This is very experimental. I would never have posted it were it not for someone. *coughs* But I lubb her too much to decline.I accept all credit
I am Helen. I am Helen.really good start, it's almost like she's questioning herself which is very rational considering[/quote]
My name is Helen. Although yesterday it was Hannah, and tomorrow it will be Ruth, for now my name is Helen. Each day I choose a new name, it’s part of my condition. But it’s not really a condition, I consider it vacation.
Where I live the walls are white. Just white.
I don’t know why. When I asked them why they’re white, they tell me they’re not white. They tell me they’re beige. Call it what you will, they’re white. But beige is soothing, they tell me. I tell them so is Mozart, but I don’t want to listen to it 24/7.The simplistic language works really well
The rooms are always four walls. Always four walls. Every room is four walls, even if they’re not beige. I sometimes wonder why there aren’t three walled rooms. I think triangle rooms would be unique, but a bit dull as time goes on. And I’d color them anything other than beige.hahahahah
But my name is Helen, like I said. I am Helen. Every day my friends have to ask me what my name is. Every morning is something new.Do you mean it is something new?
And if they aren’t around for breakfast, they have to ask me at lunch. This happens a lot here, we wonder away in the day, and we get in trouble for it. I tell them we wouldn’t wonder if we weren’t spaced out all day.hehehe that part was hilarious
It’s the drugs, by the way, that space us out. Well, actually I’ve never spaced out, I’ve never taken the drugs. Never have. Never do. Because I’m on vacation, remember?
I wear white a lot. Scratch that, I wear beige a lot. But it’s still white. White shirts. They tear easily though. They are made so they tear, the same thing with the sheets. They make them that way, in case we try to hang ourselves. We try to hang ourselves a lot. Well, they try to hang themselves a lot, Helen doesn’t hang herself. And since the sheets and shirts tear, sometimes they have to improvise. But Helen’s never tried to hang herself.
And you know what the weird thing is? I’m not crazy. Nope, not a bit. I’m right as rain up in the old noodle-noggin.
I put myself in here. I’m a volunteer. It’s my vacation.really, really creepy ending, but yet interesting.
They insist I’m not crazy. I insist I am. But I know I’m not crazy, I just insist I am. But I like it here. I like the beige. I like the tears. I like the four-corner rooms. But most of all, I like being Sara. I like being Frieda. I like being Jessica and Hannah and Ruth.
And I like the name Helen. I like Helen. Because Helen doesn’t try to hang herself. And they call me Helen. They all call me Helen. I am Helen...
Each day I choose a new name, it’s part of my condition.
They tell me they’re beige.
I tell them so is Mozart, but I don’t want to listen to it 24/7.
And I like the name Helen. I like Helen. Because Helen doesn’t try to hang herself. And they call me Helen. They all call me Helen. I am Helen...
I sometimes wonder why there aren’t three walled rooms.
Kirsten - Hmm, I wonder who urged forced me to put this up, eh?
A good piece of flash fiction this is.
And I like the name Helen. I like Helen. Because Helen doesn’t try to hang herself. And they call me Helen. They all call me Helen. I am Helen...
I am Helen. I am Helen. My name is Helen. Although yesterday it was Hannah, and tomorrow it will be Ruth, for now my name is Helen. Each day I choose a new name, it’s part of my condition. But it’s not really a condition, I consider it vacation.
I tell them so is Mozart, but I don’t want to listen to it 24/7.
I’m right as rain up in the old noodle-noggin
I am Helen. I am Helen. My name is Helen. The repetition of the idea fits the story well, but the repetition of "I am Helen" isn't that good. Maybe change the other one to "Call me Helen" (like in Moby Dick!) or something similar, or then just ditch it. Although yesterday it was Hannah, and tomorrow it will be Ruth, for now my name is Helen. I'd change this to "Yesterday it was Hannah, and tomorrow it will be Ruth, but for now my name is Helen." Each day I choose a new name, it’s part of my condition. The word "condition" doesn't really work for me, either. But it’s not really a condition, I consider it vacation.
And I’d color them anything other than beige.
we wonder away in the day
Never have. Never do.
Each day I choose a new name, it’s part of my condition. But it’s not really a condition, I consider it vacation.
When I asked them why they’re white, they tell me they’re not white. They tell me they’re beige. Call it what you will, they’re white. But beige is soothing, they tell me. I tell them so is Mozart, but I don’t want to listen to it 24/7.
But my name is Helen, like I said. I am Helen. Every day my friends have to ask me what my name is. Every morning it is something new. And if they aren’t around for breakfast, they have to ask me at lunch.
I wear white a lot. Scratch that, I wear beige a lot. But it’s still white. White shirts. They tear easily though. They are made so they tear, the same thing with the sheets. They make them that way, in case we try to hang ourselves. We try to hang ourselves a lot. Well, they try to hang themselves a lot, Helen doesn’t hang herself. And since the sheets and shirts tear, sometimes they have to improvise. But Helen’s never tried to hang herself.
And you know what the weird thing is? I’m not crazy. Nope, not a bit. I’m right as rain up in the old noodle-noggin. I put myself in here. I’m a volunteer. It’s my vacation.
They insist I’m not crazy. I insist I am. But I know I’m not crazy, I just insist I am. But I like it here. I like the beige. I like the tears. I like the four-corner rooms. But most of all, I like being Sara. I like being Frieda. I like being Jessica and Hannah and Ruth.
And I like the name Helen. I like Helen. Because Helen doesn’t try to hang herself. And they call me Helen. They all call me Helen. I am Helen...