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36.The BeginningSubmitted by G.S. Williams on Fri, 01/09/2009 - 10:18 |
![No Man an Island](http://gavinwilliams.digitalnovelists.com/sites/gavinwilliams.digitalnovelists.com/files/category_pictures/newtitle1.JPG ""No Man an Island" is an experimental novel featuring the spiritual journey of one man across time and space to find the meaning of his life, and rescue the world from demonic forces.")
The boy woke up, shaken and groggy, in an unfamiliar bed. An IV cord was attached to his hand, and he stared at it for a moment before realizing what it was. Monitors beeped by his bedside.
He looked around the room and his eyes fell first on the girl sitting on the chair by his bed, asleep. The morning sun creeping through a crack in the curtains gave her red hair a golden shine. He smiled at the sight of her.
“Good morning,” I said quietly, stepping forward.
He looked up at me, startled, not having realized that they weren’t alone.
“Hello,” he said shyly. “Are you my doctor?”
“Yes, one of them. I’m Doctor Ralph Arches, and the young lady by your bed is my daughter.”
“Maya… No, ” he paused, shaking away his disorientation. Then he smiled, looking at her again. “Mara.”
“Yes. She says you’re her hero, that you saved her before the snowstorm.”
“There were some bullies. I got them away from her, that’s all.”
“Well, she’s refused to leave your side while you recovered from what they did to you. She found you just in time, and led searchers to you. It’s a miracle you’re still alive, you’ve been through a lot.”
“Mostly just some bad dreams, ” he said.
“Oh?”
“Whatever came before doesn’t really matter any more than a dream. What matters is that I’m alive today. And she’s here.”
My daughter woke, and their eyes met. A moment later, so did their hands, coming together over the blanket. I left them in private, and went home to my wife.
I see...
So much of myself in this story It's terrifying.
I have always been a christian man, and I cannot help but feel that I was always intended to read this story. It was almost like *chuckles* It was written for me.
Ethan... I have read many stories in my life, I love written word, and I love trying to relate to characters, but never in my life before have I met a character who so closely resembles myself. Internal struggles, doubt, sadness, introversion, all of it... Things I never even realized about myself came to light as I read this. Even down to a near obsessive "love" that nearly ruined one of my closest friendships. Though the truth of my emotions is less certain, and requires more reflection, My actions, and many of my reasons were the same.
You have opened my eyes in a way I struggle to describe, and I look forwards to seeing more of your writings in the days and years to come. It is strange, how in such a short time as the few days I have taken to read this story, that my outlook on life has changed so drastically. Though it will be harder to change myself, I thank you, and thank god, for the chance to make those changes.
Humbled
Writing is a tricky thing. I don't know about other writers, but my outlook has always been that my stories write themselves -- scenes and dialogue arrive in my head, and then I just try my best to string them together. I can sometimes shape details and themes, and some plot developments -- but by and large the characters are there in my head taking actions that I have to deal with.
So, in the way that the books Ethan reads were "written" for him, I find that I was meant to write my stories. After this was finished it was my hope that it would reach people. I think that's the next step for writers -- once their story is written, sharing becomes almost necessary. You hope it means something, or at the very least entertains others.
But a response like this, to know the story affected someone deeply, is the best any author can do, and much more than I would have hoped for. Thank you for giving me that privilege, by being a reader who cared that much about a story.
And thank you for writing
And thank you for writing this to share with me and others. I hope you always find the inspiration to keep on writing, Be certain that I'll be keeping an eye out for your work for a long time to come.
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