12 Am Thoughts Novels & Stories

Just the thought of someone owning me for the rest of my life gives me the chills. I let out a deep sigh and glanced at the time on my alarm clock. It's already 11 in the evening and I should really get some sleep. My class starts early tomorrow and I don't want to be late. I'll just clear my mind off these things and hope that tomorrow is not the day. "I hope not." • • • •

"You do some of your best thinking in the late afternoon. I've noticed. The kitchen table at four o'clock." I looked at this man standing in my office in the Saturday light, noticing when I did my best thinking, having texted my father about the lease signing, sitting on a kerb in Echo Park eating with his hands, carrying an old friendship with grace and without performance. "I love you," I said. He turned from the window.

I looked at the time and there were forty-five minutes left for midnight. God, how can it slip from my mind? I was so occupied with my past thoughts that I forgot why I took this year-long internship. What if I don't receive papers on time? What will happen to my future if he gets successful in his plans? Why would have happened if Jane had not reminded me of my deadline? Shut up Nina, don't let negative thoughts enter your brain. It will make you weak. Be strong and face the situation bravely. "Take deep breaths in and out. It's not your fault that Satan cut your time short. He is the only one to blame" I whispered under my breath and followed the instruction given by Jane.

Damn it, we probably didn’t use protection…And I’m not on birth control either. It’s Thursday today, which means that I’ve got a runway to perambulate. My phone rings and I realize that the time is ten in the morning. “Amber, I’m waiting,” Liam utters. “I’ll be right there,” I tell him as I grab my purse.

A life to change is bestowed on me, and I must make the best of it. "What's with the panda eyes?" Matthew noted. I grumbled before sitting on the bench beside the roadside. It was seven o'clock in the morning, and I just had a short jog in the place, trying to re-energize my body. And I happen to run into Matthew. "Had some thoughts to ponder last night."

The kind that builds rails on staircases you used to fall down. At 8:01 a.m., the alarm would ring. At 9:00 a.m., a locker would open to a hand that thought it owned the world. Between now and then, there was only breath. I kept it, one slow count at a time.

Dazzle sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. It was just 6:40am, the following morning. His thoughts were a tangled mess, swirling with doubts and fears that he couldn’t shake. The decision he was about to make felt monumental, like a heavy weight pressing down on his chest.

“Yeah. Thinkers are divided into three margins—green, orange, and red.” “Like a traffic light? Green means good, red means bad?” Chevonne shrugged. “Maybe. But to clarify, green margin thoughts are the rarest and most powerful. Thinkers in this category can’t even be classified or measured by a teacher. There are only two known thought abilities in the green margin, and they’re considered the greatest of all thinkers.” I felt a chill run down my spine. “And the red margin?” “That one’s more straightforward. Red margin thoughts are dangerous. They can directly harm—or even kill—someone.”

Amelia's POV. My phone buzzed at 11.47pm. I was already under the duvet, the lights were off. I was just staring at the wall like sleep had personally decided to avoid me. NR_27: Are you awake? I smiled before I could stop myself. INK111: Writers don't sleep. We overthink. I sent the message. The three dots appeared immediately, it must actually be nice and I frowned slightly. INK111: Not really, what's wrong? Talk to me.

​The silence of the train car was absolute. The countdown to the end of the Architect had officially begun. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and for the first time in months, I didn't think about the past. I thought about the kill.