Sunday Scribblings: Investigate

Sunday Scribblings

The bell rang its urgent call to classes. First day of the week always held the certain rush among the students and teachers. The frenzied energy floating in the air as everyone seemed out of sync after the weekends. Students jockeyed each other hoping to get to their respectively classes minus any reprimands. It's Monday.

Adria ducked immediately into the office headquarters of the school's paper "Q" just as Rick Lineheart glanced toward her direction. The way she'd been avoiding the guy was obvious she knew and she had done it twice earlier in the day. Why did she and Lineheart always meet on corridors this day? It didn't happen before.

She stood in the middle of the room lost in thought when Lisha strode out from the ante-room. "I thought you said you were heading back to the quarry to investigate?"

"Oh, yeah. Right." Adria appeared embarrassed to have forgotten and left quickly. She did intend to visit the quarry today before her next class started.

The loose gravel crunched under her boots as she swiveled around. No soul in sight. What a perfect way to get lost or do a body dump. She strode toward the scene of last Friday's battle or encounter. She made her way careful to the spot and slowly studied the ground for telltale evidence. She took several close-up shots, hoping her camera lens were more sensitive than her eyes to see what she may not be able to see in plain light. The mid-day sun was bright but it was turning the quarry a low-level sauna. Adria concluded her investigation and headed back to the school for her afternoon classes.

Sunday Scribblings: My Backyard

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Adria's concentration dissipated again as she watched the molecular model of a compound that was the object of their report swirled in 3D animation done by one of her group mates. The five members were seated cross-legged on the floor around the low oval coffee table. Ted was in middle of showing them what they could do for their presentation as he assigned topics for each member to tackle.

Sunday Scribblings: "You Are Here"

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A picture prompt for today:

Adria and Sally browsed from one display case after another in the vast museum. The gems set in various jewelry designs made them linger to admire the dazzling creations. They were so engrossed with admiring the intricate designs that neither girl was aware someone was observing them from his secret corner before ducking away. 

Sally abruptly stopped. Panic seized her when no one from their class was in the same room with them. Heck, the other museum visitors have already drifted away leaving them alone in the room. 

"C'mon, I don't want to have a "Night in the Smithsonian" experience if I can help it."

Adria shot her friend an amused look. "It wouldn't be too bad." She strode briskly towards the interactive locator map found at the entrance of the room. A green dot flashed, "You are here...." 

Sunday Scribbling: Present

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My birthday present  was when Westlife came here  (my other blog which housed my account) for a concert! Yay! It was worth the whole in my pocket that I'm steadily sewing back now.☺

Sunday Scribblings: Shipwreck

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For Sunday Scribblings  prompt is shipwreck. To read more entries about it visit the link. ☺

Dark ship wreck 

Rick Slade, a pirate by necessity and not by trade looked in consternation  seeing the last remnants of the ship, Stella, shipwrecked now and submerged in the watery depths of the cold, dark sea. He clutched tightly on the barrel and rode on the turbulent swells as he tried to make a head count of the crew bobbing in an out of the surface of the water. He was at least relieved that the moon has slipped past a cloud and had shone brightly like a beacon. He didn't know if the men were comforted by this but for now it will  have to do. Numerous shouts rang the night as the men called out to another. It was a tactic they've thought up for situations like these. 

"Any ideas?"  Drell swam beside his first mate. 

"Inogen's spell is different this time." Rick wore a pensive frown. "We have to be careful when we meet her again." 

"And the medallion?" Drell suddenly worried as he threw a glance at the spot where Stella sank.

 "It's with me," Rick replied. "Do you think the men will throw me overboard if I do this?" He waved his hand and out from the pieces of wood floating around them, a good size boat was built. 

"If they do, I'll give them something they won't forget." Drell clenched his fist as his promise.