Brain Explodes Novels & Stories

Chad looked out the window and noticed the sky was getting dark. "Even though the skull protects the human brain, the brain can be squashed as long as the appropriate force of the blow is applied," he said as he gently closed the shop's door. "As a lawyer, I am sure you have dealt with similar situations—a person who simply slipped and died on the spot. The truth was that the brain had been squashed." A shiver ran down Sonya's spine. She suddenly realized she had just witnessed Hansen's brain being smashed and him going insane.

I sighed, “Would it be considered a bad joke if I said I have a splitting headache? Because I really do.” He chuckled quietly, “That’s why I’m speaking lowly, but that one is quite cringeworthy right now. I will order some pain meds, but I need to do some sensation testing and movement testing first. The axe did a lot of damage to your brain. The impact of it caused skull fragments and small pieces of metal to scatter all over the surface of your brain and some embedded into your brain.

I question resting against Osric under the hot water. “It can cause brain damage; it usually appears like a stroke. Forced memories do more damage and can even kill, it’s dangerous,” Embry explains while grabbing shampoo squirting some in his palm and begins massaging my scalp lathering up my hair.

I asked in a whisper of a breath so I didn’t crack in half from the pain. He knew what I meant, and gave me a sympathetic smile before dealing my fate. “Indefinitely. You’ll be on the medication until we get you going with some serious trauma therapy. This episode, this ‘parataxic distortion’ you experienced, it will come back. It always does until it’s dealt with. But with how fragile you are right now, we have to wait until you can handle it because it will dig at your core and bring up all sorts of nasty memories you’ve suppressed and buried for years.” Just say it…say the word… Broken. A step away from being institutionalized.

Drew paused, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. Natalie’s face tightened. “What happens when the crack expands?” she asked, her voice a whisper. “It shatters,” Rick replied grimly. "Come again?" Natalie turned to him, her expression dangerously serious. “Yes, it shatters, and by then, it will be too late,” Drew interjected. “What the hell are you talking about, Uncle?" she slammed him. "The brain is something we use daily. If Sophie doesn’t use her brain, how is she going to survive?”

“These are the latest brain scan results.” Miranda studied the complicated images that appeared on the screen and frowned. “What caused this pattern of damage?” “A blast wave from an explosion,” Dr. Zeller said. Miranda froze for a moment. Dr. Zeller’s expression grew even more solemn. “Miranda, I need you to put everything you have into the brain-computer research. This technology will affect a lot of lives in the future.” Then he shifted the topic slightly. “A number of soldiers injured in border conflicts have suffered similar brain trauma. If brain-computer technology can make a breakthrough, it could save many young lives.”