I was never a great writer in school so I was really in high-school so this will be a tough challenge for me, but I want to enjoy trying new things. So here we go.
I would like to thank Scott at Mechanical Anime Reviews
Here are the rules:
1. 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.
- 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.
- 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 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!)
- 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 into the Create-A-Story rules.
I will be picking the words: music, slice of life/romance and hospital.
The Cooking Diary.
It was the beginning of the week. I have been working at town A’s clinic since I got back home. After finishing my cooking degree in City F. I decided to go to the countryside to open an eatery and live near my mother. When a friend of my mother’s, the director of the town’s hospital asked if I can be the cook for the hospital until they get a new cook. I agreed because it was money until I can get my place up and running.
It has been going very smoothly, except for one thing. There was one patient who refuses to eat anything I made no matter how I change my dishes. I tried everything I can think of and I even tried some dishes from my father’s cooking diary. None of them seem to satisfy her. I had enough, so I decided to visit her and find the cause.
Knock, knock. “Who is it?”
“Hello, I am the cook here; I would like to talk to you, Miss Kimchi.”
“Come in.” Came a reply.
I walk in and sat on a stool next to her bed. She was a beautiful woman in her mid-twenty with deep blue eyes and long blond her.
“Hello, my name is Albert, and I was wondering how I can cook better meals for you? You don’t have allergies or conditions that affect your diet, right? I checked with the staff.”
“Your food taste great.” She replied with a dazzling smile.
“How come you are not eating, then?” I asked.
“I don’t like your face!” She threw the cover off the bed and pointed squarely in at my face.
“Sorry, I …don’t understand” I stammered a reply.
“I usually walk past the kitchen and out of curiosity I have been watching you cook. You would make these amazing out of the town’s ingredients, but whenever you cook you would have this really dark aura around you.” She zipped out an entire paragraph at me.
“I still don’t understand why you didn’t eat the food?”
“Well, I wanted to catch your attention, and I succeeded!” She laughed. “I wanted to know where all that anger comes from.”
“I am sorry about my aura, but I still don’t like the smell of chlorine in hospital. My father had a bad liver, and he spent the last years of his life in a hospital.” I muttered a replied.
“Well, I don’t think your father would like it if you keep cooking with that face,” I replied.
I signed, “OK, I apologize, but I can’t change immediately.”
“Tried listening to music why you cook. It can change your mood.”
Every morning, she would give an iPod of hers, and had a playlist of songs from bands like the Hedgehog and Blue Whales. At the end of the day, I would visit her, and we would talk about songs. I found out that she was once a singer, but she has an illness that will take away her voice. Her operation was on the month that was traveling to see my grandparents. Before I left, she told me she wanted to eat pork-belly after the operation. I promised that I would make it for when I got back.
when I got back from my trip, I was told her operation was successful; however, she was discharged from the hospital. She left a notebook and am IPod for me with nurses, although, she never told me her name, nor did she gave me a way to contact her. The notebook was filled with dishes she wanted me to make for her. At the beginning of the book, there was a huge drawing of the pork belly with the caption: “You still owe me” The iPod was jammed full of songs for me.
I worked for the hospital until I saved up enough money, and they found a new chef. I received a warm goodbye from both staffs and patients. The director helped me get a loan from the bank; he said I was always welcomed at the hospital.
I named my eatery the “Spring Pork Belly; then if she ever came back she would know where to find me. I picked out all the dishes in her food diary and put them on the menu. I know she will visit again one day.
Anyway, time to tag people/Blogs! I, sensei, will now pick the blogs to be tagged.