We’ve all heard that phrase, “Live like you are dying.” It’s not terrible advice, per se. But living like death is just around the corner doesn’t and shouldn’t look the same for everyone…
Check out today’s writing prompt, centered around this phrase, and my completed version of it, in today’s post.
Today’s Writing Prompt: The day he started living like he was dying…
Write about the day a character who encounters some distressing news decides to do something he’s never done before– to really start living life to the fullest.
When completing today’s writing prompt, write from the third-person omniscient perspective. Try to write at least 300 words.
Keep scrolling to see my completed version of this writing prompt.
Tip for Completing Today’s Writing Prompt:
When completing this writing prompt, get creative. Consider what would motivate someone to do something that’s very out of character for them. And what type of activity would make them feel alive again, reinvigorated? Consider something you’ve always wanted to do, but haven’t gotten a chance to do yet, if you need some insight into where to start.
The Day He Started to Live Like He Was Dying, by K.E. Creighton
He inched up slowly, right next to the edge overlooking the choppy ocean. Then he looked straight ahead and saw bright greens and blues everywhere. It was stunning and surreal. And all he wanted to do at that moment, was vomit.
What in the actual hell had he been thinking? Thank God he didn’t do it. He could have died!
He had been so desperate for a change after he was laid off from his dream job last year. Well, after he had been publically humiliated and destroyed, actually. So distraught, in fact, he probably would have done anything. Well, almost anything, as it turns out.
In the midst of a self-loathing drunken stupor, some of his friends from college (that still occasionally smoke weed on the weekends) had convinced him it was a good idea to base jump off a cliff somewhere in Ireland. “YOLO,” they kept chanting ironically, at first, but then so often it eventually became more of a lame anthem.
But when his stomach betrayed him on the cliffside (he did actually end up losing his breakfast of eggs and potatoes) he decided he didn’t want to keep screaming YOLO with those charming buffoons. At least not there, and not like that. His mind and heart were not in it. And he had always been scared to death of the ocean anyway, ever since he had seen that one terrifying documentary about sharks as a kid. It was probably irrational, this fear of the ocean. But maybe not. And so what?!
So, he had journeyed to the local pub by himself to sulk some more after leaving his friends on the cliffside screaming their lame anthem. And he was especially broody then after he had further humiliated himself, refusing to jump.
But while he was sitting there drinking his stout, he realized what he needed to do in order to really live. To really feel alive. Open a brewery!
That was the day he started to live, and not die. The day he decided not to jump off a cliff.
[All Rights Reserved by K.E. Creighton and Creighton’s Compositions LLC. The above work is a piece of fiction. All names and locations referred to are the product of the author’s imagination and are used entirely for fictional purposes. Any similarities to real-life persons or places are purely coincidental.]
Notes on Completing this Writing Prompt
This writing prompt was fun to write. And as I was writing it, I realized: Sometimes what will really make you feel alive isn’t necessarily what makes you think you’ll die. Living doesn’t always have to be an extreme sport, and neither does writing. But both should have you saying, “Carpe diem.”