Time stops here Chapter 3Courtney Chapter 3Time stops here Chapter 32 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I’m not ready for this.
It was my 4th lucid day there and they wanted me to be involved with the other patients, to keep myself busy. So for the first time since I've been here, my roommate Charlie (who suffers from an extreme case of schizophrenia and depression) and I would be going to the ‘waiting room’ to do arts and crafts with other patients.
We stood in the doorway for what seemed like a small eternity, waiting to be noticed by the ‘art teacher’. That’s what Maxine, my nurse told me to call her. An art teacher. In reality I knew her as a therapist who specialized with art therapy, I knew that, because Charlie knew that. It wasn't her first visit here, so she knew all the Ins and Outs. As much as I hated spending time with another person day in, and day out, she wasn't bad.
“Oh look we have two new students here today!” The shrill of her ever so chipper voice hit my ears like nails on the chalkboard. Before I knew
Involuntary Smiling | HimThe shop was quiet. With a constant sighing of the heater and hissing of the rain, it was nearly empty. I walked in and looked around. There were only two other customers. There was an elder behind a newspaper, and a boy about my age that seemed infatuated with something. Ahead of me were cascading canvases, chairs, and at the very end, a boring but sweet employee named Cathy, getting my usual cup of plain, black coffee.Involuntary Smiling | Him2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was another employee behind her, getting something from below the counter. She brought it up and yelled in a voice only someone listening could understand. I assumed she was yelling a name and an order as they usually do, but for all I knew, she was yelling out how much she hated peanuts. The boy got up and jogged in a spastic way towards the counter and brought back a pecan pie. "People actually eat those things," I thought, questioning my age group and society.
Memoirs of Thiebault #33 - Masques et Bergamasques One evening, Rivierre took me to the ball of the Opera. He treated it very seriously, while I only came out of curiosity. There was no one expecting me or attracting me there, whereas Rivierre was committed to God knows how many love affairs. The ladies’ crowd assaulted him as soon as he entered, fighting to have the privilege of getting him first. Indeed, he was a charming man, with a brilliant spirit and pleasant features; always laughing, endowed with a frame that was both athletic and elegant, he could appeal to all kinds of tastes and this explained the number of women trying to grab him.Memoirs of Thiebault #33 - Masques et Bergamasques1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I have many amusing tales to share,” one of them shouted.
“Mine will please you nicely,” another called out.
He did not know whom he should listen, and as both women pulled him left and right, he said, laughing:
“Please, please, fight am