tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post5885591333992131576..comments2023-12-12T02:24:15.920-08:00Comments on Tessa Emily Hall ~ Christ is Write: Monday's Minute Challenge: Writing Prompt Contest for Teens & UpTessa Emily Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625256104634830104noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-5991503517120662292014-06-16T10:25:57.079-07:002014-06-16T10:25:57.079-07:00Wow. This is my favorite out of all your entries. ...Wow. This is my favorite out of all your entries. That was awesome HP. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12346074592622433791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-81600543419921914222014-06-16T10:23:51.558-07:002014-06-16T10:23:51.558-07:00Thanks guys! Everyone's are great. :DThanks guys! Everyone's are great. :DAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12346074592622433791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-73991021647788915222014-06-14T10:35:34.487-07:002014-06-14T10:35:34.487-07:00Prompt ideas:
Picture prompt: http://www.pinterest...Prompt ideas:<br />Picture prompt: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/544091198703200501/<br />Item prompt: teapot, couch, yarn<br />Sentence prompt: I basked in my victory...until I realized I'd been the villain all along.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17458155493064724533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-7405063498649798082014-06-13T19:34:28.638-07:002014-06-13T19:34:28.638-07:00Thanks! Isn't it like the greatest game ever?...Thanks! Isn't it like the greatest game ever? :)Sofia Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03703884443937255154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-9006237335967572702014-06-13T18:38:42.534-07:002014-06-13T18:38:42.534-07:00An inarticulate thought teased Peter’s mind. Maxim...An inarticulate thought teased Peter’s mind. Maxim’s resonant voice and Katerina’s bell-like laughter melded into a confusing wash of sound as remembrance slapped him. Elena. How could he have forgetten? Arms folded across his chest, he leaned against the fence. His dark eyes swept over Katerina, who basked in Maxim’s attention. That’s how.<br /> Grabbing his jacket off the fence post, he gritted his teeth to stifle the curse that festered to the surface when the collar snagged on a protruding nail. Not bothering to excuse himself, he broke into a run. They wouldn’t notice anyway. Elena. The word knocked against his ribcage, imprisoned and unable to break free, as he sprinted through the partially harvested fields. She could’ve hidden anywhere. If Evgeny…he smothered the disturbing thought. Turning an abrupt corner, he skidded to a halt at the sight of two figures. <br /> Elena, yes. But a rasp snagged in his throat when he caught the profile of the second figure. The fine chin line. Parted lips. Protruding cheekbones. He should’ve known. His chest tightened, as if he wanted to be angry with Anna Khalikova. “What are you doing with Elena?” He made no attempt to swallow the demand that marched off his lips. <br /> The chin tilted upward and the eyes met his. Placid eyes. As if she knew that the brusque voice was just a mask for shame. “What were your doing without her, Peter Dmitrievich?” No jest in the voice, nor chiding. Just truth. And a stream of gentle light that poured from the green eyes. “I saw her running away, and I ran after her.” <br /> Was that spindly body still capable of running? He stuffed his hands deep in his pockets and refused to look at Anna. Those clear, unblinking, truthful eyes bored too deep. <br /><br />My entry is 297 words and uses the picture prompt. <br /><br />-The Russian PianistThe Russian Pianistnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-75232771571729282542014-06-13T18:34:35.169-07:002014-06-13T18:34:35.169-07:00Thanks! I really liked yours, too!Thanks! I really liked yours, too!Annanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-64608005418346963912014-06-13T16:43:43.769-07:002014-06-13T16:43:43.769-07:00Thank ya'll so much! :)
HPThank ya'll so much! :)<br /><br />HPHis Princesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05475369272547689946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-8065410728564298372014-06-13T10:58:07.395-07:002014-06-13T10:58:07.395-07:00By the way... the one that starts with "I spr...By the way... the one that starts with "I sprinted down the Driveway" is by me, FlyGirl. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-82000921998378111512014-06-13T10:04:01.638-07:002014-06-13T10:04:01.638-07:00The entires are in! =)The entires are in! =)Tessa Emily Hallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08625256104634830104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-29269445649689719702014-06-12T20:55:03.785-07:002014-06-12T20:55:03.785-07:00Uff. This was the hardest decision yet. It was sup...Uff. This was the hardest decision yet. It was super hard narrowing the entries down to three... But I did it. <br />Voted!<br />- Katie (Same Katie as before, different account that I'll be using from now on)Katie and Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11607731573310399517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-68049716545398669632014-06-12T20:42:25.624-07:002014-06-12T20:42:25.624-07:00Write a story using these object prompts: phonogra...Write a story using these object prompts: phonograph, curtains, rocking chair.<br /><br />Write a story using this sentence: I sat mutely trying to comprehend what I had just been told.<br /><br />Write a story using this picture: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/314689092683603028/<br /><br />HPHis Princesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05475369272547689946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-58873210956198092772014-06-12T14:19:59.694-07:002014-06-12T14:19:59.694-07:00I sprinted down the driveway, lit up by headlights...I sprinted down the driveway, lit up by headlights and lampposts. A large white van was parked at the end, the door open. Brent’s face emerged and I grabbed his hand. the door swung shut. “Drive. Drive!” I screamed, shouting at my friend, Carly. I paused and stared at her, then glared at Brent. “What?” he asked, “She wanted to drive. Besides, you know she is a great getaway driver.” I scoffed. By “great getaway driver”, he means “reckless woman who once took out a coffee shop on her driver’s test”. I still don’t know why Ms. Franklin passed her. My sister, Megan, poked her head out from the passenger seat. “Meg!” I screamed. The van lurched forward and the wheels squealed as we pulled out of the driveway. My sister smiled. “Hey. I came to help... and before you say anything, yes. Mom does know I am here.” I shook my head, knowing my mom would have only let her come if she was wearing a bullet proof vest. And that is when I saw the bullet proof vest with my sister’s name written on it strewn across the bed of the van. I pulled the pistol from the waist band of my jeans, loading it. Bullets ricochet off the back of the van. Carly swerved, throwing Brent and I across the back of the van. “Violet!” Brent yelled, as I accidentally elbowed him in his nose. “Sorry. Just... move!” I kicked open the back of the van, bullets tearing past my head. My sister screamed, and fell to the floor, a bullet in her arm.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-21765474679761090892014-06-12T13:25:04.178-07:002014-06-12T13:25:04.178-07:00That is seriously amazing. Wonderful job!
- KatieThat is seriously amazing. Wonderful job!<br />- KatieKatie and Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11607731573310399517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-50372728854911535732014-06-12T09:48:41.494-07:002014-06-12T09:48:41.494-07:00I voted;)I voted;)Ellie (or Bernie) https://www.blogger.com/profile/09474813998658740534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-53295540249860052014-06-12T09:29:31.748-07:002014-06-12T09:29:31.748-07:00Here's mine, using the picture prompt (thanks ...Here's mine, using the picture prompt (thanks for selecting that, by the way! I was excited!). 299 words.<br /><br /> It was chilly, the ground damp with dewdrops. Not a sound could be heard, for not even the birds dared to sing this morning. Only the echoes of footsteps sounded on the flattened grass as we ran; she to escape, I to catch her.<br /><br /> "Sandra!" The fog swirling around the fringes of the cornfields seemed to swallow up my breathless cry. Though younger than me by four years, Sandra was always the faster runner. I tried to make my legs fly over the ground as fast as hers, but the distance between us still widened. "Stop!"<br /><br /> I saw her bare feet slip on the slick grass, though surer than mine, which were encased warmly in shoes. I cringed to think of the cuts she was sure to receive on the sharp, overgrown blades of grass and hidden rocks. Still she didn't stop. <br /><br /> "Sandra, please!" The words scarcely squeezed through my swollen throat. I prayed to God above that He would make her listen, make her stop. If she left my sight.... There was no telling what could happen. <br /><br /> In the quickest answer to prayer I'd ever received, Sandra suddenly tumbled forward, falling to the earth with a small shriek. Forcing my burning legs onward, I covered the distance between us quickly. She made an effort to rise, but collapsed, chest heaving. <br /> <br /> I dropped beside her, grasping her shoulders. Unable to force any words through my labored breathing, I contented myself with embracing her tightly. <br /><br /> She pushed me away forcefully, whimpering. Her blue eyes met mine, seemingly accidentally. I'd never seen such a look on my baby sister's face before. Tears, desperation, sorrow, and fear mixed into one heartbreaking expression. She whispered the words past trembling lips. "It doesn't matter what you say, Lisette. I know I killed him."<br /><br /><br />Write a passage based off of these three objects: Rope, matches, bicycle<br /><br />Write a passage incorporating this phrase: I knew the truth, despite what everyone around me kept saying.<br /><br />Write a passage based off of this picture: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/513903007452411056/ S. Brightlynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-20378212196755965862014-06-12T08:39:30.695-07:002014-06-12T08:39:30.695-07:00I used the object prompt this week, and it's 2...I used the object prompt this week, and it's 292 words long. Enjoy!<br /><br /> I smiled as I walked through the woods. I walked into a meadow and sat on a log. I heard a horse, looked up, and saw David. He got off his horse and tied it to a tree. He walked over and sat down on the log next to me. <br /><br /> "Christy!" he said. "You're never going to believe this."<br /><br /> "I'm never going to believe what?" I asked. <br /><br /> "I'll tell you in a second," he said as he handed me a beatiful rose. I took it and smelled it. "Oh, thank you, David," I said as I put it in my basket.<br /><br /> "You're welcome. Anyway, what you're never going to believe?" He smiled. "I've joined the army!" <br /><br /> "You what??" I said. I could barely believe it. <br /><br /> "I joined the army," he repeated. He took a map out of his pocket, unfolding it. He pointed to a place on the map. "We're going here on Friday."<br /><br /> "Friday?" I nearly screamed. "But David, that's only in five days!"<br /><br /> "I know! Isn't that wonderful?" he replied. <br /><br /> "Not exactly," I answered, looking up at him earnestly. "How can you just leave me like this?"<br /><br /> "Christy," he said, "the world's not going to end if I go." He took the map from me, folded it up, and put it back in his pocket. "Now how about we go for a ride?"<br /><br /> "Okay," I answered very sadly. He helped me up onto his horse, which was a little difficult trying to make a normal saddle work as a side saddle. I looked up into the sky as he began leading his horse forward. I couldn't believe he was going, but I knew I had to enjoy this. This may be the last ride I ever had with him. <br /><br /><br />Write a passage based off of these objects: Clock, book, arrow<br /><br />Write a passage incorporating this line of dialogue: "Actually, I can. And I know I have to."<br /><br />Write a passage based off of this picture: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/513903007452105209/CeCe Chandeliernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-86562433390534524522014-06-12T08:18:09.034-07:002014-06-12T08:18:09.034-07:00Here are my writing prompts!
Write a passage base...Here are my writing prompts!<br /><br />Write a passage based off of these three objects: Kite, Tree, Ladder<br /><br />Write a passage incorporating this phrase: Why did I trust the man who had lied to me my whole life?<br /><br />Write a passage based off of this picture: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/513903007452454386/ Lottie Lenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-80404558106517332342014-06-12T02:49:14.725-07:002014-06-12T02:49:14.725-07:00Thanks you guys!! HP, I felt like this while I was...Thanks you guys!! HP, I felt like this while I was writing it: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/492862752943329312/ ;)TW Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08213969076030457918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-91921847773459718922014-06-11T19:30:25.722-07:002014-06-11T19:30:25.722-07:00*Sobs* Super sad, but super good :)
- Katie*Sobs* Super sad, but super good :)<br />- KatieKatie and Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11607731573310399517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-77711988068637916632014-06-11T19:28:27.442-07:002014-06-11T19:28:27.442-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Katie and Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11607731573310399517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-92035850465434679672014-06-11T07:30:47.526-07:002014-06-11T07:30:47.526-07:00I've tagged you for the Sunflower Award! http:...I've tagged you for the Sunflower Award! http://entreads.blogspot.com/2014/06/sunflower-award.htmltestblogger123https://www.blogger.com/profile/05584139712317261839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-87402297422643627122014-06-11T07:27:22.790-07:002014-06-11T07:27:22.790-07:00Wow, TW, this is so interesting:)Wow, TW, this is so interesting:)Ellie (or Bernie) https://www.blogger.com/profile/09474813998658740534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-17184450829206664572014-06-11T07:25:51.805-07:002014-06-11T07:25:51.805-07:00Thanks:)Thanks:)Ellie (or Bernie) https://www.blogger.com/profile/09474813998658740534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-72382360350567500312014-06-11T05:59:24.842-07:002014-06-11T05:59:24.842-07:00Ooh!! Sofia, I absolutely LOVE your entry. I'm...Ooh!! Sofia, I absolutely LOVE your entry. I'm BIG on soccer (play it as often as possible!) and can totes relate to the girls. =)TW Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08213969076030457918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-34176475404195521442014-06-11T05:52:49.210-07:002014-06-11T05:52:49.210-07:00Good job, Benj.!! I really like it!! =)Good job, Benj.!! I really like it!! =)TW Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08213969076030457918noreply@blogger.com