Frozen

In my previous post, I went off on a small tangent about never finishing my written work. This time, however, I'm going to prove myself wrong. I am going to subjugate this curse of mine, and finish something. I have recently began writing a story, and I think I might actually finish it. Shocker, isn't it? Well, I'll admit that the process has been going a bit slow, but doesn't everyone have the tendency to do that? I am a neophyte when it comes to writing stories. How am I supposed to end it? Where, exactly, am I supposed to lead it? Every time I have started a story, I stopped before I reached a plot. Maybe I'm a sucker for introductions and amazing detail about the setting and background. Who knows (I surely don't)?

I tend to believe that writing has become some sort of Mecca for me, even if I haven't actually finished writing anything. The process itself has become some sort of center of my being. Whenever I'm feeling emotional, which actually happens a lot, I turn to writing. It's a form of expressing myself when I think that no one else would understand. I begin to think, hey, maybe someone, somewhere, will read this and understand...no, relate, to what's happening in my life right now. My parents always tell me, "Kim you're too sensitive," and all I want to say right now is, "Well, look at me. I'm an emotional person who takes everything to heart. I'm overly sensitive, and no matter how many times you tell me, it won't change. Believe it or not, I'm probably more sensitive than you think. The only reason why you don't know, is because writing has become my savior. It gives me a sense of escapism from the real world, and it helps me deal with my problems...unlike you." Sounds harsh, no? Don't worry, I would never actually say that TO them; I know where to draw the line. If I said anything even closely related to that, I'd be ostracized from the house, and I'd be living in a cardboard box on the side of the street.

Okay I've gotten off topic, once again. Back to my story and my feelings of accomplishment. I semi-recently came up with a weird story idea, and it is completely different from what I've ever written. It is a sci-fi type story, which is odd because I typically write the cliche romance stories or the "my life sucks I want to die" stories (not my variety at all, actually). 

Now, before I go into the actual story itself, I feel as if I should explain the background of how it actually came to be...to happen. I was talking to my friend, and I was explaining my insane idea of a topic. I was excited, and he was the type of person to share my thoughts with. He's the kind of guy that would say, "that's cool, but wouldn't it be better if...?" and then come up with something extremely cool and unsuspected. Anyway, so once I told him my story idea, he starting giving me these awesome ideas. He should be the epitome of an august person. I admire him for all his ideas and the way his mind works. It's like he thinks with a completely different and warped view and adds his own twists to everything. He's imagination is incredible (Don't tell him I said that, he'd get a big head). 

So onward to the story! It starts out with a father, a man with a wife and a young child, who is stuck in time, or is everyone else stuck in time? He is the only one that can move in "his world", while everyone else is simply stuck. Frozen. Immobile. Silent. He is forced to live in a world in which he is never alone, yet feels the utmost loneliness. Now on the other hand, the world is actually still moving. This man (who I have yet to give a name) is actually missing in the "real world". Where has he gone? Did he get left behind in time? What is happening? 

The great thing is, the way the reader understands what is going on, is through a different story. One that is told by the man's granddaughter (someone who he has never met). This is a separate story entirely. It is about a girl (unknowingly the granddaughter of the missing man) who works in an asylum as a nurse. There, she slowly pieces together what has happened in the past: the government, a missing man, hundreds of experiments conducted, her grandfather. 

At the very end the two stories converge into one. The two separate stories finally meet at one end point. The granddaughter finds a man locked in a padded cell with papers strewn all around him. There is a story written on all the pages, and it is at that moment, the girl realizes this man in front of her is her grandfather. What shocks her, however, isn't the fact that he is locked up in a padded cell. It isn't even the fact that he's writing furiously on the papers, scribbling his thoughts. It's the fact that this man, her grandfather, looks exactly the same as he did in the photographs. The man did not age. 

Sounds pretty cool, right? Of course I skipped over a bunch of things, or maybe I just haven't begun to think about those parts yet. Do you know what's even better about this story? I'm not the only one writing it. My friend that I mentioned earlier is going to be writing the second part: the granddaughter's story. I have no idea what he's going to even write about, or what it's going to say. I do know, however, that it is going to have a million twists and turns that I would never expect. Let me say this simply: I am really excited for this.