Brain Explodes Novels & Stories

She walked out in a hurry. Blaze grew restless even more. He felt a tightening in his chest. He had the sense that he was trapped between two boulders. It was difficult for him to breathe. Aside from that, his head hurt. "Ugh, my head," Blaze groaned and held his head with both hands. "Why am I having this headache suddenly?" He wondered. He reasoned that it was the aftereffect of his violent behavior. He assumed that his brain had been strained as a result of his uncontrollable wrath. At the same time, he was concerned that he would lose his mind and act recklessly once again.

Although they have the strength and power that qualified. The current situation was made even worse by the appearance of a sphere in the sky, that was the moon, dark red with a black patch in the center. The blood moon tragedy occurred some time ago and it seems that now there is a blood moon that is even worse than before. The gods who were being burned by the fires of hell felt hot and in pain. They have tried to get out of the scope of the fire, but the branches of Naitura will pull them and enter them again. Their skins were scalded, and their blood was bubbling inside their bodies from being boiled at such hot temperatures. Later on, some of the gods had already lost their heads so that

Otherwise, I’m going to go crazy searching the web for information until I convince myself that I have a brain tumor. Forcing steady, even breaths into my lungs I settle back against the pillows. It’s probably nothing, anyway, plus I won't get anywhere on a Sunday afternoon. Not unless I want to go to the ER, and that’s not worth the money or explanation. I try to focus on the documentary, yet no amount of trying gets the thoughts to go away. My brain is like a tilt-a-whirl, spinning around and around. How can I have a hundred different scenarios running through my head all at once?

I know who is safe. If we are going to solve the madness of the world, we can start by respecting the human brain as an organic computer that works best with logic, emotion, creativity and self driven passion; though we have the capacity for random access memory, it is a poor way to educate and the reason our schools damage our innate genius capacities. The genius ability to triangulate rather than do binary thoughts is what makes them so close to notions of madness. When the brain hits extremely high levels of activity - of creativity - a very strong logical aspect of the prefrontal cortex is required to keep it in check.

Michael huffed and waved me to the living room. "Hurry because the children will be arriving any moment," I added and Michael ran both his hands down his face. "Grayson got a severe brain injury when he was a young pup and because of that, he experiences memory loss every time he's severely injured. The doctor has tried numerous times to cure him but the connections in his gray matter are wonky. He will never rid himself of these episodes if he continues to get injured," he grunted harshly. I exhaled deeply and rubbed my eyes.

"Six weeks and eight adays since my accident. I still haven't got my memory back." Dr Bennet observes me and takes his glasses off. "Cole, I understand your frustration, son, but brain trauma isn't like any other physical illness or a broken bone. We can't just bring all your memories back with an operation. The brain is the most complex organ we possess, and it's very unpredictable. I am confident your memory will come back in time. The question is, do you want your memory to come back?"

I know somewhere in my mind it wasn’t the Alpha and Luna’s job to tell me and somewhere in my mind I also understand why my mom didn’t tell me, but it’s all clouded right now. My head is pounding right now, like there’s something trying to rip through it. I let out a scream and pull at my hair. I look up and see Liam worried face. “Liam, make it stop! My head... My head feels like something’s trying to... Trying to escape. Please! Make it stop!” I plead with him, grabbing onto his shirt for dear life. Somewhere in the fog I hear Liam shouting, “She’s burning up! Go get it now, Dallas!” I can’t think about it to much, before it starts to feel like my brain is being ripped apart. I see others

Ann choked, pulling me closer. “Wait, information transfer, what do you …” I had barely made a statement before Ann's finger pierced through my skull. The sudden influx of knowledge threatened to rip my brain apart. It actually did. My brain ripped apart and continuously repaired itself. The knowledge flowed through me like the blood flowed out of me. Knowledge. Scenes. Secrets. The information was too much. Too much that it almost crippled my brain. “Ann, you crazy woman.” I screamed as I held my head, rolling on the floor like a worm.

" Brandon switched off the gas and prepped his dish. He called the home assistance to mirror the call and she did. "Good morning Dr lawson." Brandon greeted as he took his meal to the table.in the living room. Jasmine sat there too, she ate her breakfast there. "How are you? Brandon told me about the issue and I have seen cases like this and you can be well assured that it isn't Alzheimer's disease. You are just a little bit tense and worried. You still haven't gotten over the past trauma or maybe a painful event. This kind of case happens a lot when you are trying to forget something so bad that you overwork your brain and some cells that are linked to the memory channel are dead or dying."

I was able to breathe through the confusion, as Laura sat there, quietly waiting for me to relax. “What the hell was that?” I asked, as the wave of discomfort passed. “That is what I used to call baby brain,” Laura said with a soft smile. “Baby brain?” I asked, confused. “So much is coming at you, on top of trying to destroy a witch, that your brain has decided to take a break. I am sure other people would call it something else, but I always called it baby brain. And you are not alone. We all felt that way at some point,” Laura assured me.