Stories

A Story by Zac

A short story about waiting to fall in love.

Do stories ever really begin or end?

And is the beginning of one story really just the window into part of another?

Maybe that's why writing is so hard; deciding the right moment to slice in half and get the wheels rolling.

But this tale doesn't have a beginning, middle or end, only a story.

A telling that started with the beginning of the beginning when the spirits cooed and life itself was sparked.

In one puddle there lived a boy who was sad because he never knew where or when he was meant to be.

And in another, there lived a girl who was scared because she never knew when or where she was meant to be.

Only, the boy and girl, or the girl and boy, it depends which you ask, had even the slightest clue that the other had ever existed in the first place.

Because the boy didn't know about the girl, and the girl didn't know about the boy, neither felt like anybody would ever understand them.

So there they were, sad and scared in different places in different times that were somehow the same place in the same time.

Their faces would inevitably change, and they would eventually need new ones, just like everybody else.

Sometimes faces chose them and sometimes they chose faces, but they didn't care; they were already sad and scared.

They could never find their places with each other, the winds might whisper near their ears, but it didn't matter.

They lived in different puddles, and no matter how hard each one splashed, their ripples never seemed to reach each other.

And even though they could never see each other, they each knew without knowing that the other was there, sad or scared.

In a different time that's another place, there is a sad boy who hears a scared girl crying.

In another place that's a different time, there is a scared girl who hears a sad boy crying.

The girl became sad for the boy and joined him in his sorrows,

while the boy grew scared for the girl and joined her in her fright.

So there they were, the boy and girl, and the girl and boy, each no longer alone.

And even though they could never see each other, they each knew without knowing that the other was there, scared or sad.

They lived in different puddles, and no matter how hard each one splashed, their ripples never seemed to reach each other.

They could never find their places with each other, the winds might whisper near their ears, but it didn't matter.

Sometimes they chose faces, and sometimes faces chose them, but they didn't care; they were already scared and sad.

Their faces would inevitably change, and they would eventually need new ones, just like everybody else.

So there they were, sad and scared in different places in different times that were somehow the same place in the same time.

Because the boy didn't know about the girl, and the girl didn't know about the boy, neither felt like anybody would ever understand them.

Only, the girl and boy, or the boy and girl, it depends which you ask, had even the slightest clue that the other had ever existed in the first place.

In one puddle, there lived a girl who was scared because she never knew when or where she was meant to be.

And in another, there lived a boy who was sad because he never knew where or when he was meant to be.

There is a telling that started with the beginning of the beginning when the spirits cooed and life itself was sparked.

But this story doesn't have an end, middle or beginning, only a tale.

Maybe that's why writing is so hard; deciding the right moment to slice in half and get the wheels rolling.

Is the ending of one story really just the window into part of another?

Do stories ever really begin or end?

© 2014 Zac

Author's Note

First draft, please be gentle lol.

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Dark Rider

Okay, wow. I have never seen anything like this. You completely blew my mind with what you have done. This is a true creative piece. And for a first draft, it was great. I loved how you proved the point that this story had no beginning, middle, or end by telling the story and then reversing it. That was a very clever idea. Awesome job. :)