Here's a sample so you guys understand.
My name is Sevi Chi Nowydh, I am 35 years old and am from Mevagissey, Kernow. You may know it as Cornwall, a region in southwest England. It's a small land but it's quite lovely with brae a coastline and so much sight to see. Gashly if you missed it, but alas not all outsiders are given the chance to see a land with such a bloody beautiful environment. But when you've seen such a sight for so much your life, it gets repetitive and repetitive.
But ain't what repetitive? Those.
I'm right now waiting for the echoing in my ears to go away but never they will. So many years agone this wouldn't happen, but now it does. I'm cursed, I'm given stress. I'm targeted and I'm tormented. The echoing sounds like whispering, whispering of a woman, yet I look over shoulder and nothing be there. She say, "We all watchy you. We all see you. Escaping be the unavailable…"
"The unavailable, say she…" I repeat aloud, quietly muttering about afterward but I know I show no comprehensibility. Perhaps, daresay I, that I shouldn't be to a public transport saying such. I'm on Great Western Railway with my husband, Ynyr. Heading to Penzance, it's 15:22, we should get there on 15:58 or sooner! Or later.
"The unavailable? Daresay… I ask why?" Ynyr asks me the biggest question, slowly he speaks but such factor does not diminish the unanswerable it is. I fossick thy cauch of an internalised processor I hold and groan, there be no answer. "Wasson?"
"There be no answer, me ansome. She give no answer, such dilemma means no gazol to respond with. Tis quite despair, but it be truth. I should be lying if I say I met a response," I say to him, feeling breath catch in my throat just some. Tis a ticking bomb, I have not more than 30 minutes until it blows and is only 15:24. "30 minutes."