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SUMMER WRITING PROMPTS
[attr="class","summwridan1"]1. lightning bugs / fireflies
[attr="class","summwridan1"]2. summer blockbuster
[attr="class","summwridan1"]3. sweets + treats
[attr="class","summwridan1"]4. sunburn
[attr="class","summwridan1"]5. humidity
[attr="class","summwridan1"]6. beach day
[attr="class","summwridan1"]7. thunderstorms
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[attr="class","summwridan1"]8. concerts
[attr="class","summwridan1"]9. cookout
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[attr="class","summwridan1"]10. fireworks
[attr="class","summwridan1"]11. lazy days
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[attr="class","summwridan1"]12. fire + ice
[attr="class","summwridan1"]13. water fight
[attr="class","summwridan1"]14. amusement park
[attr="class","summwridan1"]15. picnic
[attr="class","summwridan1"]16. fly a kite
[attr="class","summwridan1"]17. carnival
[attr="class","summwridan1"]18. roadtrip
[attr="class","summwridan1"]19. electrical black out
[attr="class","summwridan1"]20. bonfire
[attr="class","summwridan1"]21. s'mores
[attr="class","summwridan1"]22. sunset / sunrise
[attr="class","summwridan1"]23. stargazing
[attr="class","summwridan1"]24. vacation
[attr="class","summwridan1"]25. lemonade
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[attr="class","summwridan1"]26. spooky stories
[attr="class","summwridan1"]27. camping trip
[attr="class","summwridan1"]28. hiking
[attr="class","summwridan1"]29. family reunion
[attr="class","summwridan1"]30. school's out

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xii. - fire + ice
Give and take—a dance shared in myriad betwixt two lovers.
The start burns bright. But like all flames, it burns out all too soon.
Fire—passion, excitement, the spark that forms among the meeting of two souls.
They call it the honeymoon phase: happiness and pure admiration of one another.
How hadn't they noticed the way that their lover's one little fault drives them crazy?
It eats away at their nerves, and the little fault expands.
Why did they never notice that they can't stand the person before them?
Love is blinding.
No sooner does their love burn bright that it soon burns out.
Things grow cold.
Love turns to arguments, arguments turn to hate.
Ice—abhorrence, absence, the gust that makes two hearts jaded.
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x. - fireworks
"Ground control, come in."

No answer.

"Ground control, please respond. I don't think I'm making it back alive."

Silence remained on the other end.

After several keystrokes at his controls, he'd attempted to contact someone, anyone who could hear him. All that he received in response equated to crackling static. Like ground control remained unreachable from his distance. His breaths fell conserved, attempting to use what little oxygen remained carefully. At the rate things were going, either he'd die due to lack of oxygen, or perhaps something worse. The rattling of his rickety ship gave him an inkling to otherwise. Atmospheric entry was a fear of all astronauts, it equaled burn up upon re-entry. There was no going back now. He'd burn alive.

"If anyone can hear me, anyone... This is goodbye."

No sooner had the ship caught fire in its return to earth, the speed in its descent along with the atmospheric pressure caused the entire shuttle to burst. As smaller embers of shrapnel fell from the sky, so did what dared to remain of the ship's lone passenger.

To onlookers, the display raining down seemed to be nothing but another array of fireworks in the summer's night sky.
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xxvi. - spooky stories
If truth be told, all stories out there start with a spark. Maybe inspiration from something long before the author's time. A real life event could shape the base of a mystery. Maybe one's own love could shape that of romance. But where do spooky stories branch from? What happens to be their own basis of creation? Are they inspired by more ghastly appearances? Maybe events that have no prior connection. Or, perhaps, they could be real?

While indeed, the idea itself sounds ludicrous, bear with me for a moment. Dreams are based off of what people have envisioned. Faces, names, even conversations are buried deep within a person's psyche. Now what of the monsters that lay waiting within our dreams? Yes, some can be inspired from imagination, but surely imagination has its own limits? Something about the demons in our dreams seems hauntingly familiar. Make haste, they see you now. Fortunately you can open your eyes and they'll disappear. But they're waiting. Waiting for you to drift back to sleep once more.

Even the stories themselves tend to give others a sense of deja vu. You've heard of it before right? Despite this being the first time you've heard of this story? Eyes among the trees watching, you've felt the sensation once or twice before. Danger lurking in the confides of your own safe place. Monsters are real, they're not just stories. They lurk at the very precipice of the shadows, waiting to prey on unsuspecting victims. Who knows? The next story you hear may be one that hits close to home. Spooky stories are much more than stories, and I'm so sorry to have opened your eyes to the realm.

Be alert, they're watching you now.
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viii. concerts
Although the venue provided a nice, cool breeze, the people crowded in from wall-to-wall made it feel like an oven. Or maybe that was just typical Mortimer -- he can't help it he's a fairly sweaty guy compared to most. The drummer wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and squinted past the bright lights on stage. Typically he was one of the few on stage, but this time he found himself in the crowd. Not that he minded in the slightest. It was nice not having attention focused on him and his bandmates for once. (Although they focused on the others more, he imagined. No one wanted to pay attention to the sweaty drummer for the most part.) Through his squinted vision, he caught sight of a few people readying themselves on stage before the vocalist finally addressed the crowd. Her mezzo-soprano seemed to soothe the bright lights nearly tenfold.

The band on stage became easier to make out. Some of the members looked like complete strangers, others were faces he grew acquainted to. The face that stuck out the most was their drummer. Morty knew her well. After all, she claimed to be a huge fan of his when they'd first met. He appreciated her enthusiasm, he definitely did. But really, he didn't think he deserved the praise he got from the fledgling drummer. If anything, he admired her drive to become someone great. That's why he was here, to show his support to the same person who'd offered the same to him. Weekly practice that went on for what felt like forever, and tonight offered the chance to see just how great she could be. After the vocalist introduced their band, all further thoughts died as the crowd gave a cacophony of cheers.

As soon as they started, Morty found himself focused on Cameron's playing. What could he say? He was a sucker for drums. And her work on a five-piece set was remarkable. As he listened, he felt the vibrations of the drums in the hollow of his chest along with the blooming sense of pride. Pride to see someone close to him give her all. Pride to see her enjoying herself.

Song after song, he noted the fatigue that slowly poured its way into the band. They were good. Not exactly made for the stamina of a solid hour of playing. But as he noted the way sweat glistened off of the drummer, it was hard not to notice the way Morty's eyes solely fixated on her. Cameron was talented, funny, breathtaking, gorgeous... In his eyes, she was nothing short of incredible. The more he listened, the harder it was to say that pride was the only thing he felt, and even harder to deny just what else he felt.

He was falling for his friend, and falling hard.