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Tuesday, August 20, 2013
August 20th Challenge
it’s Christina –
hours. Plastic tubs are being organized. Pillows, sheets, comforter, blankets
and clothes have been vacuum sealed, condensed and packed. Three tubs and two
vacuum pouches remain to be filled, and then we’re finished. If I don’t fill
them and don’t pack them, does that mean we won’t be finished and she can’t
say it, “This sucks!” Sorry for my French, but it does. I am so happy and
excited for my daughter, off to her first choice of colleges about to make a
decade of dreams into a reality, yet all I want to do is cry. My brain knows
she will be fine, this is where she needs to be, what she needs to do, but my
heart is going to miss my baby.
longest she has ever been away from home was a week, and that was with either
family or the church. Thank God her roommate Rhea is one of the sweetest girls
I have ever met, so I can take comfort in knowing they will have each other to
lean on if times get tough. The two of them met at accepted student’s day and
bonded instantly. They are like two peas in a pod. In less than twenty-four
hours, they were finishing each other’s sentences. It’s quite comical. At the
event, they also met a boy who matched both of them perfectly. (My daughter
says Alex is her, just in male form.) They are going to be the three musketeers.
The three of them have been chatting non-stop since they met in April and are
chomping at the bit to see each other again.
me old fashioned, but I think it’s good knowing there will be a guy there to
watch out for the girls. The town of Burlington is walking distance from the
college, so I know they will be walking to town a lot, and I’m much more
comfortable if there’s a guy accompanying them on those outings, especially if
they walk home after dark.
moved in on Sunday already because she is a student ambassador and had to be
there early. Last night she was talking to my daughter, and I felt so bad for
the girl. She is the ONLY one in the dorm – a big old Victorian. I think she
was a little scared, but she didn’t say it, just that she was bored. We will be
picking her up on Thursday night and taking her out to dinner with us and maybe
we’ll sneak a few of my daughter’s things in early so she can spend a little
time with Rhea during the day on Thursday as well.
usual, I have tons of stuff to do, so I should get going. Hope you have a
wonderful day and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge was:
Rowan climbed the last few feet up the
hill, staggered through the door and to the alter, fell to his knees and
sobbed, “How could you let this happen? Have I not devoted my life to serving
you? Fighting for you? Yet you could not protect them. Why? They were innocent
women and children, elderly who had also served you. What kind of test have you
bestowed upon me? Why should I continue to fight if this is how I am repaid?”
Fueled by anger and betrayal, Rowan
rose and exited the church to survey the remains of what was once his home. As
he made his way into the village, he was met by several of his warrior
brothers. All wore the same haunted expression he knew was mirrored on his own
face. The destruction was complete. Neither building nor living creature
remained; simply charred remnants.
Allister, Rowan’s brother by blood,
laid a hand upon his shoulder, “Come brother, there is no longer anything here
for us. We will find who did this, then vengeance will be ours.”
Next Challenge is:
a story containing: Hot Fudge, Mustard and a Bottle of Wine.
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.