September Writing Prompt: Describe Fall

Hey guys, September is finally here! I’m excited because it’s always been my favorite month. Fall is also my favorite season, so I’ve decided to do this month’s prompt on it. I haven’t had a single person do a prompt with me yet (tsk-tsk), but I really urge you to do this one if you have trouble with description in your writing. And also, if you do, you get 5 points in my book giveaway.

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RULES: Go out on a lovely Fall day with your notebook (paper or computer) and describe the season with your senses. Once you have all of the senses (sight, sound, touch, smell, and taste) accounted for, take your descriptions and write a short story or a poem.

Your story/poem can take place anywhere you want it to, but it needs to be during the season of Fall.

Entries are due on September 30, 2013.

Have fun and happy writing!

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Results of August Writing Prompt

For the month of August, the writing prompt was to write a summer-themed story. Here’s what I came up with. If you participated, leave me a link/or paste it in the comments!

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The Summer of Goodbye

by J.N. Cahill

Laura sighed as she made her last trek on the beach. Arms wrapped over her thin white dress, her bare feet whispered against the cool, smooth sand. When she’d first came to the beach, she’d felt like dancing on the wet sand, leaving small footprints all over. Now a part of her wished that her feet would sink, that she would keep drifting down into the sand until she’d been swallowed completely. Then maybe she could stop thinking about it. Maybe then she could stop thinking about him.

She stepped closer toward the rushing tide, bracing herself for the cold frothy water as it swept over her tanned feet. Lowering her arms to her sides, she stared out at the ocean. It was so vast and blue and wide, deeper than she could imagine. For a moment, Laura thought about simply walking into the water until her feet could no longer touch the floor and her head was submerged beneath the salty surface. How long would she last if she just kept walking? Would her body refuse, demanding oxygen? Or was she at the point that even her body no longer cared if she lived or died?

She hated thinking about suicide, but couldn’t help it. It had been on her mind a lot lately. Without Paul, life just wasn’t worth living anymore. As far as she was concerned, this was her last summer. And certainly her last walk on the beach. She never wanted to see the beach or the ocean again.

The teal-blue waves had charmed her in the beginning, but now they only reminded her of what she had lost. The golden sand, which she loved both when it was warm and dry and also when it was cool and wet, had betrayed her. The shrieking seagulls, who’d she had always found amusing, especially when one had swooped down low on the pier to try and steal her ice cream, made her ears bleed. The colorful seashells scattered here and there were broken, sharp and dangerous. Every aspect of the beach, of the ocean, was now tainted. Everywhere she looked, she only saw death.

Laura stood in the tide, goosebumps climbing up her legs to her arms, brown eyes locked on the furious waves. Those waves she especially hated; cruel waves that pulled living things under. Waves that snuffed the life out of the innocent. Waves that sought to harm and destroy until nothing was left.

She could still see Paul’s lifeless body, full of water, beached like a whale. She could see blue fingers and wet dark hair and eyes that stared into nothingness. She could hear a loud siren, or was that her screaming?

“I hope you’re happy,” she told the ocean, her voice harsh. “I won’t be back.”

Tears blurred her eyes as she recalled the better times on the beach and in the water. Pictures of her and Paul chasing one another like teenagers do when they’re in love. The two of them clinging to one another in the water, laughing as small waves her mother had affectionately named “bellyflops” smashed against their midriffs. Her and him seated on colorful beach towels eating ice cream and cold sandwiches. Watching the evening waves come in and knock down their pathetic excuse for a sandcastle. Endless walks along where the water met the sand, rough hand against smooth, eyes sparkling against the beginning or dying light of the sun.

She heard his happy voice whispering in her ear. Smelled his strong coconut sunscreen. Felt his warm skin against hers and saw his light, teasing eyes. Most of all, she felt the love between them still so strong, even when he was gone, two hours away in a family cemetery. Yet she knew he wasn’t there–he would always be here to her. They’d met here. She’d lost him here. Anywhere else didn’t matter to her.

Laura felt the warm tears dripping down her face, felt her shoulders shaking, and heard the harsh sobs escaping her lips, but it was like she was looking down at herself from a far away distance. While she grieved, numbness slowly entered her and made itself a home. Her fingers reached up to flick the tears away. She watched as one went sailing into the tide. It seemed fitting somehow. “Goodbye forever,” she whispered.

Then Laura turned and marched back to the hotel. She took a shower before leaving, washing away every grain of sand and every bit of salt. She threw away her sunscreen and left her collected seashells in the bathroom sink. But when she finally arrived home after a hectic plane trip, she still found sand in her bags. A seashell hidden in her purse. Sitting on the neatly made bed in her room, she held the perfect shell, one Paul had collected just for her, and began to cry all over again. She never returned to the ocean, but the shell went everywhere with her.

Thoughts? Let me know.

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Writing Prompt for August–Write a Summer Themed Story

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Hey guys, it’s finally August! We’ve been getting tons of rain my area all throughout the month of July, so I’m glad to see it go. Hopefully August will be less rainy. I’ll miss summer, but I can’t wait for my favorite season–Autumn!

To celebrate the last month of summer, I thought it would be fun to write a summer themed story.

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RULES: Write an summer themed story.

Your story can take place anywhere you want it to, but it needs to be set in the summer.

Entries are due on August 30, 2013.

Have fun and happy writing!

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Result of June’s Writing Prompt

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Here’s my writing prompt for June. The prompt was to write a screenplay scene. Let me know what you think. If you also did a prompt, please link me to it.

 

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Scene Prompt

EXT. FRANKFORD HIGH FOOTBALL FIELD – RIGHT BEFORE SUNSET

A young couple, BRETT and LENA, walk hand in hand across the football field and to the bleachers. The sun is about ten minutes from beginning to set. The grass is green and vibrant and the field lines have been freshly painted, ready for the new school year. When BRETT and LENA arrive at the deep blue metal bleachers, they turn to one another, still holding hands.

BRETT is wearing their school’s senior T-shirt, which is dark blue with a lime green snapping turtle on the front, and jeans with black athletic sneakers. He has blondish-orange hair swept back from his face, peach skin dotted with orangey freckles, and piercing green eyes.

LENA is wearing a black tank top which shows neon pink bra straps beneath, and dark denim shorts. Dirty white flip-flops on are her feet. Her toes and nails are painted neon pink and a silver locket dangles from her neck. She has her long black hair up into a ponytail. Her skin is a shade darker than his, no freckles, and her eyes are a dark brown.

BRETT

I can’t believe it’s time.

LENA sighs wistfully, a small smile forming on her lips.

LENA

I know. This summer just flew by, huh?

BRETT quietly laughs.

BRETT

I guess that’s how the last summers go.

LENA

Who said it’s the last summer?

BRETT

Well, it’s our last summer.

LENA frowns, dropping BRETT’S hand. She wipes at her forehead with the freed hand.

BRETT

Oh, come on, Lena. You know it is.

LENA looks away from him, pouting. She crosses her arms over her chest.

BRETT sighs.

BRETT

Lena, I love you. You know that.

LENA spins around quickly.

LENA

Then why can’t we try to make this work?

BRETT looks frustrated before sighing again.

BRETT

You know why. You saw the link I sent you. Long-distance just doesn’t work. I don’t want to ruin what we have. Better to end things now as friends and if we’re supposed to be, then we’ll get back together.

LENA

So you’re cool with the idea that I might meet someone who makes me forget about you?

BRETT frowns.

BRETT

Of course not. But this is for the best, really.

LENA snorts.

LENA

And it’s easier to hook up with other people when you’re not in a LDR, right?

BRETT

LDR?

LENA sighs.

LENA

Long Distance Relationship?

BRETT

Oh. No, that’s not the reason. I don’t want to hook up with anyone but you. But I don’t want to ruin this relationship by letting it die over time. I know some people can handle it, and I wish I could say I was one of them, but I’m not. I’m sorry for being weak.

BRETT looks down at the ground as if in defeat.

LENA’S face softens. She sighs.

LENA

I guess I can’t blame you for being honest, huh? Okay. Maybe it is for the best. It hurts, though. It hurts to let you go. It feels like. It feels like giving up.

BRETT shakes his head and reaches for her hand again.

BRETT

It’s not. We’ll still be there for one another, but there won’t be as much pressure. We’re going to have enough of that as it is. Why not just enjoy what we had and hope that when we are closer together, that we still feel the same?

LENA looks at him for a moment before slowly nodding.

LENA

Yeah.

BRETT pulls LENA to him and hugs her.

BRETT

We’ll be okay, Lena. We always are, right?

LENA nods, watching over BRETT’S shoulder as the sun begins to set.

LENA

Yeah. We are.

BRETT and LENA watch the sunset for a moment before they reluctantly separate just enough that BRETT has his arm around LENA. They start walking back to LENA’S house together for the last time.

 

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Writing Prompt for June–Write a Screenplay Scene

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Hey guys, it’s June. Hope you are enjoying the beginning of your summer.

I thought I’d think outside of the box for this month’s prompt. It’s something I have never tried before, but always wanted to.

RULES: Write an original screenplay scene.

Here is an example of how a screenplay is supposed to look like. I want you to write a scene, not an entire screenplay (well, you can write an entire screenplay if you really want, but I’m just asking for one scene…). It can be anything you want, as long as it’s original.

Here’s another helpful site for writing a scene.

Entries are due on June 30, 2013.

Have fun and happy writing!

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Result of May’s Writing Prompt

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Here’s my writing prompt for May. May’s prompt was to write a short story without any prior planning. I will keep the story prompt on Wattpad.com for a short time.

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Sidewalk Girl by J.N. Cahill

If you decide to check out my story, please let me know what you think and if you believe I succeeded with the prompt. If you participated and want to share, please paste your result (link to the story or you can post your actual story if you want).

 

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Result of April’s Writing Prompt

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Here’s my writing prompt for April. April’s prompt was to write a short story based off of a song. What song did I pick? Well, I’ve actually been wanting to write a story based off this song since I pretty much first heard it. The song I picked was Happy Birthday by The Birthday Massacre (in love with this band now).

It’s a pretty violent song so my story, of course, ended up being a bit…well, violent. So you’ve been warned. Don’t click on my story link if you are easily scared or oppose violent content. While writing this, I ended up being inspired by other songs as well–mostly by The Birthday Massacre.

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The Birthday Bash by J.N. Cahill

If you decide to check out my story, please let me know what you think and if you believe I succeeded with the prompt. I’m thinking of maybe expanding this into a book one day.

Here’s the lyrics to Happy Birthday by The Birthday Massacre as well as a link to listen to their song:

I think my friend said, “I hear footsteps”
I wore my black and white dress to the birthday massacre
Birthday massacre, birthday
I wore my black and white dress
I think my friend said, “Stick it in the back of her head”
I think my friend said, “Two of them are sisters”
“I’m a murder tramp, birthday boy,” I think I said
“I’m gonna bash them in, bash them in,” I think he said
Then we wished them all a happy birthday
We kissed them all goodnight
Now he chases me to my room, chases me to my room, chases me
In my black and red dress
I think my friend said, “Don’t forget the video”
I think my friend said, “Don’t forget to smile”
“You’re a murder tramp, murder tramp,” I think he said
“You’re a murder boy, birthday boy,” I think I said
I think my friend said, “Stick it in the back of her head”
I think my friend said, “Two of them are sisters”
“I’m a murder tramp, birthday boy,” I think I said
“I’m gonna bash them in, bash them in,” I think he said
I think my friend said, “Don’t forget the video”
I think my friend said, “Don’t forget to smile”
“You’re a murder tramp, murder tramp,” I think he said
“You’re a murder boy, birthday boy,” I think I said

© The Birthday Massacre

YouTube link to listen to the song

Other Songs that Inspired this Story:

Just For by Nickelback, Bully by Shinedown, Thoughtless by Korn, I Get Wicked by Thousand Foot Krutch, It Ends Tonight by The All-American Rejects, Wrapped in Your Arms by Fireflight, Getting Away With Murder by Papa Roach, Play With Fire, Horror Show, Alibis, and Leaving Tonight by The Birthday Massacre.

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