Brain It On Unblocked Novels & Stories

This is the strangest thing that ever happens in my life, this place is insane, they just take every single cent from us and let us do whatever we wanted. “Oh my goodness, this place is insane!” I shut the door in thrilled as I walk towards the drawer and put my computer on top of it after. “Those guards won’t let an inmate using a cell phone but they let us using a computer, we can even call people from the computer, what a fool!” I laugh softly as I turn on my Mac. “Oh, fuck! Should I buy the Wi-Fi instead?” I sigh. “Shit! How can I use this thing if I have no Wi-Fi, fuck! I don’t even have any games before I got here” I mumble.

My reasoning is because I was focusing on finishing off high school, had to deal with graduation and family matters, and most of all I was unmotivated and I have been. Yes, I know it sounds like an excuse but I'd rather write Blinded when I'm motivated rather than write crappy chapters that I don't enjoy writing. So for the month of June, I'm going to take a break from writing, find some sort of motivation, and overall figure out what direction I want Blinded to go. So for right now, it is a goodbye unit next month. Sorry for the delay. -L.N.F

I laughed, “That’s me. Feed the stomach, relax the brain. Plus, peach cobbler and ice cream will melt the most frozen of hearts and is good brain food. The sugar stimulates creativity in the brain.” Alpha Matthew asked, “How do you know this?” I replied, “I graduated high school at the age of twelve. Thanks to my mother, they put me in third grade at the age of five. I skipped some grades too. By the time I was eleven, I was checking books out of the library so that I could study the brain. I wanted to be a brain surgeon back then, but Luna Kate made me quit school. I begged her to let me take the test to graduate high school early, and she let me. I gave up on the idea of college almost imm

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My sister, Cindy Gardner, and I are fraternal twins. She gets to be the elder sister because she comes out one minute before me, making me the younger brother. Luckily, there's little difference between us when it comes to intelligence. Throughout our school years, one of us always ranks first, and the other comes in second. But after three years of competing in high school, with me coming in second every time, I calmly agree to keep her secret about dating a delinquent named Rodney Sloan. Then the guaranteed-admission spots to Belton University, the country's top university, become available. Our homeroom teacher calls Cindy and me into her office. "There are two guaranteed-admission

Quieten my brain to distract me from Bryan and keep my focus on Bella, seduce Bryan, destroy Bella. The background noise helped too, it played this African afro beats that I enjoy so much, “Calm Down by Rema” and other songs in a playlist. The hum of treadmills like a steady heartbeat, the metallic clink of weights colliding, the occasional grunt from someone trying to impress the mirrors. Even the playlist the staff put on loop became a strange kind of white noise, making it easier to think.

She makes the impossible, possible. I wondered why every chairman or representative of the company were so arrogant and full of themselves. It pissed me even more that I had to be the one begging for an appointment. I had planned to partner with the company whether anonymously working with them. I believed I would be a great asset they wouldn't refuse. I still had shares in my name that Roderigo didn't know about, and I planned to buy back every remaining share of my company back anonymously, he'd never know what hit him. All I have to do is wait for the perfect moment to strike, when he's cornered and would have no other choice but to sell the company shares. I wish to make them both wished

Remember, life isn’t a competition. If you are nineteen and didn’t build F******k, it’s okay. Because you are not Mark Zuckerberg. If you are sixty-five and didn’t start KFC, that’s cool. Colonel Sanders has done it anyway. If you are twenty-two and an ordinary office workers with nine to five working time and got paid with the minimum wage, that’s okay. You can still enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning! Stop roasting your brain and live life up! Cheer up!

I should do this before Zed’s charm would entirely bewitch me. “192 Months, 5840 Days, 140160 hours, 8409600 minutes, 504576000 seconds.” “My goodness, it sounds like ages ago.” He looks at me without batting an eyelash, then says, “the average adult human brain can store the equivalent of 2.5 million gigabytes digital memory. So, use your brain. It’s a pity that you don’t. Don’t rely too much on calculators; it will make your brain shrink.”

Jamie rolled onto his side and shoved his face into the pillow, groaning softly. That was exactly why he had to stay away. He lay there staring into the dark, acutely aware of his body refusing to cooperate with his carefully reasoned plan. He shifted, sighed, tried counting breaths. Nothing helped. With a quiet groan, he reached for his laptop. He told himself it was practical. If his brain wasn’t going to shut up, he could at least redirect it. He opened the browser, searched for the most generic p**n site he could think of and clicked into the most popular section. The path of least resistance.