guys can smo mark my writing pls ik it's rlly cringe coz i only had like 15 mins so it's kinda rushed too but yh be honest
The prompt was: A guitar, a boy, a notebook and shopping bags and your story had to be based on them
The strum of grandpa's guitar took me into a world of bliss. I danced along the stepping stones on the river as he sat down and laughed. "Careful Liam!" he exclaimed from his spot. It smelled heavenly like flowers the source coming from a small bush of lilies. My honey-coloured hair caught the sunlight as I swayed along to the music
Grandpa stopped strumming and motioned me to come over and sit on his lap. I skipped along and made myself comfortable. He held me close and whispered in my ear. "Promise me Liam that you'll take up my hobby of playing guitar." His voice tickled in my ear as I giggled and wrapped my pinky around his.
15 YEARS LATER
Rain poured like it would never end as black umbrellas covered my view of the long brown box grandpa layed in. A pang of pain and guilt washed over me as I held my tears back so furiously, it burned like fire behind my eyes. I couldn't take the burden of losing grandpa. I made a promise and I never kept it.
I spun on my heels and ran through the fields and back home, the wind smacking against my face. I reached home and flopped down on the couch. I crawled up into a ball ready to cry until there's nothing left of me until I realised...
Grandpa's belongings were in the attic! I jolted up from my spot on the couch and ran up the stairs. I slammed the door open and took a moment to catch my breath. There it was. Grandpa's guitar, in a ray of sunlight and covered in a thin layer of dust. I slowly walked to it as my footsteps echoed in the almost empty room. I took it gently and strummed it.
I took a moment to acknowledge the happiness that came over me when I played the singular note. That's when something caught my eye. A box? No, a diary. I took it in my hands and opened it. It had all of the songs that grandpa had played for me. I clasped a hand over my mouth as I gasped.
"Grandpa's songs." Mum whispered in the doorway. I looked her way and nodded. She sat down beside me and listened to me play a few notes. A singular tear rolled down my cheek as I swiped it away. Mum embraced me as I cried on her shoulder. "It's okay sweetie, this is just the beginning." she whispered.
