August Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

August repeated to the silence. ​---

After a minute and a half, my phone lit up to notify me that August had replied. August: Oh. I haven’t. I don’t think my mom and I actually ate. My dad isn’t home so no one prepared our dinner. Me: Do you want me to send you food? August: No. We’ll eat now. Thanks for the daily reminder. Me: What would you do without me? Hahaha August: Oh how could I ever survive? August: I’ll see you tomorrow. I knew then it was time to say goodnight. Me: I’ll see you then. Goodnight.

A comfortable silence settled in the air as I fiddled with the sleeves of my sweatshirt. Should I ask? I want to? But will I get an answer? Probably not. “Just ask your question,” August said, not looking away from the road. My brows furrowed. “How do you know?” I asked. He pointed to my sleeves, and I remembered. He said I did that when I had something on my mind. Oh. “Just respond with a yes or no, okay?” I asked. “Okay.” He responded. Taking a deep breath, I nodded.

So instead of arguing, I just took what he was giving to me to stop him. "What should I do?" "Look for a dead human and then read that to announce their death, that's all." I just nodded. I think it was easy but also difficult. Seeing them with such a horrible death it's kinda painful. But Augustus ignored his father's will and he still went at night. Agusto grew up without friends and his only pleasure was a firefly. so Agusto was not afraid to make a way to get fireflies in the middle of the farm.

Bright interrupted Charles’ thoughts. “We will be in touch.” August didn’t wait for his answer and left with his partner stern-faced from all the drama. Apparently, the richer the family, the richer the drama. They were both thinking it, but none of them dared to point it out lest they might get called out by each other. “Where are we going?” Bright finally broke the silence once they were far from the earshot of the mansion. August was driving timidly. “I don’t know about you, but I feel like the longer we stay with this case, the longer our lives will be the worse for it.”

Could hold grudges in ways that were concerning for someone so young. I tried to talk to August that night. Knocked on his door, asked if we could talk about feelings. He said no through the door. Said he was organizing his rocks and needed quiet. I respected that, gave him space, hoped he'd process and come around. But the next morning August was still quiet. Still organizing things. Still not wanting to talk about Carter. And when I asked if he was excited for Carter's visit tomorrow, August just shrugged. "I don't know if I want to see him." August said it flatly. "I'm still mad."

August's POV There are so many projects! There are a lot of fees, especially for group projects. Are you wondering why I am complaining? Hell, we only have a scrapbook project in our social science and I really can't imagine what the connection is. We should put the memorable things in our life. What should I put? My puzzle? Oh my gosh. This project is worthless. "August, we can just pay for you. It's just a small thing." Lisa promised me with a smile.

As she opens the door, August looks up and makes eye contact with her, and in one swift motion, she puts her finger to her lips in a sign for him to keep quiet, he frowns but nods an 'ok' "August, love. I'm thinking we should go out for dinner tonight. I have a new dress I'm dying to try on." She says while sitting on his desk next to him. His frown deepens but he plays along, "sure, I could use a change of scenery, where would you like to go?" Emily quickly grabs a pen, crosses her legs so her dress slides up and writes on her exposed leg BUGS PLANTED BY DAD August's eyes widen and he looks at her again, she tucks her hair behind her ear and exposes her palm, this time she's written a mess

ME: Your dad’s not gonna be home either. ME: So dinner’s on us. AUGUST: Us? You mean me. ME: Fine. You. ME: Just grab something on your way back. AUGUST: What do you want? ME: Anything. I’m starving. AUGUST: Careful. That sounds like you’d eat me too. ME: 🤦🏽‍♀️ Just bring food, clown. AUGUST: Pizza and shakes? ME: Perfect. Don’t be late.