i am not insane._The Hidden Hero_Novel Transit_The Right Key
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i am not insane.
I am not insane. I tell myself so often that I think I've started to almost believe it. Those words are a chant in my head, every day, every hour, every minute every second. I am not insane. I don't think that I'd be very aware of it if I was, but that's beside the point. I took my medicine this morning. Four green pills for clarity, three red ones to combat my own mind, and two blue antidepressants. I protested the last two at first but after a while, Dr. Menelis wore down my resistance. He said it would help. He always says that it will help. I see things. I go to bed at night, I dream abou...
The Hidden Hero
It’s funny how a seemingly remarkable day can turn into the biggest disasters in one quick snap of the fingers. Such is how the day felt to Dylan, as he trudged around in his pajamas, awoken from another nightmare. He had learned to live with his demons, but could they be polite enough to not disturb his sleep every night? He picks up his phone to check the time. Its 3:15 a.m. “Well, it’s as good a time as any, to be up. “Thank you anxiety, for that.”, he says into the empty air, standing up and off his bed.Once in the kitchen, reaching for some water, he hears a loud thump in his bedroom, fol...
Novel Transit
Synchronized whirring and creaking of the metal and the gears in the shafts and motor down below, steam slowly fading past my window. The train was at constant speed blazing through the plush countryside, just a little past the city. “Ah, seconds and seconds more… the closer I am to my dear Rosalie. And yet www.onedoor.cctime is merely a concept of the mind”, I muttered as I looked out the glass. “Why not some crisp morning air…” I said to myself, enticed by the tall green grass and fresh cerulean skies. A cool gentle breeze calms my senses and I catch a whiff of hot Earl Grey tea. “Well then, I travelled f...
The Right Key
“Hey, Laura?” My mother glanced into the music room and wiped a smudge of flour from her cheek. “Would you mind moving upstairs? Kylie’s having a hard time hearing her teacher.”I lifted my hands from the plastic keys. “Really, move the keyboard upstairs? What else is a music room for?”She dusted her fingers on her apron, which still had creases from being folded in storage. “I know this is tough for all of us. It would be a big help.”I forced a smile. “As long as Andrew helps me carry it. He’s the one who broke the headphone jack, so he owes me one.”Mom hollered for my brother as I flicked the...