Brain Chair Meme Novels & Stories

My lips twitched a bit when something clicked in my head, then I raised my hand to pay her back gently, “You are so indifferent, and I Like that about you. But I want to see how calm you will remain watching the reason why Adams's company and reputation collapse and the reason being he is dating a sick, poor woman!” I said softly and slowly like a devil. I felt her stiffen and this made my heart a bit satisfied and bloom with excitement, my eyes turned gentler, “Everyone knows people with Brain tumors can be so troublesome and they mostly refer to those people as crazy people,” I explained to them laughed as her body turned more rigid.

Turning in my chair, I watch the document lying next to the nearly eaten food box and sigh deeply. Well, it’s the final showdown, I guess. Linking my fingers with each other, I press my palms away from me, stretching before I start typing along, looking at different sequences of what could blow into my face tonight. I shake my head as if it would help me to free my mind from the indecent thought about something else that I would hope to have blowing up into my face. “Stupid brain,” I mutter to myself, clearing my throat as I keep typing along.

He turned to look at my face, smirking before he swiftly turn back to face his front. "I don't like him, idiot. He kept saying we used to be best friends when we were kids. He has our pictures together too. I still have a lot of questions going through my head about him. How comes I never remember him or have any memory about my childhood with him" "That's because your brain doesn't work effectively. You're a dumbass" he said. "Aiden! This is not funny, you know"

Hopefully. I lay there on the bed, staring at the ceiling like it had answers written in the plaster. Father’s words kept looping, one month, frozen heart, Ice, like a bad song I couldn’t turn off. But that’s the thing with huge problems. My brain has this neat little trick: shove them way to the back, slam the door, pretend they don’t exist for a while. So that’s what I did. I grabbed my phone, opened F******k, and started scrolling. Mindless stuff. Memes about bad dates. Cute dog videos. People arguing over dumb things. Anything to drown out the noise in my head.

This is just a sick joke. It has to be. It has to be my brain misfiring because I lost too much blood or because I hit my head too hard or because I am actually dying and this is my punishment for every bad thing I have ever done in my life because there is no other explanation that makes sense right now.

The word kept on playing inside my mind and same went for his smile. " WHAT THE HELL!! " I sat up abruptly and tried to get the image out of my naive mind. I took a deep breath. " I was doing fine just now why were you bring it up stupid brain! " As I scolding my own brain. " OH CRAP you too. " My heart’s beating rate suddenly increased. I look down on my left chest. " It’s alright, V! It is just a trick of mind. " I tried to do a meditation sitting like a pro meditator on my bed.

My parents and Sharon hurried over to him, their faces full of fawning smiles. Second Pops took the surgery order and casually flipped through it. His expression went cold almost immediately. "A brain transplant? Who accepted this case? Are you out of your minds? This surgery is extremely difficult, and there hasn't been a single successful case in the world. I can't do it."

Suzy asked. "No. Go to your home and take good care of your brain. I think your brain cells are damaging day by day. Eat some peanuts. It's helpful."Shawn said sarcastically before closing the door. This girl annoyed him a lot. He has to get rid of this as soon as possible.

I replied in my mind. Mom stared at me in shock. I smiled and said, "So, how does it feel to hear my thoughts again, Mom?" Mom asked in surprise, "So, you knew?" "Of course I knew! They are my thoughts, right? Shouldn't you have asked for my permission first?" I retorted. I was certain that a chill ran down Mom's spine at that moment. Zach clenched his fists, ready to hit me. "What's the meaning of this? Were you playing us the whole time? Did you make all of that up?"

"MOJI!!!" The intensity of the voice that called my name was so high that my eyes opened instantly. It was eerily quiet in my room and I looked around, still not sitting up. My eyelids were starting to flutter close again when I heard my name again. It was louder than usual now and it went straight to my brain. I sat up, feeling the start of an headache. I specifically showed mom the meme that was made because of the fact that African parents shouting their kid's name to wake them up could lead to brain damage but it seems like mom forgot or she simply did not care because that must be the only reason why she was shouting my name like this.