Create-a-Story Tag!

It took me a bit longer than I had intended to get around to this, but thank you Aria for nominating me for this tag! If you haven’t read her original post yet, make sure to check it out HERE!

  1. You pick your first word, your setting, and your story genre from the list below. As individuals, your brand of creativity is unique to you, so we want to highlight that by letting you choose from a bunch of words and creating something beautiful out of it.
    First Word Setting Genre
    Slice of Life
  2. The short story will have a limit of 1000 words. You do not need to write a story with 1000 words exactly. It could be 300, or 500 as long as it doesn’t surpass a thousand.
  4. You must tag three people to participate.
  5. Don’t forget to link back to Keiko (use her latest post for now) so she can collect all the stories. You can’t just link back to her WordPress, since she won’t be alerted of the pingback. You need to link back to a post or a page, because WordPress works like this.
  6. Use the Create-A-Story picture in the post.
  7. Copy and paste the rules in your tag post as well, so others can be clued in to the Create-A-Story rules.

Soft, dulcet music drifted through the school hallways, the late afternoon sun casting an orange glow through the windows. A young boy, his uniform marking him a freshman, sits on the ground in the hallway, listening to the soft music. The sign above the door noted “Music Room.”

The boy didn’t look into the room. He didn’t need to. After all, he knew what he’d see, just the same as he had seen so many times before. Oh, the music has stopped now. After just a moment, the door opens, and a girl steps from the room.

Her uniform marking her a Senior of the same school, her long black hair flowed freely down her back, fluttering and bouncing slightly as she exited the room, bowing before closing the door and leaving. She did not notice the boy… no, she never had.

The boy entered the room himself now, a sad smile on his face. The large grand piano sat near the window of the classroom, just as it always had. The ivory keys shone lightly with the sweat of the girl who had been playing them just recently, a sign of her dedication, her daily effort to improve. How long had it been, that he’d been watching her practice? Longer than he could recall.

Looking to the cabinet, his eyes rested on the trophy that sat there… a second place reward for a piano competition. The name written there, “Airi Takahashi.” The name of the girl he so admired.

He had been watching her silently for far longer than he cared to admit. Though she would never know, never understand… He simply wondered how much longer he could keep going. Of course, things are never that simple, and… he knew he could never reach her. Never truly stand by her side.

He was startled as suddenly, the door to the music room opened once more, a female form silhouetted against the orange light streaming through the windows. Airi entered the room once more, walking over to the piano to retrieve a note sheet that had fallen to the floor beneath the bench, unnoticed.

Unnoticed again, the boy gave a pained smile as he watched the beautiful girl leave the room once more. But… as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t reach out to her. The poor, solitary beauty, who poured her soul into her music, shunning friendships and personal relations… He could only watch, and hope, that she could save herself.

After all. This was all his fault to begin with.

It had been raining that night… Dressed in a suit, matched to her dress, he had rushed across the city to attend the piano competition of his girlfriend. Circumstances had kept him tied up at school until late, and he had promised her that he’d be there. Finally, just in time, he’d made it to the venue. The lights of the concert hall reflected off the pooled water, and in his excitement, he’d made a final dash towards the entrance.

A squeal of tires… a rasp of metal… and the ground seemed suddenly so, so far below him.

The next thing he remembered… he was laying face-up on the ground, and… the cold… the overwhelming cold…

Flashing lights, red and blue…

And her face… Tear-streaked, her makeup running down her cheeks…

He would always regret those words he chose to say to her that day, as she held him, stroking his cheek.

“Airi… please… keep on playing…”

Of course, he’d meant the piano. Something she was so talented at, that brought her so much joy… but because of a few stupid words of his, it had become a chain that bound her.

Lost in thought, he looked up to realize he’d followed Airi without thinking about it. White walls, white curtains, white floors… Airi knelt next to a bed where a pitiful figure lay, unmoving, tubes and monitors connected all across the feeble frame. She held the hand of the body, saying nothing.

The boy shook his head. He knew it was hopeless. He lifted his arm, staring at where his hands had once been, only air now lay at the end of his translucent arms. He had been more corporeal, years ago, but now… he was fading.

However… His beloved Airi. The one who he had trapped in these chains of sadness. The woman he loved more than any other. The past three years, he had spend by her side, without her knowing. A paltry amount of time, all things considered, since they’d known each other all their lives. But…

Well… he would stay by her side as long as he could. Until he faded away completely… until the reapers came for his soul… he would stay by her side. Stay by her, and pray that she would find a way to heal, and to once more, be happy.

Well, there we go! Hopefully that meets all the requirements. I know it’s a bit late but it’s still close enough to Halloween that a ghost story seems appropriate, don’t you think? Anyways, another big thanks to Keiko for creating this awesome collab, and to Aria for nominating me to take part!! I’m a bit late to the party, so i’m not going to nominate anyone lest I do a bunch of repeat nominations for people who’ve already done the collab. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this, and i’ll see you all in the next post!!!

4 thoughts on “Create-a-Story Tag!

  1. Beautiful story, I really like your writing! This is my favourite line: “The ivory keys shone lightly with the sweat of the girl who had been playing them just recently, a sign of her dedication, her daily effort to improve.”


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