NaNoWriMo Story {Porter}

[rainyday2]

Okay, so I'm getting started uber late. Yes, I'd consider 6 days uber late if the goal is 50,000 words D:
But seriously, I had like half of my friends follow my novel writing before, but I never finish them, and they always want me to, so I'm determined to write one and finish it!

So, I'm using Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap for inspiration, especially because I've only been more than obsessed with that song for about...say...a week now. Listen to it over and over until I get something up.

So, I'm just going to start writing, and I'll post this when I think I've got something. This is really just for me to organize all my ideas, but if you'd like to comment, feel free.



She wakes up in her apartment. Hair messed up, bruises on her arms, scratches on her face. Half of her furniture is missing. What the...?

The dusty glass on her window shows only a gray sky outside. The streets are almost still with people, expressionless faces and motionless bodies. The apartment is empty.

She explores the city, basically, in a dream-like state. Her life as you see it is a dream. The streets of New York, motionless? Yeah, has to be a dream.

Anyways, there's something different about New York. It's not the same. Obviously, the statues on the street are strange, but there's a garden with a beautiful fountain. It seems like it was full of life. The plants are thriving, beautiful blue lights float around in the purple haze. The sky turns dark when you enter, and it's almost like an alternate universe. An old woman in a long white gown with beautiful, youthful flowers in her hair sits on a stool. You may grow old, but love will always stay young in the ideal world.

Flashback.

Less of a flashback and more of a "back to reality" type thing. Basically, the garden disappears and the streets go back to normal, as if she were waking from the dream, but she's invisible, almost like she's dead because people walk right through her, but she's not dead, obviously, just in some sort of dream state. I don't know, I'm gonna figure all this out when it's not 1:00 in the morning. This is just a crazy terribly written synopsis of the plot in my head from Hide and Seek. Anyways, the garden turns out to be a graveyard. Love has died in her life, and that is reality.

Back to the dream.

Beautiful garden, wonderful garden, beautiful fountain with beautifully clear water, standing perfectly still in the bowl. Looks into it, sees her reflection move from the water, almost jumping towards her. She falls back, old woman looks at her, sad expression, almost angry. Girl goes back to fountain, same thing, reflection jumping out, but this time she's prepared and doesn't fall back. She moves too fast in reality. She tries to keep up with the city, but it's impossible. She needs to relax. Old woman goes crazy, bursts into flames. Garden burns down?

Back on the streets.

Statues, still. Won't talk to the girl, obviously, it's like they're petrified. Girl is wondering what the crap is going on, like she has been, but more frantically. Wind blows, brunette flashes before her and runs away with the wind. Girl's like "??!" and tries to run after her. The wind turns colors, the girl can see the wind. Brunette girl uses wind to jump like a crazy acrobat WHOA WHOA WHOA onto all these places that main character can't get to without crazy WHOA WHOA WHOA acrobat wind. Main character gives up for now, looking around. Um, crap she's lost. Buildings are smaller; not like Manhattan, but not one/two story. Becoming more like five/ten story buildings.

idk, that's all for now. Seriously, my muse is asleep, as I'm sure you can probably tell by my writing. I'll clean things up tomorrow. I think this is more of a chapter by chapter synopsis than an overall plot.

Really, as for an overall plot, what I think I've got is this:

The woman's life is falling apart. Maybe she falls asleep, maybe she faints, maybe she cries, maybe she just got in a fight. Who knows? (I will tomorrow, I hope lol)
Anyways, she enters into this dream world, and it becomes reality for her. At first she's like "Oh crap! Why is this happening to me! My life was falling apart and now everyone is turned to stone! The last thing I loved, the last thing that healed me, the energy of the city and the happiness and content and energy in everyone's movement and expression has been destroyed! I'm gone! My soul is lost!"
Okay, great, now she's in this dream world and I guess she has to "find herself"
First off is like the Trial of Love, or Trial of Relationships, hence the Garden of Young Love (that's what I'm calling it for now) and her friend that's running away from her. Gotta find her and whatnot. Every now and then the reader gets to see scenes that she ends up remembering and places she ends up recognizing from the real world. From reality.
Anyways, I think I'm keeping the wounds, and with every resolved trial of her life, a wound is healed in her dream state, and once all of her wounds are healed in her dream state, she goes back to reality. I'm thinking that once she's back in reality, she'll have to fix her problems there, so she'll fall into some sort of deep depression because she realizes that all that work was done for nothing, when in reality (haha, in the reality of her dream state xD) she actually figured out all the answers to the causes of her stress and how to fix it.
Maybe she fixes it in reality, maybe she doesn't.
Anyways, in her dream state, she'll meet people, strange creatures, and they'll all represent aspects of herself.


And that's it for tonight. I'll clean this up tomorrow. I am seriously tired, and with this plot, I feel like I was on some kind of drug lol, but those are always the best! I think?

[rainyday2]

Okay, so here is where I shall compile information about Adalie's trials, and a short short description of Adalie, herself.
I really need to get to the actual writing part or else I'm probably not gonna finish this lol >.>
Anyways,

Adalie Zora Gathier--Age (21, 22?)--Basically, in the story, her life is falling apart. She cries herself to sleep, and enters a dream state in which the reader sees her life from her mind's perspective. Not only are they learning about her, but she is learning about herself by meeting different personified aspects of herself and problems that she has accumulated and kept cooped up over the years of her life.

These are some of the trials with short descriptions:

Epiphany 1: Love is Dead: In the Oasis, she finds an old woman in a fresh wedding gown with fresh flowers draped through her hair and over her dress. The woman mainly stares at herself in the mirror, but Adalie notices that the woman is in fact looking beside her reflection. The woman is really looking at her lover, but Adalie doesn't have one, so she can't see it. Her flashback takes her to a graveyard, which is the reality of the Oasis (the Oasis is a graveyard in reality).

Epiphany 2: You Can't Move at the Speed of Life: Adelie spots a still fountain in the Oasis, and goes over to check it out. She sees her reflection with crazy city lights and cars in the background, but they're moving very fast. Her reflection becomes blurred and suddenly jumps out at her, pushing her back. Once again, she looks at her reflection, but pushes it back in the water when it jumps out, and the Fountain crumbles. The water stands still on the grass and suddenly the old woman's flowers begin to die. She goes crazy and the water ends up turning to fire. Yada yada, the Oasis ends up burning down.

Epiphany 3-??: True Friends Never Leave: This one is a continuous challenge to Adelie, so I don't know too much about it yet, but basically she notices this wind blowing, and every now and then this brunette woman appears and fades quickly within the wind. It ends up turning colors randomly and runs away from her when she tries to chase it. At the end, she'll catch the wind and realize that was her friend that was only trying to see her, but Adelie slacks off on her part of the friendship. I don't know, the epiphany is pretty vague, but it'll come to me soon.

Epiphany ??: Pearls: I'm not too sure if this one will be Epiphany 4 or what, but basically she runs into a Pearl (a beautiful woman, almost like a ghost or a goddess, who is adorned with many clear jewels, usually pearls, and is obsessed with a man. Pearls are born to serve the man by obsessing over him, and the man grants them mindless servants, but I don't know what to call them yet. After the man tires of one Pearl, which is usually around a month or two, he kills the Pearl and lets a new one hatch, only to be killed off about a month later.) and the Pearl is all like "Oh God, I'm about to die! Look, that Pearl is about to hatch!" So Adelie agrees to help her destroy the soon-to-be Pearl so that the current Pearl can keep her position. A flashback happens and shows where Adelie was obsessed with her position in high school, and when someone new would start to become popular, she'd do anything she could to ruin them. I don't know how this epiphany is going to end yet, but I'm thinking that she'll probably solve just about all of her epiphanies before she soils them.

Epiphany ??: Bound in Expression: This will probably be one of the last ones, but she enters into this dark, pitch black area, and then she notices a woman bound in pink ribbon. The ribbon is almost like a spider web, and she is the prey, wrapped up so that she can't break free.

{I'll finish this up later, wrist hurts like crap and I have school tomorrow}

[rainyday]

Here's a tiny snippet of my story. I haven't gotten the whole thing fully developed yet, so who knows? Maybe it'll changed. I know it still needs some editing, but eh, I'll do that later.

Adalie fell into an unconscious state as she walked down the streets in Times Square, making her way back to her Brooklyn apartment. She walked a little slower than the rest of the crowd that night, but the lights and noises of the city drowned out all thoughts and feelings that she might have had before being exposed. That was one of her favorite things about New York; whenever she was unhappy or angry, she could just take a walk in the night and everything would be better when she got home.
Tonight, though, she wasn't so sure. In fact, her walking speed had gradually decreased over the course of the month, and it wasn't because she was out of shape. The energy of the passing citizens was definitely radiating onto her, but she felt that no amount of energy could heal her on this night. She no longer held a mutual bond with the city. Instead of giving off good vibes from the energy, she only sucked it up and hid it away under her emotionless exterior as she trudged along, making passersby sympathize with her.
Her weeks lately had consisted of going off to work with a monotone voice, blank face, and disinterested attitude to take orders from angry customers and then going on to college at NYU to attend her classes in Law. She hated Law. In fact, she had no idea why she even signed up to major in Law. It took up too much of her time that she could be putting towards dance, her passion and her dream career.
Unfortunately, with her job and her schooling, she only had time for one small class a week, and she couldn't even make it to some of those classes. Her life now was horrible. Worse than she ever thought it would get, and nothing about her future promised happiness in her eyes.
Time seemed to fly as she walked into the subway in Manhattan and off the subway in Brooklyn. It was the same thing day by day. On the subway, off the subway, straight to work, back on the subway, back off the subway, straight home. Rinse and repeat.
That's just how her life felt to her recently. It felt like the directions off of a shampoo bottle was her life code. No pizazz. No zest. No fun. Only studying and working overtime. If she didn't have that one small dance class, then she didn't know what she'd have. She'd only have her small apartment, and that didn't seem to be enough for her. She needed more. She needed an audience. She needed laughter. She needed tears. She needed appreciation and applause. She needed a "Bravo!" from a stranger.
She wouldn't get it, though. Adelie couldn't even get a simple "I love you," much less a call for an encore. Not even an "I like you" was heard all day. In fact, she hadn't heard any of those words since she last talked to her parents, four months ago.
It was all their fault that she was where she was. If they hadn't prodded her into taking "the safer route in life," then she'd be in an arts college preparing for Broadway. She had the talent and she had the ambition. All she needed was the money.
Money was another thing poking at her mind these last few days. She was spending it all on Law School, which she didn't even enjoy, and the rest on bills. In fact, she was failing Law School. Adelie was spending all those hours of boredom and listening to people yell at her just for more boredom and yelling and more prodding and nagging and lecturing about trying. She was trying! She was trying as hard as she possibly could so that she could pass that stupid course before the semester was over without falling asleep or dying of pure boredom! She was trying as hard as she could to get that stupid tray of food out to the customer before it turned cold or jumped off the plate! She couldn't help it that the chef didn't cook it correctly because she was just a simple waiter! Of course, the chefs mess up and it's all her fault.