Brain It On Unblocked Novels & Stories

“I don’t think I can,” Thea said. “I can make you unconscious by matching the brainwaves, but the coma part of it—being nonreactive to stimulus—is literal damage to the brain. There’s an area that isn’t sending signals to the rest of the brain.” “Can you block that part of the brain?” Alaric said. “Maybe it would have a similar effect.” “I can try. Who wants to go this time?” “I will, Luna,” Channing said.

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.

Then at the cupboard. Then back at the packet. Luna voluntarily ate this. Not once. Not twice. She had an entire fucking shelf dedicated to it. I opened the cupboard. Ramen. Ramen. More ramen. Different flavours. Chicken. Beef. Spicy chicken. Extra spicy chicken. Something called nuclear fire chicken. I picked that one up. Nuclear. Fire. Chicken. Who the fuck approved that name? I turned the packet around. The instructions had a warning symbol. I stared at it.

"Ms. Brooks, I promise you nothing on my servers will get Anderson Advertising in any kind of legal trouble. I create computer and phone apps. I'm willing to bet you a month's pay that you have at least one or more of my apps in the top ten you yourself use daily." "I'm not big on technology, so you'd probably lose that bet. First off, I only have two apps on my phone that aren't work related. ClickTalk that I used to talk to my family and this little fidget buster game called The Brain Drain. It's based on those old wooden golf tee puzzles and helps me keep my mind and fingers occupied when I'm bored." Gio smiled. "Which puzzle do you think is the hardest in Brain Drain? Did you get the new

I'm shocked when I hear a pack-wide mindlink from my dad. "Everyone meet in front of the packhouse at once." My dad commands. Wow. I'd only ever heard Mia. Hearing another voice in my head that's not Mia is strange. We all stand together on the large deck while waiting for the pack to arrive. Once everyone is there, my dad steps forward.

I just got another text from Mum: Please remember your medication, your doctor says you aren't taking any. It seemed like ages since I had seen Mum. At the time I didn't even realise why or really understand how much time it had been between meds. I had been blocking it out, my doctor, the meds and everything. They say the brain is an expert at blocking out things. I had no idea. I thought I was at school, watching this vegetarian girl frowning in the food court. I thought I was listening to her thoughts. This is what I heard:

“Your priorities are all wrong. Now I’m hungry, so naturally, I should be thinking about food. My brain cells don’t have enough nutrients to ponder over conspiracies and the like.” Blackie barely stopped himself from retorting with “What lacking nutrients? What you lack are clearly brain cells!” (凸ಠ益ಠ)凸 After a moment of internal struggle, Blackie bravely tried to change the topic again: “…shouldn’t you be entertaining your brother-in-law?” I’m begging you, please stop killing my memory cells with the thoughts of fish! щ（ﾟДﾟщ）

I clicked the power button, waking up the smart TV mounted on the opposite wall, and navigated straight to N*****x. I scrolled mindlessly through the endless rows of recommendations—dark thrillers, cheesy romantic comedies, sprawling fantasy epics—searching for anything loud and distracting enough to drown out the quiet hum of my own thoughts. I didn't even care what I clicked on; I just needed a portal out of my own head, even if it was only for an hour or two.