Writing Prompt: July 31st, 2020

Salutations writers! I’ve been doing very well, planning our wedding, getting ready to go back to school, and also lots of crying because, well, you know, life… Haha! Anyway, something that really has stuck with me in my life is the essence of the ending of summer. A song that plays in my head is always End of the Summer by Theory of a Deadman (Yes, I do listen to music other than Christian). I guess you could say I do get some nostalgia from it since I have heard it in my head every ending of the summer. I love the feeling but also mourn it, as the song plays: “It’s the end of it all. Those days are gone, it’s over now, moving on.” This is what inspired your prompt for today:

Write a scene or short story about the ending of something, or a character experiencing the end of something. Whether it be the last performance night of an onstage production; end of a season; or even the end of some type of adventure/legacy. If you’re feeling really creative, really focus on the feelings of nostalgia, reminiscence, and longing. (If you have different feelings, write those!!!)

I did it. The whole auditorium’s eyes are on me as my name is called. I step up the steps holding the cap against my head. All eyes are on me, and mine are on Principal Panch. His face burns a light red, almost as if he is holding back tears. Behind the water building up in his eyes, I could see how proud he is. How far I have come from being a freshman on house arrest. When no one else believed in me, he did.

Panch built me up. I shake his hand and hold the diploma with him in the other, and turn towards the camera. His hands were clammy, calloused, and scarred from all the work he’s done on me. I thought it would be impossible to build anything on the foundation of me, but he did it. But he dug through the diamond-darkness, installed the footings, and poured the concrete.

We hug and that’s when it hits me. It’s over. I did it. I’m… never going to see him again. I’m moving away, to go to college. My family isn’t supporting me and I’m taking all financial aid and loans, but I’m going to be alone again. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want what I’ve had built to crumble and fall…

I hold the hug and cry. The auditorium silences just a little bit. Panch kneels down.

“Hey. It’s going to be okay. It’s now your turn to maintain and take care of what WE built. You will have catastrophes where parts of it will crumble. But, now, you have the tools to rebuild, and even add on and tear down. I wouldn’t give you what we built, if I didn’t think you could do it. Because you know what? I KNOW you can do it, and you will do it, way better than I ever will.”

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Published by magicmayheim

Magically Creative Minds

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