Create a Story Tag – Or Create A Week of Writer’s Block Tag

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I guess I should thank Arthifis for this given it did get me writing at least in a small way. And yet I don’t think I’ve been that frustrated sitting at my keyboard since I tried to write a series review of Yuri on Ice and scrapped it so many times before I finally just went with a plus/minus post so that I could finish it. Anyway, with all tags there are some acknowledgements and rules that need to go with it, so I’ll get on with those.

This tag was created by Leap, Keiko, and The Pantless Anime BloggerYou can check out the Create-A-Story Tag Announcement here!

– The 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.

Create A Story Tag

I picked “Fall”, “Mountain”, “Romance/Comedy/Tragedy – though the tragic part is probably the attempt at comedy”.

  1. 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.
  2. YOU HAVE TWO WEEKS TO ANSWER THE TAG.
  3. You must tag three people to participate. The victims: The Lost Voice, Kawaii Paper Pandas, and Cain S Latrani (no obligation and I’m sorry if you’ve already been tagged).
  4. Don’t forget to link back to Keiko (use her 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.
  5. Use the Create-A-Story picture in the post.
  6. Copy and paste the rules in your tag post as well, so others can be clued in to the Create-A-Story rules.

Just so we’re clear my story:

  • Is incomplete.
  • Is incredibly dialogue heavy due to the majority of description getting cut to bring it in under 1000 words.
  • Has an asinine set of characters.
  • And any attempts at humour should probably be taken as a sign that I need more sleep.

With that disclaimer, I hope you enjoy.

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You Can Carry Me Home

“You should just fall in love with me already,” James said confidently as he clutched Andrea’s hands tightly. “I mean, you must have already, given the circumstances.”

“Exactly how long are you going to keep the bad puns going?” Andrea asked as she expertly pulled James closer to her and rolled them over so that she was on top.

“I love a woman who takes charge,” James chuckled and then he peered down. “I’m thinking I’ve got about another 600 words left in me for bad puns and movie references.”

Andrea laughed. “That and fourth wall breaking.”

“That too,” James admitted. “Want to tell me why you did it?”

“Did what?”

“Jumped after me? I mean, he throws me off the cliff, you kill him. Nice and easy. I’ll admit it made the whole thought of going splat at the bottom a little better knowing that bastard would have been dead. And yet, instead of finishing him off, here you are, plummeting down the side of this bloody mountain. I’m not sure if I’m thrilled or pissed off with you right now.”

“That goes for you and me both.” Andrea hugged him tighter as she leaned to the right to try to see how far the tree-line was. “I get there to rescue you and you tell me to let him throw you off the cliff. Really? As if that was ever going to happen.”

“Again, he’d be dead.”

“So would you! Idiot!” Andrea hugged him so hard that James thought his ribs would break. “Don’t you ever do that again.”

“I can more or less guarantee that.”

Far below James could now make out the shapes of the trees of the forest, a winding road in the distance. When the wind wasn’t rushing past his ears he thought he heard the faint sound of machinery. Possibly someone tree clearing or doing some road work.

It wasn’t such a bad place to die. A nice view at least.

“So, you had a plan right?” James asked trying to turn his head to see Andrea without moving his body. He knew she was up to something and he didn’t want to disrupt her.

“Excuse me?”

“A plan. You know, a scheme, an idea, a strategy… You know something other than a fairly lengthy drop before a sudden stop.”

“Did you just miss-appropriate a line from Pirates of the Caribbean?”

“Duh.”

“We’re dying here.”

“Unlikely.” James coughed. “So, the plan?”

“No plan,” Andrea said.

“You’re kidding. That’s just terrible. I mean, I’m average height with average brown hair and average looks and intelligence. By default that should make me the protagonist. Where is my plot armour?”

“James,” Andrea said.

“What?”

“I love you.” She rolled him over and kissed him. “Now don’t even think about moving.”

Shoving him back roughly she wrapped her arms tightly around him, locking her grip in place, hand to wrist. As the tree-line became richly detailed and the branches began to poke up toward James at an alarmingly fast rate, he suddenly felt a massive jolt as he was jerked abruptly backward and Andrea’s bony hands seemed to drive into his chest. A small cry of pain escaped his lips before he bit down on his own lip and the metallic taste of blood flooded his mouth.

Legs dangling and Andrea’s grip pushing roughly against his underarms, James once again twisted his head expecting to see a parachute, even though such a thing should be possible.

Instead he saw something even more improbable.

“Wings. You have wings,” he murmured.

“Sometimes.” Andrea let out a groan of pain and they began to rapidly descend between the branches of the trees. Her face was pale, she was sweating horribly, and it looked kind of like she was going to throw up.

“I don’t have wings,” James continued to prattle.

“I swear if you make a Dark Crystal reference right now I will let you drop,” Andrea muttered through clenched teeth.

“Any chance we could fly back up to the top of the mountain?” James asked mockingly.

“Are you crazy?” Andrea asked as the ground looked like it was about to rise toward them. She bit down on her lower lip and forced one single flap from her wings to decelerate and then they folded and the two of them fell, tumbling to the ground with a thud and groans of pain. When Andrea caught her breath she tilted her head toward James, heedless of the leaves and twigs catching in her hair. “Why would you want to go back to the top of the mountain that you were just nearly killed on?”

“Well, as we fluttered past that moron we could yell out, ‘Can you fly, you sucker, can you fly?’ totally Kevin Bacon style.”

Andrea let her eyes close. Part of her couldn’t believe what she’d just done to save the idiot laughing in sheer relief beside her. The other part of her couldn’t believe she’d come so close to losing him. Tears of pain and frustration leaked out of her eyes and she covered her face with a sweaty, dirty hand.

“By the way, aren’t I supposed to rescue you?”

“Why?”

“Well, I’m the guy. And every good 80’s action movie kind of made me believe that in situations like this I should like rappel in before leaping out and clutching your hand and then someone managing to cling back to the rock-surface Spider-Man style.”

“Well, Mr Hero,” Andrea said, “given I’ve severely injured myself by over straining my wings, if you want to be all chivalrous you could carry me home.”

James pulled himself to his feet. “It’s a long walk.”

“Complaining already, Hero-San?”

“I guess it gives you time to tell me why my child-hood friend has wings.” He scooped her up before she could protest and started walking.

‘Do you even know which way you are going?”

“Home, James!”


I’m going to be honest, it’s pretty dreadful and rushed, but I finally wrote something and didn’t delete it. I also actually had a lot of fun writing it in the end, though possibly that was just me enjoying writing the references in. I kind of figure if you are falling off a mountain you need something to take your mind off of it.

Anyway, let me know what you think and thanks Arthifis for tagging me.


Thanks for reading.

Karandi James

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