12 Am Thoughts Novels & Stories

I felt his words to me that other evening were just words, without action. I sighed for the umpteenth time as I stared at my laptop screen. It was really difficult to come up with something to write about. My whole mind seemed messed up, literally making my imagination wander like a lost item in the sea. Writing had been difficult. My thoughts were interrupted at the sound of the doorbell, as I reluctantly stood up. It was 11am in the morning, who could that be?' I thought. Just like a flash, a weird thought eroded my mind.

But I can’t now, after telling him to flee this place. I stayed longer in the park until I felt the morning dew and the sky slowly lighting up. People started appearing for their early jobs or morning jogs. I had not slept that night, nor the night after. I remained to drown in my thoughts during my times alone if not preoccupied with my daily mundane tasks, thinking about a lot of things. I was back to pondering the significance of my existence and other silly existential thoughts. It was inevitable. Everyone reevaluates their existence at some point in their lives. But I think mine happens too often…or do I just overthink it?

I said, and even though I knew he would not believe it, added, “also, I was not in a mood all day. Just thinking... y’know, alpha thoughts.” “Now I am certain something is up with you. You? Thinking? For a whole day? You would have better luck convincing me eagles could swim.” “Is it really that surprising?” I mused. “Do you want me to answer that?” Leon asked. “Focus on driving,” I replied instantly.

Should I hold on to it too? I let out a loud, exasperated breath. I am now again lost in my darkest thoughts. This happens from time to time especially when I'm left alone. Even if I try not to think about it, the thoughts would just immediately rush out like the water from a broken faucet wanting to be fixed. I stared at the students walking along the hallways of the university. I’m currently leaning on the wall, waiting for my dear friend to fucking show up. It’s already been an hour for Pete’s sake!

And it seems that in this generation , no one has known peace , I'm not special . I sigh and turn , desperate for a little nap before it hits 2 am . I check the time . It's only 11 PM . Are you kidding me ? I'm supposed to overthink for another 3 hours before it's time ? I whine and shove my face into the pillow .

Time comments from where he is walking around the living area, deciding on mini statue in the shape of a lion to comment harshly on. “I’m inclined to agree,” I say dismissively. Thought looks at me pointedly while I smother a smile. To be honest, it’s enjoyable watching the way Time twists Thoughts patience. No one bothers him more than Time, so it’s interesting to see him try to rein in his anger. Time winks at me, clearly aware of my motive. There is no way Thought is going to send his brother away when there is information on the line. Thought stands, putting down his glass that was once filled with some kind of murky alcohol. “I’m going to bed. You two can keep yourselves entertained wit

(Chase) Two in the morning is a stupid time to be reading anything. Two a.m. is the time when nothing on a screen is the size it actually is. The stakes inflate. The threats get teeth. A perfectly reasonable contract clause looks, at two a.m., like the end of your life's work. I should have known better than to open a message from Sonia at two a.m. I’ve read it four times. I’m about to read it again. Chase,

She locked at the clock and saw that it was 8:21am. This discussion with Jana has made me prepare late for school darn it. That selfish girl. Only thinking about herself. How is it my fault that she turned out to be a mischievous child. Gosh. I’m so mad right now. She thought to herself as she reached the dining hall.

"Me too, Love." Closing my eyes, I thought back to my thoughts in the shower. I really wish Jacob and Ryan were here to make me laugh. My eyes wandered to the clock above the fireplace and, it's only ten-thirty. I sighed deeply then cocked my head back to look at Tate. His brows were furrowed in focus as he thought deeply. "Where do you think they are?" I asked.

I wonder what keeps him away all the time. My phone in my hands, I check the time and calender. Today's Wednesday. I have classes from afternoon till evening. And the time says 11:28 AM. I don't have much time to prepare anymore. I proceed to taking my bath while I make a mental mantra to myself that perhaps it's my body trying to tell I'm about to fall sick.