This story was written to submit the writing task in the Creative Writing Class at Mae Fah Luang University, Chiang Rai, Thailand, and I want to share it with all of you.
I fell asleep peacefully for many years, but one day, men went to the woods to cut me and my friends into pieces. What would they do with me? When they finished cutting, they carried me out somewhere that had white four walls. Once I arrived there, they made me into shape and made a hole and other elements in me. I heard one man say “guitar” which I guess would be my name, and he held me to take a look like he was going to take me to a date night or something. Then, I was sent to another place where there are many many like me. I was there for two weeks, and I felt so lonely until a young black raven hair girl came and asked the man to play me.
“Can I take a look at that black guitar? I want to try to touch its strings and play it to test the sound,” said young girl.
“Of course, you can, pretty,” replied the middle aged man who has curly hair. Then,
she touched my skin, and played it in a peaceful sound like a boat floated on a peaceful river where it’s located in the woods that you can breathe a nice atmosphere into your lungs. She keeps playing and playing till I hope she takes me home and holds me like I am her only friend.
“I felt connected with this guitar. It’s like I found my old friend. I’ll buy it,” said young
girl with a beautiful smile.
Then, I followed her home and lived with her through every moment of her life.
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