The girl in the roomMy log, October 7th.The girl in the room by 26orange
13:46 It's been one minute since I entered the room. A challenge was laid upon me, I can make it. I know I can.
13:49 My mouth feels dry.. I take a drink to ease myself.
13:51 That drink didn't help me at all. It's not liquid that I crave. This isn't a natural thirst. Is it thirst anyway? The room makes my mind a bit blurry...
13:57 I'm starting to see faces on the wall. No..., not faces. A face, a beautiful one. I tried to touch it, but as I get closer it starts fading away It hurts.
14:08 What in god's name is happening to me..
14:12 Almost 30 minutes have passed and I feel like I'm losing my mind. The room gets darker by the minute, yet outside it's as bright as can be. Is my mind playing tricks on me?..
14:17 I'm definitely showing signs of solitude and desperation. My palms are sweaty as I write these words down. My hand shaking as I dip my quill into the dark ink. Her eyes keep following my every move. She isn't real. She's just smoke.
14:18 Not sure if I ca
The boy who couldn't stand humorChapter 1:The boy who couldn't stand humor by 26orange
‘Nobody knows what I have done or has even the slightest conjecture. And nobody has ever noticed anything about me.’
This story is being told by Leonard Johnson and is about his problem:
Since as long as I can remember, since the day I was born, I’ve had trouble with humor. It made me depressed, scared and sometimes even aggressive. The past 15 years I have been able to deal with it. Every kid’s birthday party that my parents threw me turned into a horrendous nightmare. I started crying as soon as I entered the room and started running around in panic. Last year was the worst, because at that time I beat up a clown, because he offered me a colorful balloon.
The past 15 years I had to bear with so much trouble. But that wasn’t as bad as this year. From my 16th birthday, my whole life changed.
It was morning, half past 6, almost time to get up and suffer from a terrible happy day at school. My mom, Henriette Johnson, woke me up at 25 to seven. Way