The Voices in My Head
By Nicole Hare
The room while bright and spacious is filled with several people who appear to be arguing.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!!!! That's all we ever do."
"Patience, young one she will get to us," rasped the old man.
"For how much longer???? I have been trapped in here since when???" snapped the young boy.
"At least you have a story." called a young girl, "I'm just an idea."
"All great things take time, patience children," replied the old man.
"HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE TO KEEP ALL THIS EVIL ENERGY BOTTLED UP INSIDE ME!!!!!!!!!!!" shouted a dark evil figure.
"One day you will be free, we will all be free. We are free even now. Can't you feel the stories growing in here with us?" asked the old man.
*I want to fight, grow old, go on grand adventures, see the world!!!" shouted the young boy.
"See the world..snarf.. you can't even see in the first place!!!" cackled the dark figure.
"I can too!!!"
"Can not!"
"Can too!!!"
"Can not"
"ENOUGH!" cried the little girl, "you sound like kids fighting in a school yard!"
"Heh and that is something you are quite familiar with, aren't you little girl," sneered the dark figure.
"uh. er. argh.." Exasperated the little girl.
"SILENCE!" ordered the old man.
"Why should we listen to you?" sniped the young boy.
The old man stared the young boy down, "Because I am older and wiser and I know more than all of you. She will return to us and she will finish us. Do not been in such a haste or the results may be detrimental to us all. To rush an idea and a story is like rushing through a piece of music. All the notes get jumbled up, it is the same with ideas and plots. What good would it be if we all ended up mixed into one story?"
Silence fell through out the cavernous room.
"I never thought about it that way," answered the boy.
"Me either," chimed the rest.
"There is much to learn from patience. So for the time being wait, keep quiet and every so often make your presence known through an idea or scene."
"It just seems like I have been in here for a year or so though..." lamented the young boy.
"Hey, I have been an idea for well over 5 years so quit your complaining," retorted the little girl.
"It's been almost a year young lad," crackled the dark figure.
"And I have been here over two years," replied the old man, and I am willing to wait another ten if I have to if it takes that long."
"Patience.. Silly patience... sigh" grumbled the young boy, settling down to wait by the door.
The little girl picked up her skipping rope and began to skip around the room, "If I have waited this long as an idea, I can wait longer for the story," she sighed.
"I will wait, if I must," sniffed the dark figure as he swirled his cape around him and hunched into the corner.
The old man sat down on his chair, I really hope she comes back soon, I don't think I can mediate within this group much longer, he thought to himself.
