Monday, June 30, 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: 44
  • Armina: 20
  • Benj. Evans: 40
  • Brittney: 3
  • Brooke: 15
  • CeCe: 25
  • Elisabeth: 72
  • Emily F: 25
  • Evan: 10
  • FlyGirl: 15
  • Funto: 9
  • His Princess: 87
  • Jacqueline: 59
  • Jillian: 10
  • Kaira Anne: 35
  • Kaley: 2
  • Karina: 23
  • Katheline: 16
  • Katie: 58
  • Kendra: 40
  • Lottie Le: 23
  • Maddie J: 5
  • Mary B: 103
  • Marsh: 20
  • Rcubed: 69
  • Rebekah B: 53
  • Russian Pianist: 38
  • Sarah: 103
  • S. Brightly: 68
  • Sofia Marie: 5
  • Tara T: 61
  • TW Wright: 142
*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: 

That night, the door on the old truck was harder to open than usual.
Than again, no one ever promised it would be easy. 
My grip on the worn leather handle of my suitcase loosened as I tossed it into the middle seat, clambering in after it and settling on the faded upholstery, slamming the creaking door behind me in what I hoped was a signal of defiance and not finality. 
Outside, I heard Livie burst into tears.
I wouldn't meet her tear-filled eyes. The sound muffled suddenly, and I could picture it- Livie burying her head into Mom's shirt, the way she always did when she was beyond comfort. I clenched my jaw against the tears rising in my own eyes.
I didn't care what anyone else said, this wasn't right.
I heard Bridget shift slightly in the driver's seat, too near to mine, as if waiting for me to say something. From the corner of my eye I could see her looking at me, but I only pulled my baseball cap further over my face. She could wallow in the silence. Maybe the lack of empty words would teach her something.
Instead, she missed the lesson and dared to speak, her synthetic words polluting the last of my fresh air. "It's all for the best, Laney. You'll see."
See? My fists clenched in unrepentant anger. All I saw was the only people I'd ever dared to call "family", dared to love, being ripped away from me. How dare she?
The truck lurched as she pulled away from the curb, and I heard little Peter cry out. In that instant, my heart shattered. Breaking my last and final rule, I looked back, realizing this may be the last time I ever saw my home or my family again.
Congratulations, S. Brightly! Click here for your badge. =)

Second place winner: 

Hunted. The word rang through her ears. She could hear the hounds barking from the other side of the river that was roaring behind her. War cries sounded ahead of her, slowly growing closer. They would soon be upon her. The chill wind swept her hair back, her cloak ruffling in the wind. Her horse shifted nervously, knowing the danger they were in. 
“I know your scared girl; I am too, but we need to keep our wits about us. We obviously can’t go straight and we can’t go back either, which leaves us with the mountains to our right and the cliffs to our left.” Amira knew her horse could not make it up the steep mountainside and doubted if she could do any better. She looked down the cliff, a sheer 200 foot drop with sharp, jagged rocks waiting at the bottom. She was trapped.
Amira tried to think of a way out of this, the way she always did, but she could not concentrate. 'Come on Amira, you can do this, just think!' But for the first time in her 13 years of living, Amira was too scared to think. She had always had some option of postponing the danger so she could come up with a plan, but now there was nowhere to run.
The shouts grew louder, and then they were upon her. The mob slowly forced her to retreat until she was nearing the edge of the cliff. They waved their spears toward her, threatening to hurl them at her. Men shouted commands over the viciously growling dogs. The hounds drew nearer, her horse drawing closer and closer to the drop that would surely be their deaths. Amira’s horse stumbled to keep her footing. A hound sprang upon them and then they were falling.
Congratulations, ArminaClick here for your badge. =)

First place winner: 

He looked back, realizing this may be the last time he ever saw his home or his family again. He slid his hand along the unsanded rail. Where splinters had once torn the skin, the irregular grain of the wood now knobbed over lumpy callouses. How many times had the thought crossed his mind? Innumerable. Once it had perturbed; now it flitted with an ironic levity that quirked a smile on his lips. 
Home. What was home? Smokestacks choking out their cigar breath into a steely gray existence stained with red? A stuffy apartment with sheets hung from the ceiling being the only dividers between Grisha repeating multiplication facts and Babushka clucking about the price of herring? Plywood walls that failed to stifle the drunken expletives of the factory workers that Mama had to share a kitchen with? At least curses at the conservatory accompanied interesting things like hammers breaking on the pianos or impossible passages of octaves.
His wry smile untwisted, softening into fond remembrance. The conservatory, its witch-hat spires a landmark among city residents. Saratov, untouched by the raging war. Beautiful Mia with gold-flecked eyes who could talk about Brahms with him in the abandoned practice rooms until midnight.
The thought of Mia quickened his pace. He turned sharply, not caring that his broad shoulders clipped the odd angles of the narrow stairwell. At the base, instead of gingerly touching the greasy knob and imagining some hideous creak as it turned, he pushed open the door, letting the bells tinkle. Let them hear; he didn’t care. Defiance inflated within. No more would he slink around, worried they would discover who he was.
What was there to hide anymore? Nothing of significance. 
Only himself.
Congratulations, The Russian Pianist! Click here for your badge. =)

Honorable Recognitions

These winners will receive a badge, as well as 3 extra points:
  1. FlyGirl
  2. Emily
  3. TW Wright
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: stool, pillow, flashlight (submitted by His Princess)
  • Write a passage based on this picture (submitted by CeCe)
  • Write a passage incorporating this phrase: There was only one thing left to do: run. (submitted by Katie)

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. Here is my entry:

    And my prompts:
    Use these words: Crayon, Phone, Light
    And this sentence: Why did things have to end this way
    And this pic:

  2. Thanks Emily! Nice job! Now I will tell you what happens next in my story; like I promised.

  3. Wow! Second place! Congrats all other winners!

  4. Congrats winners!

    My Entry (I continued it from last week) :

    Picture Prompt:

    Random Objects: Pencil, Waterfall, Moon

    - Katie

    1. Love it, Katie! Great use of the sentence prompt. :)


    2. AWESOME!!!!!

    3. Love it. :) I always love entries with horses. ;)

    4. Thanks everyone! I feel like it flowed unusually well for me this week :)
      - Katie

  5. I'm using the words prompt. I believe it's 280 words. :)

    "Mia heard the loud yelp if a dog that had found its trail. Shouts ran in the distance. Soon they would be on her. There was only one thing left to do: run."
    I leaned back in the chair, staring at the computer screen and the blinking cursor. Did I want those guys to get her or not? I shook my head. Fifty five thousand words into the story and I still didn't know if she should get captured and then saved or never get captured at all. It was highly improbable that Tim would actually be there to help her. Should I let them take her for the sake of believability? I cringed at all the disgusting stuff I would probably have to portray. Some writers seemed to crave their main character's sufferings. For me, it just always hurt as if I was the one getting tortured.
    "She could hardly breathe anymore when she rounded the corner to Tim's cabin. He wasn't there. For a second she thought of hiding, but they would only wreck the place and drag her out. The shouts got louder. As Mia ran onto the field, she felt the earth shake under the horses' gallop. She ran faster, but not fast enough. In a moment, she was surrounded."
    I sighed. I could feel the glares of those officers as if they were all staring at me, not Mia. I supposed they should tie her up, place her on one of their horses and ride her back to their camp. And then... Oh, it was so unfair! Why did I have to write this? And how early of an escape could I get away with?

    1. Cool! I loved how you made it like you were writing a story!

    2. I never thought of writing that way! :) I really like it Sofia.

  6. Here's my entry:

    This is possibly the entry I've been most inspired to write.

  7. Liked it? It's fabulous! That awful Jade woman! :) I like your prompt sentence too.

  8. Picture prompt:
    Random item: bubble, flower, denim.
    Sentence: This was the worst part, bring up things better left in memory.

    There was only one thing left to do: run, and I should have ran right then and there. But I stayed. I watched as the invaders climbed over the hill. I stayed at the sound of battle cries and pain-stricken wails from below, and I knew which sounds belonged to our side, and I stayed as the smell of fallen hopes seeped up to me. My little sister pulled at the edge of my tunic, begging me to take her away from this destruction, but I still wouldn't leave. For a foolish pride, I gave my freedom. Many say how they regret that fear took them away in time of battle, but it wasn't heroism that drew my sword and ran down to join the fight. My duty did not lie on the battle field, but I wouldn't realize that until I lay with my hands tied behind me on the way to slavery.

    1. War and battles and slavery is another one of my favorite. ;)

    2. Edit for the sentence prompt: it should be bringing not bring.

  9. Lovely job everyone!

    Here is my entry. I used the three words prompt.

    I was used to storms-I was usually in the middle of them after all. But for the first time in my life I was scared of them. My heart beat fast as I climbed to the top of my lighthouse tower remembering the news I'd gotten three days ago. "Your friend Fiona died yesterday" it read, "She fell from the top of the tower in a storm. There was nothing we could do to save her." Fiona was also a lighthouse keeper and she was one of the best. If she had died was there any chance for me? I shook of the feeling of dread, there were lives to save, the lives of brave sailors. I shivered and tightened my cloak around me as a wave crashed up onto the rocks. Why was I so scared for myself? Fiona had died saving others and so could I. I reached the top of the lighthouse tower and fumbled with the fog horn, jumping when it blared it's mournful tune. The light wasn't working! Terrified, but this time not for my life but for the lives of the sailors I dashed downstairs and grabbed the brightest flashlight I could find and a stool. I doubted the flashlight was bright enough but I had to try. All night I flashed the flashlight, longing to rest my head on a pillow. When morning dawned the fog had cleared and I finally slept. That was how they found me, hours later.

  10. Here are my prompts:
    These words: Balloon, birdcage, danger.
    And this sentence: For the first time in my life I experienced pure terror.
    And this picture:

  11. Congrats to all the winners!

    Here is my paragraph. I used the sentence prompt and my word count was 229.

    There was only one thing left to do: run. Run from this place, from this life. That was the thought that circled my head as I washed the dye down the drain. I lifted my head, looking in the mirror. Sighing deeply, I ran my hands through my hair. My white-blonde hair had been covered by the dye, making it dark, dark brown. Almost black. I lifted the scissors, but set them back down. I had killed him. There was nothing else to do but run. I paused, looking at the lingering dye in the drain. “I killed him.” I whispered.
    “It’s not your fault.” A voice behind me said. I turned, my new black hair slapping the mirror. David stood there. “They are after me for helping you, and now since I killed him…” I said. “David, they’ve upped the kill order to level one priority.” I said, handing him the print-out that read: “Agent 300-675, also known as Hanna Langston. Kill. Level one priority.” I shook my head. I had helped David when the CIA had put a kill order on him. And because of that, I got a kill order on me. But since I had shot Jake… now they want me dead more than ever. David sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “Tell me again, how Jake died.” He took my hand. “He was your brother, I wouldn’t be surprised if you had blocked it from your memory. But I have to try and make you remember. There is someone in Langley, someone we can trust. And if you can remember this, it could save your life.” I shook my head and lifted the scissors, cutting my old life away with every strand of hair that fell in the drain.


    1. Sorry, I meant that my word count was 299.


    2. Really interesting FlyGirl. :)

    3. Thanks Brooke! :)


    4. I was watching The Bourne Ultimatum so... this happened. ;)


    5. Ohhhh... I thought it seemed familiar. :) Is that why you named him David? :P

    6. Maybe *smirk*


    7. I love it gerat job FlyGirl!!:)

  12. I'm using the sentence and the picture prompt this week, 171 words.

    There was only one thing left to do: run. The thought we both had as he grabbed my hand and started running.

    "Where should we go, Caleb?" I yelled.

    "I don't know!" he called back, pushing me ahead of him.

    "What about the garden?" I called, looking over my shoulder.

    "Sounds good to me!" We reached the garden and I threw the gate open. As I ran to our favorite hiding place, I heard the gate slam behind me. In a moment, he was by my side. We both ducked between the branches of our tree, sat with our backs against the stone wall. He grabbed my hand tightly in his. "This could be it, Leah," he whispered as we heard the garden gate swing open. We heard people shouting and footsteps getting closer and closer to our hiding place. I held my breath. Caleb lifted himself slightly, trying to get a better look. The branches were lifted suddenly from in front of us.

    I closed my eyes and prayed.

    Write a passage using these objects: Lantern, arrow, rose

    Write a passage incorporating this phrase: If I can't even trust the people around me, then who can I trust?

    Write a passage based off of this picture:

    1. Great suspense at the end, Lottie!

    2. You should continue this next week. :)

    3. Good job lottie le!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:):):):):):)

    4. It's great. :)

  13. I somehow always include that arm twist thing in all of my WIPs. I always have to go back and decide which one to keep it in. ;P I really like your entry Emily. :)

  14. 291 words. Sentence prompt, and continuing a past prompt.

    There was only one thing left to do: run. I ran from my beloved home as my past played itself out again.
    Why hadn't I listened to Marcus? Stupid, stupid girl.
    "Jemma!" I heard my little sister squeal my name as I run from the sounds. I know she just saw Mom and Dad lying on the ground. I would run from the barn with Dad’s gun in just a second. Then my older brothers would drive in from work in about another minute or two.
    What could I do? Everyone in this town knew me. I couldn't very well hide. If someone saw my future self, well, they would freak.
    Run. Well maybe not the whole time. I'm not trying to beat Forrest Gump or anything. I inwardly laugh at my stupid excuse for a joke.
    I swipe at the tears, then scream my pain to the world. I couldn’t cover it with lame jokes. I couldn’t cover my failure a second time.
    Why hadn't God helped me? I thought this was his will. That I save my parents. Doesn’t He love me anymore?
    I scraped my hands as I trip over something. I flip around. A boy stands with a cocky grin sitting on his face.
    "You mad or something?"
    I snort. "You have no idea. Goodbye." Although I don't really wish him any good after he tripped me. I give him a sarcastic wave.
    "Hold on." He whispers and grabs hold of my arm. I look at his hand and shake with the adrenaline coursing through me. "I can take you anywhere. I can give you anything."
    I stare into his deep blue eyes wondering if he's high or something. But something in me believes him. "Like where?"

  15. Write a story using this sentence: Was I dreaming or had my worst nightmare just turned into reality?

    Write a story using these prompts: Toy boat, computer, leash.

    Write a story using this picture:


  16. My prompts:
    Words - smile, jacket, whistle
    Dialogue - "Just because life's hard doesn't mean it's hopeless."
    Picture -

    Have a great rest of the week, everyone!

  17. Great job winners!! =D

    Here is my entry:

    Object Prompt: Flower, deck of cards, post-it note
    Picture Prompt:
    Written Prompt: No one is coming to save you.

    Great entries thus far!! =D

    TW Wright

  18. I voted


  19. I voted!!

    Great job everyone!! =D

  20. Here is my three prompt ideas. I have never done this before :)

    1. three objects- portrait, window, phone
    2. picture-
    3. dialogue or phrase-For once in my life, everything would go just how I wanted it to.

  21. Here's mine! 300 words exactly. I am continuing my last weeks post, I couldn't fit in any of the prompts.
    Amira screamed as she fell into the deep chasm. Hoping against hope, she reached up for something that she could grab. To her astonishment, she felt a hand pulling her up. Amira squeezed her knees tighter around her horse so she would be pulled up with her. Amira breathed a sigh of relief as Recke’s hooves touched the solid ground. She dismounted and brushed herself off, her hands trembling.
    “Are you alright?” A familiar voice asked.
    Amira drew a quick breath. 'It can’t be; Rylan would never do something like that.' But when she looked up there was Rylan, who had dismounted and was gently stroking her frightened horse. “Rylan? Why-, what are you doing here?”
    Rylan smiled, “Why wouldn’t I be here? This is where all the action is going on.”
    Amira laughed. “It’s nice to see you Rylan. I’m glad you’re back.”
    “So am I, which brings me to why I came back,” Rylan suddenly became sober. “Have you ever heard of the Kontrolgies?” Amira shook her head, suddenly growing afraid. “Well, you’ll soon find out because they’re coming. Their mission is to conquer the world and we’re in their way. I came to ask if we can put the past behind us and join our kingdoms to fight against our mutual enemy. If we don’t, we don’t have a chance.” Amira gasped; astonished both that the Kontrolgies were coming and that Rylan suggested that they fight against them as a team. “I’m not saying that we need to become best friends or anything, I doubt that will ever happen, all I’m saying is that we need to be allies. If we don’t; we will all get killed.” Rylan was more urgent than Amira had ever seen him, and that frightened her. She took a deep breath.

  22. I voted!

  23. I love it!!!! what happens next???

  24. I'm using the picture prompt this week, :) 185 words long.

    I looked down at the river. It was beautiful. I continued walking toward her house. I looked up, seeing the rock wall with the small blue gate in the middle. Shocked, I ran toward it as fast as I could. Yes, it was just the way it was last time I had seen it, except for the bullet holes now scattered around the heart-shaped hole carved into it. I reached my hand out. Grabbing the handle, I flung open the gate. I looked around, but didn't see her. Everything seemed unusually quiet. She was usually always singing or something, but where was she now? She knew I was coming, and she wouldn't have left without telling me. I knew I should call her name, but I had to admit I was afraid to. Afraid that I would call her name, and she wouldn't answer.

    But what if she did answer? I opened my mouth and called her name, ignoring the fear that she wouldn't answer. "Katie!" I called. I listened. Suddenly I could feel my knees buckle, and I started shaking.

    She didn't answer.

    Write a passage using these objects: Book, clock, arrow

    Write a passage incorporating this phrase: I looked around. Why had I come here in the first place?

    Write a passage based off of this picture:

    1. It is a boy in my story, by the way. :)

    2. Great job cece

    3. You did a good job, CeCe. ;)

  25. I tried to vote... But I'm not sure it went through. "Response not counted. You already respond." Good job to everyone who entered!
    - Katie

  26. I voted...I think. Not sure if it went through or not. :)


  27. Here's my entry, 299 words, using the picture and sentence prompts. Great job this week, everyone!

    Humidity sucked air from my lungs, making my uphill climb even harder. Why on earth had he wanted to meet today? The plan was concrete, the culmination of over a year of careful planning and detailed analysis. It was air tight, everyting ready to go in only two short days. Right now I should be studiously avoiding my cohorts. The slightest misstep could alert the authorities (I hated calling them that, unlawful as they were)and mean the death of our loved ones. But Caeden said it was urgent.

    Had he somehow discovered a fatal flaw in our plan? I prayed it wasn't so. We were so close. To have to turn back now, abandon those who so desperately needed our help, would be a worse feeling than that of defeat. At least in defeat, we would have still tried our hardest. Giving up was, to me, the worst form of cowardice.

    The bright blue gate reached my line of sight, the heart carved into the rough wood bearing witness of happier days. My heart sped up for an instant as I imagined how Joanna had done the same thing, on the gate in our garden. Or, what used to be our garden.

    I shook my head slightly, steeling myself against such thoughts. I perused the area cautiously, checking each road and every possible vantage point. It seemed clear. I let out a breath and stepped out from the shrubbery, sliding quickly through the gate.

    Latching the gate firmly, I stepped back against the wall, my eyes roving the garden. No Caeden.

    A slow minute passed. My shoulders tensed. Something wasn't right...

    The instant my senses became aware of it, I heard the footsteps. Fast. Too fast. Unfamiliar voices spoke.

    There was only one thing left to do: run.

    1. Great job S.Birghtly

    2. Great job! It almost reminded me of the Jews during WW2. :)



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