Monday’s Minute Challenge ~ 24/06/16

Hey y’all! Today I do Monday’s Minute Challenge – on a Friday. SHOCK HORROR! Here ya go…

A girl. A gust of wind.

She stepped inside the dark, musty room. Walls of chipped wood closed in around her. Slowly, her eyes gazed across at the elaborate wood carvings. Age was gracefully fading them away, but beauty remained. Delicate swirls twisted among fierce shapes of battles and explorations. The girl marvelled at the markings, how accurate and beautiful they were. She took an interest in drawing, and enjoyed tickling the outlines of the elegant animals and trees and mountains.

All of a sudden, a creak sounded from a door on the other side of the room, and the girl swiftly slipped out of the room. Her heart beat fast as she raced away.

In panic she turned the wrong way and fell into a second room. There, in the centre behind a polished table, sat the last person she wanted to see: her brother. He sat with a tall woman. A vase of flowers sat patiently on the surface. All three turned to face the girl as she stumbled in. No words were exchanged. A tingle of fear rolled up her back.

Focusing on the flowers, she spotted that they were fake. Artificial tulips. Her eyes darted from the table to the woman to the flowers. A slam echoed behind her and the draft knocked her forward. A sharp pain erupted from her back; she felt a drop of blood trickle down her spine.

The flowers toppled to the floor.

An Unofficial MMC

Howdy readers!

Sorry I haven’t been posting much lately, but to make up for it I’m going to share with you an unofficial Monday’s Minute Challenge that I did! Monday’s Minute Challenge is a short writing challenge in which you must write between 150-300 words around a certain sentence, picture or set of three words. You can find out more/participate in some here! Enjoy 🙂

 

“Rose! A letter for you!” I raced downstairs as fast as I could to the front door, where my father was standing with a letter in his hand. Nodding, he handed it to me and I ran back upstairs into my room, slamming the door behind me. My heart was all aflutter as I looked down at the snowy white envelope in my shaking palm.

I paused and looked at my face in the mirror. There he was, right next to me, smiling with his hand gently resting on my shoulder. I looked round and saw that I was alone in the room. My face turned towards the mirror once more and a glistening tear tumbled down my pale cheek.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly sliced open the envelope and looked in. Heart hammering, I extracted what was inside: a rose petal. A few moments passed as I stared at it, its scent filling my nostrils. All of a sudden I burst into uncontrollable tears; I knew now that he had forgotten me, and that his heart belonged to another.

“It’s all over…” I whispered to myself, as the petal gracefully drifted to the floor.