I’m a bit late (blame work) but here I am doing my bit, introducing a new tag! This was basically TPAB’s idea as a sort of celebration of us bloggers. Bloggers are constantly surrounded by words, using words to weave together a piece for our audiences, words through which we give our thoughts and words through which we understand our preferred medium for analysis whether that be anime, manga, books, films etc. But rarely do we take time out to delve into our own stories and pull out something to share. We talk about all sorts of topics so why not create something personal to you, coming from you and you alone?
As bloggers, are existence is fleeting. We come and go like stars blinking in and out of existence. There are blogs I follow who rarely blog if ever and it’s kind of sad knowing they just slowly blinked out of existence. TPAB’s idea through this tag is to capture this community in the here and now. By writing our own stories, we can showcase our own creativity and completely let go, something that will be captured for the present and future.
That was a bit of a crappy explanation but TPAB explained it all better and in depth over on is blog.
Like each tag, there are some rules, really it’s more like an outline, to follow (copied from TPAB’s post):
- You pick your “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. Yes, some people will choose the same combination as others but I guarantee you each story will be unique as per the individual. The options are really just there to cater to you specifically. You can challenge yourself, you can work with your strengths or you can take creative risks. It’s all up to you and how you express your creativity.
Now, we do understand that some of the options are broad or vague, but Keiko explains that creative writing excels on vague stuff. Basically, how you interpret the choices is part of the creativity. After all, this is your unique brain spinning a unique story, so by all means, go f*cking nuts.
- The short story will have a limit of 1000 words. Youdo notneed to write a story with 1000 words exactly. It could be 300, or 500 as long as it doesn’t surpass a thousand. Easy enough, right? I do know writing a short story with a max of 1000 will be tough. I’ve already written my story, and I had to constantly edit this. So, why the word limit? To be frank, we want to avoid people overthinking this challenge. It’s not about how you stack up to other people. It’s not about your sentence construction or your grammar skills, and it’s not about wowing people with your talents. It’s none of that. It’s about a celebration of your uniqueness and your creativity. There is only one YOU, and this YOU will create a story that truly represents you.I work with a lot of people on a daily basis, and I know a lot of young people think like perfectionists. They want whatever they do to be perfect or majestic, and please set that thinking aside. Your flaws are part of your uniqueness, so just write a story that stays true to you. 1000 words is short enough for people to actually read it, trust me, so just make a story that represents you.
- YOU HAVE TWO WEEKS TO ANSWER THE TAG. This is honestly just another way to ensure none of you overthink this. It’s not supposed to be your magnum opus. It’s just a fun short story to share to people. If you cannot answer within two weeks, the tagger can tag other people.
- Lastly, you must tag three people to participate. Keiko (yeah, that’s me) will collect all the short stories and compile them into one giant hub featuring all the stories.
- Don’t forget to link back to Keiko (link back to this post) 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. (Very important guys! I don’t want to miss your stories!)
- Use the Create-A-Story picture in the post. I don’t really know why, but a lot of tags do this so might as well, right? But seriously, it’ll mostly help people recognize all the Create-A-Story tag posts.
- Copy and paste the rules in your tag post as well, so others can be clued in to the Create-A-Story rules.
So this is my queue to shut up and leave. I have no title for this piece because I can’t think of a title. Still I feel like not having a title suits this weird piece. It’s not a great story but at least it’s something.
My combination was: fall + forest + tragedy
“When you’re falling through a forest, and there’s nobody around, do you ever really crash or even make a sound?” – Waving Through a Window
She was back here again revealing a torn expression as she placed one foot in front of the other.
Tonight it was a full moon, but, the moon wasn’t smiling nor was the sky twinkling with stars. The stars had burned out, the moon left to mourn the loss as she looked down at the face staring back at her. The face that looked up was defeated. Dead eyes. A worn out face. Dishevelled hair. She looked on helpless as this lone soul looked down and took a step forward. The night was silent. The silence spilled out and filled the space around. It poured into the wind, seeped into the trees, flew into the sky. It was everywhere. No wind whistled through the trees. No hooting of owls could be heard. No rustling of trees. No crunching of leaves. Nothing. The night was silent. But one soul broke this silence, sending a melody into the air as she woke up the sleeping wind around her, creating soft music with each step.
The wind whistled softly, ruffling the leaves lightly. It was almost like the sound of a predator slowly approaching his prey with cautioned steps. His movements echoed a soft dance, hardly touching the carpet of leaves as he neared his unsuspecting prey who continued to graze. Picking the right moment, the predator jumped out at his victim, who, startled, made for a dash zigzagging through the maze of trees that seemed to close in, cutting off any chances of escaping.
The wind suddenly picked up, howling, pushing forward through the trees, into the clearing as she continued to walk forward.
But alas, there was no escape. The prey ran with fear propelling her forward but the forest was not on her side. The trees seemed to make way for the pursuer. The broken branches and fruits that littered the carpet, rolled onto the side, creating an easy path for him. Nothing disturbed his pursuit but everything disturbed her getaway.
The moon looked on as she closed her eyes and took one last step forward.
The predator was onto her, his teeth sinking into her back and claws grabbing her tightly ensuring no escape. He took her down and marvelled at his triumph before letting a howl rip through his throat. The predator had won his prize to take home. The forest resumed its activities, forgetting that now, one less soul wondered through its trees enjoying its treasures.
The disturbance had ended; the wind came to a stop. Everything was once again silent. The moon continued to look down at the spot where the girl had once stood at the edge of a cliff. She was no longer there. No trace of her for the forest had welcomed her with open arms and swallowed her beneath the canopy of trees. Lost forever.
The mourning moon had no tears to shed but her colour dimmed at the sight. Her sorrow seeped out of her and joined with the sorrow filling the silence for nature had awaken from her slumber to grieve at the sudden loss she had witnessed. The heavens cried in frustration, in sadness on behalf of and for this poor soul. The skies unable to take this sight, roared in fury. The wind, wailed at the loss sending a whirl of leaves in the direction of the lost one. It was as though the wind was throwing down its very own bouquet, coupled with the tears of the heavens, to where the soul was lost. The trees shook in anguish and the sorrowful music of the nightingales and owls rose to a crescendo. Nature’s sadness was on full display as an orchestra gathered for this poor soul to play her one last song. Nature could not save her but it could give her this.
And as the song came to an end, the moon began her decent as the sun rose to take her place. The forest awoke, unaware of the mournful tune that was played not too long ago. The cheerful sound of the animals waking up and a new breeze sweeping through the trees could be heard vibrating through the air that was once filled with anguish. The forest was alive and happy once again, last night’s sadness having been washed away by the break of day.
Err yeah that’s my piece. It’s pretty short but I guess it’s something. Let me know what you guys made of it! 🙂
Do any of you guys know the song where I took the quote from? It’s worth listening to if you don’t. I love that song! Also, do you guys have an answer for that question? 😮 I’d love to hear them 🙂
So tags! I’ll be tagging…