Stories Never End
It's odd that how when we reach the end of a good book we fill disappointed that the fantasy of pretending to be a knight or a princess abruptly comes to an end. But the truth is the last page of the book never stops the story nor does the first begin it. I know when I see a new book at the book store and just read it's title or look at the cover picture I begin making up a story to the story, and in my dreams after the book ends the story continues until I find a nesting place; not necessarily an ending but a more comfortable place to where the continuation is no longer plausible.
The stories of books are like dried flowers as book marks over the years. Going back to the same old stories of a treasure map, fairies, and pirates you find yourself , a younger self remembering your favorite part, your favorite character, what you thought but now no longer think reading the story again. Stories preserve it's reader's thoughts, their childhood of neverland so to speak. But each time we pick up that same old book the book seems to be thicker, more detailed, you read things that you realized you never read before or into the meaning as much before and the story seems to change along with your favorite parts, your thoughts, and so on.
Stories never end in the world in which that created just like are real life stories. They'll never end they'll just keep on going, after all one can always add on to the story it's just words. But perhaps that is what makes a story a story and not just another book with ink printed words. The right words are needed to breathe life into the ink words on paper, to make them real; to make the Inkworld real. All I know is that a story just begins when it ends and that their is no such thing as "THE END".
kitten_kit_cat · Sat Mar 18, 2006 @ 11:49pm · 1 Comments |