Create-A-Story Tag

So Keiko is awesome and came up with this amazing Create-A-Story tag that I’ve been very late on answering.

Thank you, Luminous Mongoose, for tagging me over a month ago ;___;

I know I’m breaking the rules a bit here since I took so long to get back to it, but I’ve only really started to actually think about writing a story since last week so I’m safe, right? No, probably not…

It’s not a great story, I’m sorry. And it’s not explicitly yuri like LM had wished for. It’s not even fictional. It doesn’t deserve a title so I’m not giving it one. But still, I needed to respond to this tag before things got too out-of-hand!

Rules

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 yours, so we want to highlight that by letting you choose from a bunch of words and creating something beautiful out of it.

First Word
Fall
Fire
Music
Station
Rain

Setting
Hospital
Mountain
Sea
School
Street

Genre
Comedy
Drama
Slice of Life
Romance
Tragedy

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.
3. YOU HAVE TWO WEEKS TO ANSWER THE TAG.
4. You must tag three people to participate.
5. Don’t forget to link back to Keiko (this is her story) so she can collect all the stories.
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.

So in case it wasn’t clear, I went with Music + Street + Drama.

I tag (and I’m sorry if you’ve already been tagged; at one point I wanted to make a map of the people who have been tagged for this Create-A-Story tag but I chickened out):

Heyitszel – I know you’re super busy but maybe you can find some time to flex your writing skills for us?

DerekL – Pretty please?

Moyatorium – Please do this? I have a feeling you’d be really good at it.


Story

I glanced at the phone. A minute til 7 a.m. About time to call her, I guess.

After pausing the anime music I had blaring on my mobile device, I tried my best to get comfortable as I went into my contacts and dialed a certain number. It rang twice before she picked up.

There was a moment of silence before I mustered out a wavering “Hey. How are you?”

“Hey.” Her voice still sounds beautiful despite the fact that it was undoubtedly hoarse. “I’m still in bed. I’ve been crying ever since we talked.”

“Oh.” I felt powerless since I couldn’t help her feel better. Of course, I was the reason why she was crying in the first place.

“Where are you?”

“In the car. At the park. Cried a few hours after we talked, slept a bit, then drove here.”

“Oh.”

She sounded worried. So I closed my eyes as I tried my best to sound cheerful. “Well, you’re up now for work. Guess I’ll go now.”

She snapped at me and asked me to give her a minute.

I kept my eyes closed as she paused. “I’m sorry about what I said last night,” she whispered.

“Any chance you can take it back?”

“…No, I can’t.” She couldn’t, of course. Even though she was sorry about she had said, she had really meant it.

“Oh.” I wondered if that response sounded as wooden to her as it did to me.

I thought back to her, to us. I remembered how she told me that receiving wake-up calls from yours truly felt great even though it was supposed to be corny. I recalled lying on her lap when we visited her campus after I flew over to meet her.

But all of that was coming to an end. The memories in my mind were losing colour like fading photographs. So like a coward, I mused out loud that I should probably just kill myself.

“Please, babe, don’t say that. Don’t do it! Please!”

She was really crying again. That’s all I’m good for these days. Now I wanted to take it back but I couldn’t. I had meant it when I said it, too.

“P-Promise me you won’t. Babe, promise.”

I promised. For her sake, I’ll keep living. Even though she’ll forget me eventually, I’ll try my best to live on.

Silence again. To wrap things up, I told her that I still loved her and that I was thankful I had met her.

“I still care about you,” she said slowly and carefully. “I’m thankful I met you, too.”

After exchanging farewells, the call ended. I’m not sure who hung up first.

I sank into the car seat and pressed play again, but I couldn’t handle hearing songs about love and starry-eyed romance at the moment. I paused the song again after a few seconds.

I tossed my phone onto the front passenger seat and tried my best to just sleep in my car. After all, there was a chance I could still see her in my dreams.

16 thoughts on “Create-A-Story Tag

  1. How depressing… Long distance relationship stories get me all the time. It was beautiful.
    And thank you for the tag! I should have started brainstorming long ago, but we’ll see what I can do within the next few days.

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