tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post6232883779910813172..comments2023-12-12T02:24:15.920-08:00Comments on Tessa Emily Hall ~ Christ is Write: Monday's Minute Challenge: Writing prompt contest for teens & up!Tessa Emily Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625256104634830104noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-75494076694095576172015-03-14T19:26:45.886-07:002015-03-14T19:26:45.886-07:00Hey, Guys! It’s me ‘Kaity’ again. Could I change...Hey, Guys! It’s me ‘Kaity’ again. Could I change my name to Roe H.? If so cool. If not that’s fine to. Anyway here is my story it’s called “Mermaid Gem.” <br />I snapped a few pictures with my Polaroid camera. I just hoped it would be enough. The blue gem in front of me glittered in the moonlight. Suddenly I heard shouts. Then a familiar voice seemed to crack through my courage.<br /> “What are you doing here Miss Smith? Or should I say…Agent H2O.”<br /> I froze a pulled my old hat further over my white blond hair. It was at that moment that I realized my only option: run. <br /> I grabbed the gem and bolted out of the door and into the hallway. I darted this way and that as I wove my way in and out of the different halls. Suddenly I screeched to a halt. Before me was the end of the dock.<br /> The water looked dark and menacing I shivered. Going in there would be almost certain death. Shouts came from behind me. I took one look behind me then jumped into the dark water. I slowly began to sink into what I was sure to be my watery grave when the jewel in my hand began to glow and shine.<br /> Light shone all around me. When I opened my eyes instead of seeing my two legs fervently trying to kick to the surface, I saw a tail. <br /><br />My three things are: Stars, carpet, doughnuts<br />My saying is: the Bible says to love my enemies. The person who wrote that mustn’t have met “him”.<br />I don’t have a picture.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-750562999777926962015-03-13T11:19:43.372-07:002015-03-13T11:19:43.372-07:00Can anyone send in prompts? If so, mine are these:...Can anyone send in prompts? If so, mine are these:<br />1) http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/86/af/5a/86af5aa97f3430986a2a7f985b748223.jpg<br />2) sunset, flickering light, dawn<br />3) "What have I done to deserve this?"<br /><br />~MaddieM. A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05016764793014839876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-44658883872172734572015-03-12T12:15:36.639-07:002015-03-12T12:15:36.639-07:00Here's my entry. It's 300 words long. I us...Here's my entry. It's 300 words long. I used all three prompts. <br /><br />I felt in my bag for my Polaroid camera, the hundredth time I had done so since I'd left the house. Still there. I relaxed and lowered myself to the ground, drinking the very last of my water. As I returned the bottle to my bag, something caught my eye. Picking it up, I found that it was an old hat that was dirty from being outside for so long. Tossing it back on the ground, I caught sight of something else among the pine needles. I pulled it out, realizing it was a journal page: 'It was in that moment that I realized my only option: run.' <br /><br />It startled me, and I stood up, eager to be gone from that place. I hadn't gone far when a thrashing noise sounded behind me. My legs suddenly found that they could indeed run up the steep mountainside. "Why me? I'm not bothering anybody. I just need a picture of-" I realized then that that was exactly why I was being chased. They must have needed it, too. I kept running as fast as I could, just trying to keep ahead. <br /><br />After a while, I had to stop. Hands on my knees, I looked for a place to hide, seeing what I’d been looking for all along. Encouraged, I sped up again, reaching it in no time. <br /><br />The church was empty, which was good. The framed picture was at the left of the building and I hurried over, pulled my camera out, and took a shot of the blue gem embedded in the gold frame.<br /><br />Kneeling, I said a quick prayer before heading out the door and back down the mountain. I went at a normal pace then; it didn't matter anymore. I had the picture. The person behind me didn't. <br /><br />~MaddieM. A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05016764793014839876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-84094836124287445672015-03-12T06:06:48.027-07:002015-03-12T06:06:48.027-07:00I’m so sad to have missed last contest, but I had ...I’m so sad to have missed last contest, but I had a hectic two weeks! Here’s to this week!<br />It was a strange little idea. Good concept but “eh” for execution. Not my best, but I went with it :) I hope you all enjoy.<br /><br />Story:: The Mountains Cry for Music.<br />Prompt:: Photo<br />Words:: 300<br /><br />“Sing me a song of a lass that is gone. Say could that lass be I…” Delicate notes fluttered on the mountain breeze through open halls of the small chapel. A figure clad in white sat reserved at the bench of a piano. “Merry of soul she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye.” Her hair gleamed like silver as slender hands caressed the song out of the instrument. A blissful moment of fantasy. Then, too soon, each note died and fell to the wooden floor echoing a deafening silence. Reality struck. <br /><br />The faded figure sat in dull grey at the bench of the piano. Her hands were in her lap. She had never dared to touch the black and white keys. A melody had never been born, and the Spirit of Song was alone. <br /><br />Her voice was empty, wishing to utter a thousand things, a thousand notes rhythms and crescendos. None could exist. Not without a player. A singer. An artist… And without their voice, the mountains were a lonely place. <br /><br />As the brilliant blue sky echoed its tone off the jagged peaks, the Song slipped away. She retreated down the hall, but not too far nor too soon to witness the miracle occurrence. Worn oaken doors opening; young weary girl entering. The visitor. The one who came. What seemed like an eternity- then notes playing.<br /><br />She picked up a few crisp words:<br /><br />“My own Mountain silent long, join my melody, join my song…”<br /><br />The notes echoed off the mountains themselves. <br /><br />The player interrupted herself, stopping fingers from grazing over keys. <br />“What a foolish medley. Could a mountain sing?” She asked the emptiness.<br /><br />“Yes…once”<br /><br />The musician turned abruptly, her eyes meeting with the brilliant blue of the Song’s<br /><br />“And I believe you could make it sing again.”<br /><br /> Lace<br /><br />Prompt Submissions:<br />1. Juice box, salamander, shovel<br />2. http://www.style-den.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/fancy-braided-updo.jpg<br />3. It was all a lie, an elaborate, beautiful, terrible lie.<br />Kathryn Humnick https://www.blogger.com/profile/06015920363764165969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-92010370716735643882015-03-11T00:06:55.227-07:002015-03-11T00:06:55.227-07:00My prompt ideas.
Picture prompt: https://www.pint...My prompt ideas.<br /><br />Picture prompt: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/ARP4oJx29Kt3pFcDm9Nl7bWWa3k66d1f_yHum6YmNU8u4ijQKj-zybE/<br /><br />Item prompt: puppy, blanket, head phones.<br /><br />Sentence prompt: They say trust is easily broken like a spiders web but certainly the heart is likewise.<br /><br />HPHis Princesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05475369272547689946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-7652093036479521962015-03-10T23:55:04.068-07:002015-03-10T23:55:04.068-07:00I used the picture and the item prompts and my sto...I used the picture and the item prompts and my story is 300 words.<br /><br /><br />The church bells rang out clear and crisp, echoing off the mountain walls and startling the birds from their tree-top perches. <br />Finally, the day had arrived when my brother would forever be joined to his bride in holy matrimony. And I couldn’t be happier, after all, I had done a fair bit of matchmaking to get them to this point.<br />Cecily looked over her shoulder at her reflection in the floor length mirror. She was a vision of beauty from the delicate blue gem hanging around her neck to her dainty shoes peeking out from under the dress.<br />Aunt Polly bustled in with the veil draped over her arm. “We just need to pin this on you and we’ll be ready to march down the aisle.” She reached a plump hand up to smooth the hair under an old hat on her head which had certainly seen better days. Nevertheless, as far back as I could remember if there was a special occasion that hat came out of the mothballs to make an appearance.<br />“Would you believe it, your Uncle Steven actually brought along that Polaroid camera of his as if that thing is going to take any pictures worth remembering.” Cecily and I smiled. <br />A knock sounded on the door and one of the bridesmaids stuck her head through. “Ready when you are.” <br />Five minutes later found us lined up in the hall outside the sanctuary door. The brides maids went first, then the flower girls and the ring bearer. Then it came time for Cecily and her father to take the walk with me carrying her dress train.<br />I listened to them say their ‘I dos’ and watched as they sealed their promise with a kiss.<br />I sighed happily. Now I could look forward to nieces and nephews.<br /><br /><br />HPHis Princesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05475369272547689946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-27323614087510528192015-03-03T10:35:30.464-08:002015-03-03T10:35:30.464-08:00I used the sentence prompt and it's 295 words....I used the sentence prompt and it's 295 words.<br />Close by, the castle rose out of the forest, curved slender towers against the sturdy forest trees. Against this whimsical backdrop, the sky shone in soft morning light as clouds with the colors of plum and raspberry barely obscured the sun. Ahead of me, the path split, one fork up to the castle, and one away. I stood at the crossroads. <br />But I'd come here on a mission, one I needed to fulfill. I moved up the path the damp, earthy scent of the forest achingly familiar. Completely normal, I thought. Normal like when I'd been here last. <br /><br />Sighing wind rattled the tree tops—somewhere just ahead of me a bird chirped in alarm at my approach. Maybe that little bird knew the unwelcomeness of my intrusion here. Even if everything went perfectly, even if they did not kill me on sight I still could never return.<br /><br />Sunlight reached the forest floor in splatters through the breaks in the roof above. I could not see the sky from my place on the path, but I had walked a while. <br /> <br />Then the forest abruptly stopped, breaking out into a large clearing. Straight ahead, the castle rose unobstructed by forest trees. Pangs of homesickness hit me with the force of a river. Possibly only I knew of the secret passageway at the end of the servants corridor, of the hidden window just behind the throne room that gave a stunning view of the village, and of the crown, hidden hurriedly below the floorboard of the princess's bedroom.<br /><br />Lost in thought, I didn't even notice the sound of horses until too late. <br />Shouts of “Get her,” rang out.<br />It was in that moment that I realized my only option: run. No point dieing until I'd finished my mission.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17458155493064724533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-68200779301518664592015-03-03T06:36:36.291-08:002015-03-03T06:36:36.291-08:00Oh my wow! I can't believe I got third place!...Oh my wow! I can't believe I got third place! I've never gotten anything above honorable mention!<br /><br />Anyway, congrats to all!<br /><br />Here are my prompt submissions:<br /><br />Sentence: There was no way to keep this from happening... but I have to try.<br />Picture: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8xWnaLkt1o/TPQga9QrsuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/UJ0uCDNpCM4/s1600/t1larg.walking.dead.jpg<br /><br />Items: snow, high boots, snowmobile<br /><br />And here is my entry for this week. It is 273 words long and I used the item prompt.<br /><br />I struggle to keep my old hat on my head as the wind gets harsher and harsher. Klepner keeps a firm grasp on my arm, ushering me along silently. He holds me steady on the edge of the bridge. "Poor, poor girl. Harper, if you had just stayed quiet and minded your own business."<br /> "I still would have helped Mrs. Hunter. All this would have still happened." I yell over the wind coming off the Thames. All this because of a blue gem. All this because I agreed to help her find her daughter. All this because I'm a Holmes. I glance at the six year old girl standing beside me. Her face is white with fear. Klepner gestures to the bridge. "I'd like to keep your camera... you know, it could sell for a bundle on EBay." I slowly release the Polaroid, dropping it to the concrete. I won't be needing it anymore. "Klepner!" A voice yells. Klepner turns, keeping my face at the rushing waters. Even though I can't see the face that belongs to the voice, I know who it is.<br /> "Anthony." Klepner sneers.<br /> "Let her go." He says, and I feel Klepner's grip tighten and force me closer to the edge, along with Daisy.<br /> "If you wish them dead, Anthony, by all means come closer." Klepner says. I twist my head. Anthony stops walking. In a swift move, I drive my elbow into Klepner's sternum. He releases me and Daisy, who runs to Anthony. Klepner drops to the pavement. I look back at Anthony. "Keep her safe. I... I'm sorry." I turn back towards the edge.<br />And I jump.<br /><br />-FlyGirlAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-64804297074377827102015-03-02T14:29:35.446-08:002015-03-02T14:29:35.446-08:00Wow!! You guys don't want to know how excited ...Wow!! You guys don't want to know how excited I was to win second place. I don't think I have ever won anything more than an honorable mention! Thanks for the votes guys!<br />My prompts:<br />Three objects: Banjo, Curly hair and Tomatoes. <br />Sentence: S/He (I, or name) didn't see this coming.<br />Picture: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3f/55/b8/3f55b8842621818be45ba8060cb983fe.jpgMary Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03896530716324795808noreply@blogger.com