I Want to Write a Book
I've wanted to write a book where Merlin is here in modern times and finally came up with a concept today!!!! Here's a little excerpt of what I have so far. Tell me what you think.
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Black as hell.
My head was clouded with noises all around. Nothing was going on. It was just happening again. What is it? I am not sure. No psychiatrist, doctor, councilor, naturopath, anyone knows what it is. All I know, is there are moments where my mind turn black and all I hear are sounds.
This time was different though. The noises were discernable. I heard my name, "Ophelia!" Someone was speaking it. "Ophelia!" I swear it's because my parents named me after some chick Shakespeare made go crazy. I couldn't figure out whose voice was calling my name.
Light pierced through and I was laying on the ground. I couldn't remember how I ended up there, but I did. That was normal. When these episodes came, I usually fell down. I examined my body for cuts or bruises. Nothing this time. I looked around. I had fallen on grass. How convenient.. No one was around this time, so 911 was not called. Thank you. It's always hard to explain. I can't tell you how many times they've tried to lock me up. I don't have a mental illness. I don't know what it is. This just happens.
I knew I couldn't tell my parents about that. We were headed to England next week and I was banned from going if they knew I had another blackout. It's been about a month since the last one. It was weird though. I've never understood what the noises were. This time, it was distinctly a man's voice calling my name. I'd never heard the voice, but it was improvement.
I felt my phone ring in my pocket. It was on vibrate as usual. I pulled it out. Mom.
"Hey, what's up?" I answered.
"Are you still going to be okay to move?" Oh no… She knew I blacked out again.
"Yes. I'll be fine," Crap. Crap. Crap.
"Okay, I was just talking to your psychiatrist," Damn him, "He just isn't sure you are mentally stable enough. We don't have any answers yet."
"Mom, it's not like I am violent. I collapse. That is it," I rolled my eyes. My family was convinced I was insane. Except for Julia, my little sister. She was the only one who didn't think I was crazy.
"Okay… I am just concerned what it may look like to your dad's new boss if you have an episode around him," All mom really cared about was our public appearance. She pulled me out of school when these started and homeschooled her "special needs" child.
"Mom, it's getting better. I'll be fine and who knows? Maybe we'll find answers in England. I got to go," I hung up the phone.
I began walking home. I felt the episode coming on again. Crap. My head went black, but I didn't fall myself fall this time. In the blackness, a face emerged. It was an old man with a white beard, wispy. He looked homeless. I heard him say my name. "Ophelia." It was the same voice as earlier. "Ophelia."
"What?" I heard myself say out loud
"Ophelia. Find me. Find me when you get here."Get where?"
"Where you are going."
I woke up. I was still standing. That was a first. That was weird. Maybe I was schizophrenic… I was 19. Isn't that the age it's usually developed? I decided I needed to get home before it happened again. I just could not be seen having an episode. Problem with Mesa, Arizona: Everyone in your neighborhood knows everyone. Everyone knows I'm crazy. It's just ridiculous. I was only a block from my house though at the retention basin. I just needed to enjoy my last week in my home before we moved across the ocean.
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Black as hell.
My head was clouded with noises all around. Nothing was going on. It was just happening again. What is it? I am not sure. No psychiatrist, doctor, councilor, naturopath, anyone knows what it is. All I know, is there are moments where my mind turn black and all I hear are sounds.
This time was different though. The noises were discernable. I heard my name, "Ophelia!" Someone was speaking it. "Ophelia!" I swear it's because my parents named me after some chick Shakespeare made go crazy. I couldn't figure out whose voice was calling my name.
Light pierced through and I was laying on the ground. I couldn't remember how I ended up there, but I did. That was normal. When these episodes came, I usually fell down. I examined my body for cuts or bruises. Nothing this time. I looked around. I had fallen on grass. How convenient.. No one was around this time, so 911 was not called. Thank you. It's always hard to explain. I can't tell you how many times they've tried to lock me up. I don't have a mental illness. I don't know what it is. This just happens.
I knew I couldn't tell my parents about that. We were headed to England next week and I was banned from going if they knew I had another blackout. It's been about a month since the last one. It was weird though. I've never understood what the noises were. This time, it was distinctly a man's voice calling my name. I'd never heard the voice, but it was improvement.
I felt my phone ring in my pocket. It was on vibrate as usual. I pulled it out. Mom.
"Hey, what's up?" I answered.
"Are you still going to be okay to move?" Oh no… She knew I blacked out again.
"Yes. I'll be fine," Crap. Crap. Crap.
"Okay, I was just talking to your psychiatrist," Damn him, "He just isn't sure you are mentally stable enough. We don't have any answers yet."
"Mom, it's not like I am violent. I collapse. That is it," I rolled my eyes. My family was convinced I was insane. Except for Julia, my little sister. She was the only one who didn't think I was crazy.
"Okay… I am just concerned what it may look like to your dad's new boss if you have an episode around him," All mom really cared about was our public appearance. She pulled me out of school when these started and homeschooled her "special needs" child.
"Mom, it's getting better. I'll be fine and who knows? Maybe we'll find answers in England. I got to go," I hung up the phone.
I began walking home. I felt the episode coming on again. Crap. My head went black, but I didn't fall myself fall this time. In the blackness, a face emerged. It was an old man with a white beard, wispy. He looked homeless. I heard him say my name. "Ophelia." It was the same voice as earlier. "Ophelia."
"What?" I heard myself say out loud
"Ophelia. Find me. Find me when you get here."Get where?"
"Where you are going."
I woke up. I was still standing. That was a first. That was weird. Maybe I was schizophrenic… I was 19. Isn't that the age it's usually developed? I decided I needed to get home before it happened again. I just could not be seen having an episode. Problem with Mesa, Arizona: Everyone in your neighborhood knows everyone. Everyone knows I'm crazy. It's just ridiculous. I was only a block from my house though at the retention basin. I just needed to enjoy my last week in my home before we moved across the ocean.
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