A Few Stories that I Know

Introduction

I was going to jump straight on the story part. I mean, who will give a damn to read something which is not story-ish and thus not interesting. I know that you might be wondering who starts his story in such a manner, and you might be thinking of clicking that back button on your smartphone. I won't stop you. You are free. But I'll ask you to wait. See, there's this pain going on in my head, and it's hurting. It hurts every time I'm thinking about my past. I want to wake up but the stories of my past cling to every inch of my body and my body aches under their weight.
I am just another regular guy with an English name. No, I don't mean that I'm from England. I'm from Norland, a country somewhere near the British isles. My mother and my father both are English, and I am norlandish or norlandian or whatever it is. I will show you the map of my country someday.
I live in a small apartment in a busy street. The street seems to have a name, which unfortunately I don't remember. I don't remember most of the things that others think I should. For instance, I don't remember that my house has a name. I seriously don't. It's just I know that I live in a small yellow house, with a small but distinct backyard where a guava tree grows and that's all. I don't remember who are my neighbours, but time and again I get jolts from my subconscious and in a nanosecond I get the feeling of intimacy with the name. Though in the stories to follow I'll act as if I know their name. You won't find me stammer, if you point at a girl or a boy and ask who she or he is? I'll just give you a name. Though I can't guarantee you the validity of the names I'll give.
So... From here on, I'll ask you all to loosen your seatbelts for it will be a long journey. I'll go on telling you the stories I've heard, incidents I've seen and all... slowly. I hope that you will be patient with me and stay.
With this I sign off... I know this is a piece of crap that I just wrote... But trust me, I'll try to write better the next time.

You can though comment that you'll be reading so that it can keep me hooked. Don't forget to give your words of critique.