ferf ziamond
From the author of Remembering Olsen & Exchanging Pleasantries comes a whirlwind of fun from behind the eyes of some of the country's worst anxiety attack victims.
This Dramedy stems from exaggerated notes taken out of a journal written by the instruction of what appears to be the world’s most effective organization dedicated to curing anxiety and depression.
The author, a sufferer of panic attacks, found the product at the height of life altering anxiety and decided to turn the notes into a story.
In Anxiety Stricken we are able to laugh at our disorders while bringing them out into the open.
The best cure is not hiding it from others.
ferf ziamond is a pen name representing a colorless, ageless, genderless tale teller who introduces a different concept. Movie style writing with screenplay edition included.
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“You need to talk to him when he sobers up.” Kelly makes her way towards my office while Gwen continues to follow.
“If he sobers up.”
“Here is Jim’s new office.” Kelly pauses as they both see me in a trance with my pencil still between my nose and upper lip. “And here is my screwball husband.” The pencil falls to the desk.
“At least yours is sober.”
I am obviously a bit embarrassed. “Hey Gwen. Welcome.”
A loud slam comes from out front. Visible from the window, a man staggers from our car. I stand and start toward the door in anger. “What the hell is this guy doing to our car?”
“Honey no.”
“Jim it’s okay.”
“We’ll see how okay it is.”
Kelly stops herself from calling to me. “Let’s just see what happens Gwen.”
“We can’t do that.”
“You’re right. Jim might hurt him.”
“On second thought, let him go.”
“I can’t.” Kelly hollers from the window. “Jim don’t!”
I grab the man and throw him against the car. A small airplane liquor bottle falls from his jacket to the ground. He grunts and takes an aimless swing.
I toss him to the ground where the liquor bottle bursts on his back.
