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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Black (10/15/09)

TITLE: Into the Darkness
By Debra Elliott
10/17/09


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Darkened by the surrounding night, I crept along the brick wall. No stars shone in the sky. No lanterns were lit. I could not see what was in front of me, only feel. The cold, piercing night air whipped around my shoulders, shriving through my whole body.

I pulled my woolen shawl tightly against my chest and continued on my quest. I had heard the rumors circulating at the town well. I, at twelve was curious. I had to see for myself!

Was the so-called Messiah really in the cave? Was He really dead?
I could fell the dirt and gravel give beneath my bare feet. I must be getting closer to the cave. What would I find?

I inched closer and closer into the pitch-black darkness. My heart beat faster in my chest. I reached the cave without incident. I praised my God, nobody had seen me.

I would be severely punished if caught. The Roman guards would molest me or even worse. My father would disown me. I stumbled and fell. I landed on a rock. It was the cave! The burial cave of Jesus.

I wanted to go inside, but that was impossible. I couldn't move the huge stone that protected the entrance.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I awoke as the sun was coming up in the Eastern sky. The stone was no longer protecting the cave. No guards in sight, so I entered the cave.

A strange feeling entranced me. I felt peace. I don't know if the Messiah had really been in the cave
or the story was only a village rumor, but I went away no longer in the dark.


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Jan Ackerson 10/26/09
Good job with this resurrection story.

Since you had words left over, I would have liked to know more about your narrator. Who is he? What is is relationship to Jesus? What happened next?

Really good application of the topic word.
Allen Stark10/26/09
More, more, more! You ended too abruptly. I felt the narrator was a she, not a he, because of the woolen shawl. I kind of feel as though I was left in the dark.
Rachel Phelps10/27/09
I love the concept, but I agree with the previous posts that extra information would have helped.

This is a personal preference, but I also felt this might have benefitted from a present-tense telling. It had an in-the-moment feel, which I found very appealing.