ABC Tag!

I’ve done several tags recently, and I’ve got to say, this one might’ve been the most creative yet. Thank you so much to the girls over at Sisters Three (Kayti, Jaidie, and Rissy) for tagging me and making up this tag! This was so much fun – and kind of hard, too!

Rules

1. Thank the person who nominated you and link back to the original blog! Thank you Sisters Three!
2. Include the hastily constructed graphic in your post! (lol)
3. You must write a 26 sentence story each sentence starting with a letter from the alphabet. (Example, first sentence starts with a, second with b, third with c, and down through the whole alphabet!)
4. Nominate 7 bloggers or writers to do the challenge!
5. Have fun! (And try not to get stuck on x and z….lol…)

All right, here goes …

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A single chance.

Because if I didn’t make it across this blazing hot beach, those pirates would forever keep milady’s rightful treasure.

Cursed fools.

Daring to steal her gold, her priceless heirloom jewels.

Even the cannons on the side of that ship wouldn’t keep me from fulfilling my duty.

For what?

Gold, jewels, silver?

Heavenly treasure was so much greater – and so was the rest of the treasure they’d taken.

I regripped my cutlass, sweat slicking the handle as those unseen marauders waited on that ghastly ship, behind those tall rocks, everywhere … just waiting for me to make my move.

Just waiting.

Killing wasn’t hard for those men.

Life, to them, held no value.

Mine included.

Nay—their roaring guns and slashing swords wouldn’t stop me.

Overwhelming odds wouldn’t delay me.

Priceless jewels weren’t my true aim—but fulfilling a duty, a duty to protect, to defend, to honor a vow I’d never gotten the chance to utter.

Quite a high calling.

Riches held no allure, but faithfulness did.

So I drew in a breath, whispered a prayer, gathered my legs under me.

“The body they may kill, God’s truth abideth still …“

Unless God shielded me, I was already dead … but His truth still wouldn’t change, His love would remain.

Violent pirates held no power over the Lord of all.

With my trembling hand, I pressed the hastily-drawn map flat against the heated sand.

X marked the spot.

Yonder lay that treasure – and milady, who was the richest treasure they could’ve take from me.

Zephyrs drifted from the ocean, soft, drying the sweat and blood on my face … so I stood and ran—not for myself, but for milady and for my God.

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Well, that got interesting in a hurry. Little dramatic, huh? (That’s what happens with mostly-unedited me. Mind you, it was edited … some. And those transitions are really hard with having to move on to a different letter.

Now it is your turn!

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I Tag …

Grace Johnson

Alyssa @ Seeking the Timeless Anchor

Sherrice @ Penlightenment

Bethany @ A Ruby in the Rough

Grace M. Morris

Kate Willis @ Once Upon an Ordinary

And you!