For my first creative-writing assignment in my government/sociology class, I had to write a short story based on a picture from Bill Sullivan's Turnstile Photography Project, in which he takes pictures of random New Yorkers as they walk through a subway turnstile. Here's mine:

William Williamson has been trying to get through the turnstile for the past two hundred years. That’s at least how long it’s been officially recorded; stories of his existence have been floating around since as early as the 15^th century. On his way to see his daughter in Queens, who has declined to comment on his centuries-old tardiness, Mr. Williamson has apparently been trapped in a single moment in time for perhaps all eternity, outside the boundaries of space and time immediately outside the turnstile. In light of recent modern developments, much has been gathered on his life, he has even been found to be living in Minnesota or Nebraska or some other anonymous Midwestern state. Mr. Williamson is completely unremarkable despite his situation. Nothing is known whatsoever why this instant has existed outside of all time, it will probably never be know. What is known is that this instant has not "happened" yet in "normal" time. The William WIlliamson that has existed frozen in a moment in time seems to be from a future drawing nearer and nearer. One day he will walk through the turnstile and anything may happen at that point, he may walk through the turnstile and safely complete the visit to his daughter or he may become "frozen" in that instant, becoming one with the Williamson that has existed throughout time. When asked if he would choose to try to avoid this instant, Williamson answered by saying that he probably has no control over what happens and that attempting to change it is meaningless. However, since nothing is known for certain about his fate at the turnstile, all this could mean that this instant was frozen and went outside human comprehension of time completely randomly.