The Inconsistent Ramblings of a Constant Story Teller(A short story collection)

The Voices in His Head

Why can't I think of any more stories.

That's a good question.

You aren't helping.

Oh, sorry.

It's okay, just-

Hey guys whatcha doing?

AH! AH!

Hey, man! Don't yell, okay?

Yeah dude, jeeze.

Oh, sorry guys. I didn't mean to.

No, no it's fine. Just, don't do it again. Okay?

Okay.. But, seriously what are you guys doing.

Oh, nothing. What about you?

Just sitting in my room, chillin.

Nice. James, what about you?

Sitting in front of my computer.

Why?

Really man?

What?

I literally just said why.

Oh, sorry I wasn't paying attention.

Wow.

But, what ARE you doing

I can't think of any more stories to write.

Why not?

I don't know, I just can't think of anything.

Write something about animals.

Ehh... I'm not one for anthropomorphizing.

What does that mean?

I'm choosing to ignore you.

Why don't you like writing stuff about animals?

What does anthro-whatever you just said mean?

Because... I don't know. I'm just not good at it.

If you guys don't tell me I'm going to scream.

Oh, phooey, I'm sure you are great at it. You just gotta put your mind to it.

I guess...

What does antro-whatever you just said mean?!

AH! AH!

I told you I would scream. Now what does it mean?

Oh my god dude!

It just means putting human thoughts and emotions into animals. Jeeze.

Oh, that's a stupid name for it.

Shut up Taz.

Ouch, that hurt James. Well, Mark, what are you doing this beautiful day?

It's raining.

Exactly, beautiful.

Thanks for asking Taz.

You're welcome.

Shut up Taz.

Hey!

I'm just trying to help James with his stories.

Yeah, a lot of help you are.

Sorry man, I'm trying my best over here.

James, why are you so crabby today?

Cause you're annoying me.

Well too bad for you. We are stuck together forever.

What makes you think I can't make you guys go away.

Well, the whole, "We are a part of your subconscious mind" thing doesn't really help your case.

I could probably make you guys go away if I tried. I've gotten rid of others.

But You don't want us to, don't you?

Yes, I kind of want you gone.

Sucks for you. I'm never leaving.

Hey, don't be a jerk about this.

He wants to kick us out Mark. I've been here just as long as he has. Who says we can't kick HIM out..

True. His mind is just as much ours as is his.

What are you guys talking about!? You can't kick me out of my own head.

Hey, it's our head too buddy.

But I got here first.

Technically not true, Ethan got here first.

I have gotten rid of him and lots of others.

With our help.

Yeah.

So what. I could get rid of you guys if I tried.

It's two against one, James. We could get rid of YOU faster than you could get rid of us.

But it's my head.

Well, it's kind of all of our heads.

I control the body though, that means that it's my body.

We can both control the body too. See.

Hey! Sit me back down!

I can control us too.

Take me back into my room!

OUR ROOM!

It's Taz's and My room now.

Should we kick him out, Mark?

Hey, hey now you don't want to do that.

Yes, I think we should.

HEY, STOP! DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE DON'T DO THI-

Is- is he gone?

Yes, he is. It's just us now.

So how are we gonna work this Mark?

Work what Taz?

Living without him.

It'll be easy.

But, we've never lived without him.

Yeah, but we have lived without lots of other people that we had never previously lived with.

True. how about you are in control of the mind and talking and stuff, and I'll just do the physical stuff like walking and stuff.

You just said "stuff" like four times.

That's why you should do the talking.

Okay.

Suddenly, a knock came on the door that Taz had just shut. James/Mark/Taz's mother walked in and said in a sweet gentle voice, "Hey James, are you doing alright?"

"Yes mom," Mark replied. "Thanks for asking."

"Of course," She replied as she began walking out the door.

"Hey mom," Mark quickly added. "Can you start calling me Mark?"

His mother laughed in curiosity, "Sure honey, whatever you like."

James's mother walked out of the room as a smirk grew on the boy's face.