Monday, June 16, 2014

Monday's Minute Challenge: Writing Prompt Contest for Teens & Up

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. =)


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: 41
  • Armina: 7
  • Benj. Evans: 40
  • Brittney: 3
  • Brooke: 12
  • CeCe: 19
  • Elisabeth: 62
  • Emily F: 22
  • Evan: 10
  • Funto: 9
  • His Princess: 81
  • Jacqueline: 59
  • Jillian: 10
  • Kaira Anne: 25
  • Kaley: 2
  • Karina: 23
  • Katheline: 16
  • Katie: 49
  • Kendra: 24
  • Lottie Le: 18
  • Maddie J: 5
  • Mary B: 91
  • Marsh: 20
  • Rcubed: 69
  • Rebekah B: 50
  • Russian Pianist: 28
  • Sarah: 103
  • S. Brightly: 60
  • Sofia Marie: 5
  • Tara T: 61
  • TW Wright: 127
*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: 

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.
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. 
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. 
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.” 
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. 
Congratulations, The Russian Pianist! Click here for your badge. =)

Second place winner: 

The sharp wind blew strong making the trees creak above me as I pushed my way through the crowd. I stopped near the front of the assembly and pulled my dark hood further down over my head. I was in just the spot I wanted to be; close enough to the front to see but far enough back to not be seen myself. I peered out from under my hood to watch them bring him up onto the platform. His face was steady and unmoving like always.

The executioner seemed to move in slow motion as he slipped the small bag over my cousin’s head, masking the face I would never see again. That’s all those bags were anyway, a mask to hide the grotesque look of death on the prisoner’s face. The noose came next, slipping over his head with ease and then tightening around his neck. I wondered if my cousin’s ever-steady face had changed yet.

The executioner grasped the lever that would launch my cousin into eternity. I turned away. I didn’t want to watch an innocent man die. Everyone told me not to blame myself but I knew, deep down, that I could have prevented it. Only I hadn’t tried to. I had been there that night, he hadn’t. I knew what happened, he didn’t. It should be me up there being tried and hung for murder, not him. I had kept quiet to save my own neck and it was a decision that would haunt me the rest of my life. I heard the lever pulled and the trap door opening. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd behind me.

It was over.
Congratulations, His PrincessClick here for your badge. =)

First place winner: 

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.

"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!"

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. 

"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. 

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. 

I dropped beside her, grasping her shoulders. Unable to force any words through my labored breathing, I contented myself with embracing her tightly. 

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."
Congratulations, S. Brightly! Click here for your badge. =)

Honorable Recognitions

These winners will receive a badge, as well as 3 extra points:
  1. Benj. Evans
  2. Emily F.
  3. Sofia Marie
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.


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: rope, matches, bicycle (submitted by S. Brightly)
  • Write a passage based on this picture (submitted by Lottie Le)
  • Write a passage incorporating this phrase: I opened the door, which would later be the worst decision of my life. (submitted by Emily F.)

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:

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  1. I am using the picture prompt.

    I stood on the hill, watching the ships pull into the harbor. Food, clothing, books, and other things were being unpacked. But the one thing I couldn't shake was the sight of my brother's ship, the Sea King, drifting farther and farther away. The sharp wind whipped my hair into my face, obstructing my view. When I brushed it away, the ship was nearly gone. I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped. "Relax, Jayne." I heard the voice, but couldn't bring myself to see the face. I crossed my arms, pulling my shawl tighter around me. "Go away, Chris." I muttered, the cold wind being joined by freezing rain that chilled me instantly to the bone.

    I shivered, and my shoulders were weighed down, and my wet clothes pressed to my skin. I reached up and fingered the soft fabric of Chris's jacket. I felt his arm go around my waist, slowly dragging me in from the rocks. I glanced over my shoulder at my brother's boat, but was unable to see it. "He's gone." I whispered. "My brother, he truly is gone. He actually left Ireland."
    "Maybe it is for the best." Chris said as he handed me a cup of warm milk. I took a sip and felt some of the cold drain from my body. I stared at him through the steam. "No one should leave their home. Their family. So why did he?" I asked. He didn't answer. "How could leaving the only place you are welcomed for the best.?" I said, my voice rising slightly. He shook his head. "I don't know." He muttered. I looked out the window. The rain steadily beat down on the moors. It pummeled the wagon going by, the driver struggling to keep control of the horse. I shook my head. "Neither do I."


  2. Congratulations winners!

    Here are my prompts:
    Write a passage incorporating this phrase: I was excepted to do the hardest think I had ever done in my life. I was expected to forgive.

    Three words prompt: Wind, string and word.

    Here's my entry, it's 160 words and I used the picture prompt (Good job Lottie Le, the picture's really pretty):

    I sat on the ledge, dangling my legs. I'd always loved the sea, smooth, glassy with it's ever changing colors. Blue, green, gray, turquoise. The sea knew my secret, and I knew that it would not tell anyone. I looked up again at the unbroken, lovely sea. Not today. I knew I should accept that my father was dead. He'd been lost at sea for seven months now. Seven long, terrible months. Even so, the tears had not come. I refused to believe that he could be gone. My papa. My wonderful understanding papa. He'd never let me down before, and I could not admit that he had now. I turned to go, looking back at the sea one last time, and then I saw it, a tall ship with many sails cutting it's way through the water. My first thought was one of terror. Vikings! But this wasn't a Viking ship, it looked like the ship my Papa had left on. I stood up, the wind blowing my dark hair, "Papa!" I cried, though the wind carried my voice far away. I waited with bated breath and as the ship came nearer. I could see the men on deck. One of them looked up and I saw him wave. My Papa was home. I scrambled down from the ledge and into the harbor. He drew me into his arms, "Amya," he said, "I'm back." I nodded, tears in my eyes, "Papa." and that was all that needed to be said. My Papa was back. My Papa was really home.

  3. Congrats, winners!! Fantastic entries!! =)
    My entry for this week:

    Picture Prompt:

    Phrase Prompt: "Yo-you were different. I let my walls come down for you." I felt the tears.

    Object Prompt: bread, purse, lace jacket

    TW Wright

  4. Here are my prompts:

    Write a passage incorporating this phrase: I looked back, realizing that this may be the last time I ever see my home or my family ever again.

    Three word prompt: key, cave, and moon


  5. Congrats winners!! :)

    I'm using the dialog prompt. And my word count is 226, I think.

    I opened the door, which would later be the worst decision of my life. I knew it was off limits, but I guess that's what spurred me on. Stupid rebel. 'The past was to be left alone' Markus always told me. But oh no, I had to do things my way. And guess what, Markus was right. Again.

    I trembled as the man pulled the gun from his holster. This time I would stop it. I couldn't let them die again. This time I would be ready. I could be the hero, I would save the day. Then we could live happily ever after just like the stories Dad used to tell me about.

    I put the 22 Riffle to my shoulder. Then put my eye to the sights. I trembled even though I was the best shot out of all my friends. I wouldn't mess up this time.

    The man, Travis Forbes, yelled at my parents. I watched my dad look towards the barn where his gun was always hanging. Travis noticed too though. "Don't even think about it!" His cocked the pistol.

    I squeezed my eyes shut. A two shots rang through the air.

    My dad fell to the ground. Another shot and my momma did too. I had missed. I had watched my parents die a second time. And I was stuck in the past.

    1. *Shivers* Absolutely chilling, Brooke. :)


    2. Sorry, the talk of guns on G+ got me going. ;) But I think, thanks. :)

    3. Love the style! It's sad and tragic-just how I like it!

    4. Wow! Great style, and I love the back in the past thing.

    5. Absolutely amazing



  7. Write a story using this picture:

    Write a story using this sentence: It wasn't fair, but then life often wasn't fair.

    Write a story using these object prompts: shoes, string, mug.


  8. Here is my entry:
    And my prompts:
    word prompt: I look behind me one last time, knowing I would never see my home again.
    picture prompt:
    And the three things: Lock, Fire, Doll

    1. How sweet Mary! I've always loved the name Phillip. :)

  9. Congrats to all the winners!

    1. I'm sorry, Anna, but your link doesn't work. :/


  10. Congrats winners!
    I'm doing the picture prompt.
    I should have known all along that they were going to leave me. What a foolish girl I was for holding on to such false hope. Perhaps if I’d woken up to smell the roses before, I could have done something to prevent this. Mother had always said I was such a “hopeful little girl”. Translation: naïve.
    I ran my fingers through my hair that was now tangled from the wind. The way I saw it, I had two options: either stand here and stare at the ship until it faded into the fog or walk away from this cliff and try to figure out what to do.
    Of course, I chose the latter.
    The walk down the cliff produced innumerable trips due to my dress being caught in the wind. With a sigh, I clutched a chunk of the material in my fist and gathered it above my knees.
    There. Now I could finally get somewhere.
    This land was absolutely barren, I discovered when I reached the bottom of the hill. There was nothing save the rolling grass hills shrouded in fog. No sign of people, animals, anything.
    Well, I wasn’t going to give up that easily. I simply kept walking. Perhaps a search deeper inland would produce some form of shelter or freshwater. What could have been fifty miles later, I still hadn’t spotted anything. Exhausted and absolutely dripping with sweat, I collapsed onto the ground.
    I looked up to the sky and whispered a prayer. “Heavenly Father, please, I beg of You, provide me with what I need to survive this land, and help me get off it and get back to my kingdom.”
    A while later, someone spoke from behind me. “Princess, I can get you back to your kingdom.”
    Perhaps not all hope is naïve.

    1. Great job! I 'd love to know who was behind her. :)

  11. Here are my entries!

    Entry using the picture prompt:

    Sentence prompt: We had everything planned out perfectly, how had everything gone so wrong?

    Picture Prompt:

    Object Prompt: Camera, Princess, Fire

    Congrats to the winners!

  12. Here's mine! I used the picture prompt, although I changed it to a boy.
    It was nearly nightfall; the sun dwindled on the horizon. All was silent, not a sound to be heard. It gave an eerie feeling, like the calm before a storm.
    Drathien looked for any movement; any signs of life, but all the animals were tucked away in their hollows. He began to grow nervous; this part of the forest was usually full of critters in the evening. Drathien felt the hair rise on the back of his neck. He shivered, he felt as though eyes were watching his every move. Drathien slowly turned and walked back to the Gargonians’ campsite, away from the watchful eyes.
    As soon as the camp was in site, he heard a shout and the cries of a thousand men. Drathien tried to shout for the Gargonians to form ranks, but it was too late. The army of almost a thousand men had already surrounded Amira’s tent and Drathien saw, to his dismay, Rylan dragging her out in chains. Rylan glanced his way with a look of satisfaction shown clearly on his face.
    “Amira,” Drathien whispered as he watched his sister shoved ruthlessly onto the Kyerys’ ship. They sailed off into the mist, and there was nothing Drathien, nor any of the Gargonians, could do about it. “I will find you,” Drathien promised. “I will find you or die trying.” He looked out to sea and watched the ship disappear into the fog. Drathien realized now that Rylan had been the one watching him, that he had followed him back to camp. His sister was captured, and it was his fault.The sun sank below the horizon and the sounds of night echoed through the camp.

    1. I'm doing the the three words prompt:rope, matches, bicycle. Word count said it was 201 words. Thanks for the contest!

      Sam slid off her bicycle as Jeanie and Elisa slid off theirs. Near them, just a meager ten paces to the left was a gaping hole. The one they needed to go down. Sam stepped to the border and drew her breath. It had to be at least fifty feet. But she couldn't forget Jake's smirk or his taunting laughter as he said "girls now can't do nothing, can they?". They would prove those boys wrong. "The rope" she motioned to Jeanie. She handed three pieces of rope over and for a moment their gazes met. Sam could imagine all the questions running through the older girl's mind. Will we get in trouble? Will they have to send us back home from camp? Will we even get out of this alive? Sam tied the ropes around the big oak tree that stood nearby. "Elisa, do we have everything?" Elisa rummaged through the backpack. "More rope, flashlight, paper and matches, more sweaters. Yes, we've got everything." She looked at Sam and her eyes seemed just as eager as Sam felt herself. The girls tied the ropes around themselves doing double knots. Finally, Sam took a deep breath and took the first step.

    2. This is great, Armina! I don't remember this part... but it is REALLY good! :D


    3. I want to know what happens next. :) Very intriguing.

  13. I decided I would enter this week. :)

    I used the picture prompt and it is 300 words. :)

  14. Here's my Monday Minutes! I used the picture prompt.

    The waves crashing against the dejected coastline matched her heart. For a century she'd waited, standing against invisible bonds, waiting. Waiting for her inevitable punishment. She saw the ship sailing through the dismal water, as the sun struggled to escape the clouds and touch her rock. Sometimes the sun would dance beseechingly in the far off mountains, and she would strain against her bonds, but it was useless. The clouds were her captors as much as the ship sailing towards her.

    She tried to tell herself she did not fear death, but deep down she knew that was a lie. Oh what would she do to feel the sun once more against her skin. To run through golden fields, to speak to another human.

    She didn't notice the ship docking. She didn't notice the man creeping towards her, his hand drawn back to throw the dagger. All she saw was the sun, triumphantly breaking through the clouds and bathing the ocean with golden light.

  15. Here are my prompts!
    Three words: notebook, flip flop, radio
    Sentence: Practically everything I thought I knew about myself just shattered into a million pieces.

  16. Here are my prompt ideas-
    Write a paragraph incorporating this sentence-It's dangerous, I might not make it back alive-these thoughts flooded her mind; making her all the more anxious to go.
    Use these three things- Stranger, clouds, book.
    I don't have a picture prompt.

  17. Sorry, I left the wrong link. Here's the real one

  18. I'm not sure whether I posted the link to my MMC entry yet or not because I don't see it on here... hmmm... :P
    So here it is:

    1. Oh, oh! This is SO amazing. I am glad you entered; I had a wonderful time reading it. I love the beats of her despair... And how God came through in the end.
      - Katie

  19. Mine using the picture prompt. 158 words long.

    The boat moved quickly with the strong breeze. She stared down the deadly cliff that nobody dared to go down, the shock of what had happened still coursing through her veins, his last words still whispering in her ear. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she remembered him calling her name as they carried him away. She knew what was going to happen now.

    They would kill him. And she would never see him again.

    She walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the raging waters below. She contemplated whether what she was going to do next would be the right thing. Taking a deep breath, she ignored the nagging voice in her head telling her not to do it. She pushed it away, telling herself, "If he's not going to be here, I don't want to be here either."

    She closed her eyes, whispered the goodbye that would never be heard, and jumped.

    Writing Prompts:

    Write a passage using these objects: Rope, Swing, Bicycle

    Write a passage incorporating this phrase: Just look back at our life. It wasn't exactly a fairy tale.

    Write a passage based off of this picture:

  20. Write a passage using these objects: Pen, letter opener, chair

    Write a passage incorporating this phrase: The question trembled in the air as silence filled the room.

    Write a passage based off of this picture:

  21. That's really good Elisabeth. :) I like the message.


  23. I'm using the picture prompt and it's 234 words long.

    I looked down at the water. According to what I had heard, the boat should be arriving there any minute. I started climbing down the rock staircase. There was already another man there waiting for the boat. In just a few minutes, I was already stepping up onto the boat.

    "Who are you?" a man on the boat asked me.

    "I needed a ride," I said. Actually, I needed to save Connor, but I wasn't going to tell him that. I knew that Connor was with them and that was the wrong choice, and I had to warn him before it was too late.

    "Fine," he said.

    "And, I was wondering if you happened to know anyone on here by the name of Connor?"

    "Oh, so you're just here to save your friend, are you? Well, you're too late. We're already done with him."

    "But I-" I started to say, but he cut me off. "And I guess that we should just take care of you too," he said, grabbing my hand and opening the door to the lower decks, throwing me down to the bottom of the ship. He slammed the door and I could hear him walking away. I nearly started crying. I knew I had to get out of there and save Connor now. But what did he mean that they were already done with him? Was I too late?

  24. Using the picture prompt!

    The boat moved quickly with the strong breeze. She stared down the deadly cliff that nobody dared to go down, the shock of what had happened still coursing through her veins, his last words still whispering in her ear. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she remembered him calling her name as they carried him away. She knew what was going to happen now.

    They would kill him. And she would never see him again.

    She walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the raging waters below. She contemplated whether what she was going to do next would be the right thing. Taking a deep breath, she ignored the nagging voice in her head telling her not to do it. She pushed it away, telling herself, "If he's not going to be here, I don't want to be here either."

    She closed her eyes, whispered the goodbye that would never be heard, and jumped.

  25. i voted, btw


  26. I don't know if my last comment went through or not...
    Anyways, I voted!! It wasn't easy people. But I did it. =)
    Great entries EVERYONE!! =)
    Thanks judges for doing your thing!! =)


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