30 Days of Writing Prompts: Day Five

A little information before I get into my actual story.

This idea was created by Ali from HardbackHoarder on YouTube. She’s posting a prompt every day to get her, and anyone who participates, creative juices flowing. I found it to be such a fantastic idea. I think it will help get us all in shape for the crazy month that is the National Novel Writing Month. You may even find inspiration for dialogue, characters, or plots within these prompts! Anything can happen.

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Day Five: Include these three things: A campfire, lightning bugs, and a note.

This prompt was found at OTP Prompts

The summer breeze blew through the trees that surrounded the small campsite. It’s not really a campsite, at least not one people knew about or that could be found on a map. Jada had found it years before Sam came into her life.

Sam wished, for the thousandth time, that she’s met her long before she had. They would’ve had more time.

The fire she built was minuscule and flickered threateningly in the wind. A small part of her hoped it’d go out.

She stood and put her hands in her pockets, feeling the crinkle of the smooth paper under her fingers. Her fists clenched to keep from trembling. With her back to the fire and she could see the flashes of light flying in and out of the trees.

Jada loved this place and Sam could never understand why though they’d been here plenty of times. How could the beauty of nature possibly compare to the beauty of Jada?

Before the incident the answer was simple: it couldn’t. But now she could see how alike Jada and the nature surrounding her were. Like the lightning bugs, she was a light in the darkness calling to Sam, flickering with warmth like the fire. Jada was the tree’s that surrounded and protected her, and the hesitant but strong breeze of the night.

This is where she could feel Jada. She couldn’t feel her in the small cemetery behind the run-down church. How could she?

Here’s where her memories of Jada lived, where she would hold them forever. Locked away.

Sam pulled the crumpled paper from her pocket almost harshly. Cursing herself for being so weak. She wished she were as strong as Jada was.

Sammy Sam,

It’s your birthday! Yay! You’re not my underage nugget anymore! You’re my of age nugget. I’m not sure why I’m writing this note because I’ll probably never give it to you. I’ve never been good at writing…you know that. I’d much rather tell you everything in person, but you mentioned the other day how cute and romantic you think hand written notes are.

Only for you.

You know how much I love you, I know you do. You tell me all the time that my feelings for you are loud and clear. Which makes sense…I think in general I’m a loud and clear person. But I never want to stop reminding you.

You deserve the world, Sam. I intend to be the one to give it to you. Every single day for the rest of our lives. Until there’s nothing else I could possibly give you, of myself or the world. You’ll have it all.

My heart is your heart. Your happiness is my purpose.

Yours forever until infinite,


The tears weren’t coming. Sam wanted them to come, she wanted the satisfaction of feeling her sorrow leave her drop by drop. Streaking down her face. The sorrow wasn’t leaving.

It never will.

Jada was more than the love of her life. She was her best friend, confidant, protector, supporter, happiness, soulmate, and so much more that could never be replaced.

Anger rose in her, quick and relentless. It was stolen from her, all of it. Her life, love, happiness. Jada was taken from her as quickly as an eagle dives for a field mouse and just as unforgiving.

She lifted the note, ready to rip it down the middle. She wanted to throw it in the fire, yell and scream. Punch the trees and stomp the ground.

A single lightning bug stops her. A single tiny, flickering lightning bug settled on the note.

Her anger vanished just as quickly as it appeared and all she could do was smile at the soul she felt was within that tiny life.

She smiled at the memories this place held for her. She smiled at her love, at her life. She smiled at Jada’s strength until the very end. At that moment she made a silent promise.

Only for you, Jada. I will continue living.


Book Review: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

“Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers.” – The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

Official Synopsis

January 1946: Writer Juliet Ashton receives a letter from a stranger, a founding member of the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. And so begins a remarkable tale of the island of Guernsey during the German occupation, and of a society as extraordinary as its name.


5/5 Stars

If I’m being honest this book was on my list before I knew anything about it. Who wouldn’t be interested in a book with such a fantastic title as The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society? The title drew me in and before I ever held the book in my hands, I had so many questions: What is Guernsey? Or where? Why does the name of a supposed literary society include ‘Potato Peel Pie’? What is a potato peel pie? I finally found this book at Barnes & Noble about a week ago and discovered what it’s about. Being a history buff, and definitely a lover of historical fiction, I knew I had to start this book immediately.

Mary Ann Shaffer and her niece Annie Barrows quickly became two of my favorite authors for bringing me such an amazing piece of art. I was sad to find out this was Shaffer’s first and last book because she passed away, but happy that Barrows has another work called The World According to Us. This wasn’t one of those books that began slowly for me, I didn’t need to read the first 50 pages to completely fall in love with it. I fell in love on page 1.

There’s something so unique and enticing about reading a story by way of letters written by the characters and sent to one another. This style brings you so much closer to the characters, you find out who they are based on their words and experiences rather than looking through the eyes of one or two narrators. Eventually, it got to the point that I didn’t need to look to see who the current writer was. I knew each character based on their personality and their words. Juliet Ashton was a fluent and esteemed writer, witty and excitable. Dawsey Adams formal and short-winded, but so obviously loving and selfless. I got to know every character on a deeper level than ever before.

I put off finishing this book deliberately. It’s one that I never wanted to end, I didn’t want to leave their world or their lives behind. I would read this book forever if it would have gone on that long, so when I suddenly had only 30 pages left I did everything I could to stop reading it. I needed to live with and love it for a bit longer. Finally, I couldn’t resist picking it back up and finishing it (I lasted less than a day without it). It ended just as beautifully as it began, but with added bitterness on my part.

This book deserves to be read and loved by many people. A beautifully constructed tale of life after World War II on the island of Guernsey. Budding friendships, love, and the families people made for themselves when they lost everything else. It deserves more than five stars.