tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post6330064700688959455..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.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-88413148408349047322016-02-19T11:41:33.345-08:002016-02-19T11:41:33.345-08:00Hey, Tessa, just wanted to let you know that the g...Hey, Tessa, just wanted to let you know that the giveaway isn't working.<br />These are probably too late, but just in case, here are my prompts:<br /><br />1) https://www.pinterest.com/pin/295196950556135664/<br />2) He leaned in, and his whisper was far more threatening than any shout I'd ever heard. <br />3) melted ice cream, blue door, rough blanket<br />-MaddieM. A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05016764793014839876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-34166607206794212812016-02-10T17:33:12.427-08:002016-02-10T17:33:12.427-08:00Sentence Prompt: Why won't you trust me?
Obje...Sentence Prompt: Why won't you trust me? <br />Object Prompt: bracelet, box, leafSavannah Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668452024211579085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-50491112003853066702016-02-10T16:52:56.829-08:002016-02-10T16:52:56.829-08:00 My fingers clench around the stick of the mask ... My fingers clench around the stick of the mask I’m holding up to my face. The masquerade ball is full of colors and feathers and disguise, but I take in none of it.<br /> This was meant to be the best day of my life, but as of yet, it has been the worst.<br /> I whirl at the sound of carriage wheels, careful not to let the mask slip as I look out the window into darkness. The carriage door is opened, and a tall, handsome man comes into my sight. Cedric. <br /> It’s him. He’s here. How did he find me? <br /> Suddenly I feel like a bird with its wings clipped, unable to fly and escape. The ball room is a cage, and I am trapped. <br /> But even captive birds may be able to find their freedom. <br /> The knocker bangs loudly and I immediately rush off towards the door that leads outside, not caring to apologize to the people I brush aside; there is no time for apologizes. <br /> The door swings open and I glance over my shoulder to see Cedric stepping into the room, his dark eyes searching. He’s looking for me. <br /> The heel of my shoe catches on a lady’s skirt, and I tumble to the ground, my mask skittering across the floor. The music stops. I hurry to collect myself and scramble to my feet. He’s already coming my way. <br /> “Selia?” He reaches out, but then draws back. “Are you alright?” <br /> “No, thank you.” My eyes flash angrily as I glare up at him. <br /> His brow furrows. “Selia …” <br /> “I don’t want to talk to you.” I say primly, giving a mocking curtesy. “Good evening, Cedric.” <br /> And with that, I run out of the ballroom and away into the night, my mask lying dejected on the ground. Savannah Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668452024211579085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093187878739089807.post-67055779764315846432016-02-08T13:40:57.880-08:002016-02-08T13:40:57.880-08:00My Prompts are:
Phrase: "I told you we should...My Prompts are:<br />Phrase: "I told you we shouldn't have done that."<br />Words: Hiccup, Glass, Paper<br />Picture: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3b/78/78/3b7878ccc789725a0b1d4213018ceb08.jpgMary Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03896530716324795808noreply@blogger.com