mystery or adventure occurred.
    A branch cracked behind him. He whirled around but there was nothing there. Or was there? Devin caught a glimpse of something moving in the shadows. He turned in that direction, but before he could examine the area; something hit the back of his head and he knew no more.
    ~Armina~

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    1. Sorry guys! I didn't mean to post this three times! It said an error occurred and I did it again and then all my comments were deleted! I'm not going to mess with it any more but if Tessa could delete two of my three stories posted that would be great!
      ~Armina~

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    2. Hey Guys. Here is some more of my story ‘Tropical Hideaway’. I didn’t choose to incorporate any of the prompts.
      With many blessings,
      Kaity
      “Alex! Alex, look! It’s on fire! The mountain…it’s erupting!” Lexi cried out in anguish “Kaila’s still there!” The raft rocked from side to side as a flaming rock hit the water beside them. Lexi’s mom gasped, “Mike, we have to go back. She could be killed!” But even before he had heard his wife’s cry, he had started to maneuver the raft back toward the fire enflamed island. With tears in her eyes, Lexi began to quietly pray. Soon Alex and their parents took up the prayer. “God please protect Kaila. Place your hand of protection over her now. Save her from this fiery furnace just like you saved Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.”
      At that moment on the other side of the island, Kaila began to slip out of unconsciousness to feel an almost unbearable, throbbing pain in her upper arm. It’s nothing, she thought, just a scr… “Ahh!” doubling over in pain, she clutched her arm. Kaila looked all around her. But all she could see was an orange fiery mass. Then her eyes happened to glance toward the ground. Blood. It was from her upper arm. Kaila began to feel nauseous. But before any of her breakfast could work its way back up, she fell to the ground. Too weak to stand.

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  13. Armina, are you talking about writerly fears? My biggest writerly (I'm not sure if that's a word) fear is that I won't do justice to my story ideas. I have a certain vision for my stories and I nearly always fall short. I sometimes worry that will continue all my life.

    Emily: Nice! I love your descriptions.
    Kendra: Ooh. Fairies and magic! Very fascinating.
    Armina: Very mysterious. Poor Devin! I'm pretty sure I'd have said no! :)

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  14. Here's my entry!
    http://indonesiaaroundme.blogspot.com/2014/07/mondays-minutes-challenge_14.html

    Picture Prompt: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/492862752943595020/
    Quote Prompt: I've learned so much from my mistakes... I'm thinking of making a few more...
    Three Items Prompt: glasses, paper, hat

    TW Wright
    ravensandwriting.blogspot.com

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    1. Oh. My. Goodness! I love it, TW. :)

      HP

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  15. Here's my entry! It's 209 words :-) I used the picture.

    The urgency slams into my throat as I plunge into the darkness of the alleyway.
    They’regoingtocatchmethey’regoingtocatchmethey’regoingtocatchme plays repeatedly in my head. They’regoingtokillmethey’regoingtokillme.
    “Come back, Cassandra!” The shrill voice of the woman who is not my aunt splits the air behind me. I don’t look back.
    Police sirens holler in the distance, but I’m not comforted, because I know the truth now. The men and women who supposedly help us have never been on our side, never once. They’ve always worked for them.
    The phone booth sits there placidly, calmness personified. The glass, stuck in little fragments that somehow blend into a whole, shatters when I plunge my fist through it. Rowen said to slow time only in an emergency.
    This is an emergency.
    All at once, the air behind me solidifies into a heavy invisible mass. The sirens become more stretched out, slower.
    My breathing comes more quickly as I dive into the booth, whispering the words Rowen taught me. The words, once unfamiliar on my tongue, pop off as if I were born to do this.
    Then I hear it. “Hey!” The voice isn’t stretched out and slow.
    Uh-oh.
    I shut my eyes and try to block out the noise, but it’s too late. The spell’s been terminated.

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    1. Very intriguing! I love your writing style. :)

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  16. My entry: http://mary.burroughstribe.com/2014/07/15/mondays-minutes-16/
    It is exactly 300 words! :-D

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  17. My prompts:
    Use these three words: Fan, Paper, Scissors.
    This picture: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/306526318361699943/
    And this sentence: I ran home sobbing the whole way there.

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  18. Here it is: http://taratherese.wordpress.com/2014/07/16/mondays-minute-challenge-13/

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  19. Here's my entry. Exactly 300 words from the sentence prompt. Thanks Tessa for doing this!

    A branch cracked behind me. I whirled around but there was nothing there. Papa chuckled in the dark. “There’s nothing to be scared of, Cece”. He put his hand on my shoulder and we continued our trek up the hill. “Are we ever gonna get there?” I shivered. “Cold?” he rubbed my back for a moment. “We’re almost there.” As we finally came to the top my eyes widened. Here was something I had never seen before: our village as small as my fist, light coming only from a couple windows. And then nothing but pitch dark all around it. “What’s there, Papa?” I pointed. “Fields upon fields upon fields” his voice was full of pride. “That’s where we grow our corn, Cece”. Suddenly he twirled me around and whispered hot into my ear. “I have something else to show you too”. We lay down on the grass. “See the stars?” “Uh-huh” I whispered back. “Is that where God lives?” Papa chuckled. “Yep, but not just there. God lives everywhere. He’s all around you and you can talk to Him anytime. You know that, don’t you?” I nod. Of course I know. Papa sighed. “Cece” he began slowly. “What if I went on a long, long journey and you couldn’t come with me - yet – what would you do?” I gasped with horror. “Oh, I’d miss you.” I saw a tear glide down his cheek. “You aren’t going anywhere, Papa, are you?” “I don’t know.” He shook his head softly. “I don’t know. Cece, promise me you’ll always trust God and talk to Him. Promise me. Please.” I looked up into Papa’s big, brown eyes, his sad smile. “ ’Course. ‘Cause God loves me.” He nodded. After a while we walked down the hill.
    Next day Papa died from cancer.

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    1. Oh so sad! *sobs uncontrollably* :'/

      HP

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    2. So tragic!
      ~Armina~

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    3. Thanks!!! I'm glad you guys liked it!

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    4. *Sobs loudly and uncontrollably*

      -FlyGirl

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  20. Picture prompt: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/189291990560449427/

    Sentence prompt: The one thing I wanted the most was the very thing I wasn't going to get. And I was to blame.

    Object prompts: purse, stop sign, microphone.

    HP

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  21. I voted!
    ~Armina~

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  22. Here are my prompts~
    phrase~ He knew if he looked back it would only make it worse, but he couldn't help himself. He looked back.
    three items~ shoes, alley, clue.
    I don't have a picture.
    ~Armina~

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  23. Here are my prompts :)
    Sentence prompt If you don't bleieve in fairy tales, then why are you doing this?
    Object prompts hat, bird, flower
    Pictuer prompt http://www.pinterest.com/pin/513903007452745118/

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  24. I voted!
    'Kaity'

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  25. here are my prompts:
    Saying: I had battled this for years. I've come to far to lose at the brink of victory.
    Objects: surgery, friend, prayer
    'Kaity'

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  26. Write a passage based off of these objects: Satchel, boots, rock

    Write a passage incorporating this phrase: Death had finally showed up, and I wanted nothing more than to punch it in the face.

    Write a passage based off of this picture: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/513903007452291506/

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  27. I used the picture prompt.

    I took a deep breath. “Hello?” I whispered. The ragged breathing on the other end changed to an almost familiar voice. It was a man’s voice, that was for sure. “Nikki Jacobs?” He asked. I swallowed hard. “Yes?”
    “Many are under the impression that you are a very smart girl. Well, I know for a fact that you aren’t as smart as you think.” I scoffed at the comment, not liking that a stranger was criticizing me. “And do you know how I know?” He asked.
    “No. How do you know?”
    “Because you are sitting in a phone booth on the corner of Main Street and 23rd.” I checked the street sign and my heartbeat sped up. He continued. “You have a nervous habit of twirling your hair or scarf. You are doing that right now.” I looked down and saw my turquoise scarf wrapped around my finger. “You have on the combat boots you got for your fifteenth birthday last year.” I looked down and saw that he was right. I looked out the rain-streaked window, scanning the street for the caller. I let go of my scarf with my left hand and held the bottom of the receiver. “Who are you?” The voice laughed.
    “Nikki, I am surprised you don’t remember me.”
    “Who are you?” I said, firmer and louder.
    “Jace Scott.” He said. I dropped the receiver and ran out onto the busy New York street. I saw a tall person in a black hoodie slowly begin to walk towards the bus stop. I walked faster towards the bus stop. The figure stopped and I saw the person him pull out a small black object. Before I knew it, the words escaped my lips at the top of my lungs. “He’s got a gun!”

    -FlyGirl

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  28. This i such an awesome idea! Can't wait for the next prompt so I can join in :)

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