Brain Lock Novels & Stories

I couldn’t sleep at night because my brain keeps thinking of Lena and I am so worried for her. She broke my friend’s arm and it makes me feel sad knowing that she changes to become someone that I don’t even know. I was resting myself on my bunk and about to take a little nap before I visits B block. Z gets better day by day, she already off her sling yesterday. I’ve been taking care of her since last week Lena breaking her arm at court.

She didn't know how he was able to manipulate little Molly. “Doctor tell me what's my daughter's condition. Why doesn't she recall anything?” She turned to the doctor who was more than happy to explain. “She suffered from an accident. And, she hurt her head pretty badly and it affected her brain. There was a disruption in her brain's temporal lobe and that caused some damage to her hippocampus because of the head injury. That's why she doesn't even remember her own name. Her memories are blocked at the moment until the swelling begins to die down.” Madeline took in a long breath to process all what the doctor had told her.

"All that time is so blurry in my mind; I can't remember it clearly, as if my memories since we moved here are fading away. And it doesn't make sense; I understand that I can't remember that night because of how traumatic it was, but why can't I remember well such a long period before that? Am I crazy?" Dr. Newman shook his head. "You're not crazy, and I thought we had already established that we would not use that word." "I know, but it doesn't make sense." The doctor laced his fingers together on the desk. "Anna, the human mind is so complex that we have studied it for centuries, and there are still many things we don't understand. However, I think your brain is just protecting itself, blo

The fucking condom broke. Fuck. His breathing increased. Bonnie, on the other hand, asked confused as she felt the nervousness radiate from Lorenzo. "What's wrong?" "Fuck." Lorenzo only mumbled. "Lorenzo you're scaring me. What's going on? Is Grace okay?" Bonnie wobbled over to him, touching his shoulder. "The fucking—Shit!" He exclaimed, dropping the bin.

Oh! &*&%@$$*#£$!$%£#@%^**&%^%&**&*!!! I might have blacked out there for a moment. All my blood has run south. I think Sarah just sucked my brains out through my cock. There was something I was worried about, but I can’t remember what it was. I can’t even remember my own name right now.

I hesitated, realizing that I didn't have a clear answer. My memories seemed to blur and shift, like trying to grasp a handful of sand - the harder I squeezed, the more it slipped away. I couldn't quite recall the sequence of events, the line between reviving Roxy and visiting my brother grew increasingly fuzzy. A sharp pain stabbed through my head as I struggled to remember, and I winced, my mind recoiling from the effort.

“To shut your mind from people trying to access it, you concentrate on your mind. You will see the last thing you were doing before you started concentrating on it. Apart from that, you will later see what is running on your mind, your thoughts. You will have to throw them behind your brain by force then imagine a door with a lock. Imagine that you are shutting everything in there. Squeeze your mind and let it close itself and lock it as you could lock the door. To know whether you succeeded in it, try breaking into it, not breaking it but accessing it without even trying to open it. Just read how you could start reading an open book.” “To open the locked mind, you need to try opening it as

I visualize my brain as a busy room filled with radio static, a hundred different channels playing at the same time. I picture a heavy, iron door right in the center of the chaos, pushing against the noise, forcing every single stray thought, every bit of panic behind that door. I imagine sliding the heavy bolts into place, throwing a padlock over the chain. Click. A small smile of relief escapes my lips. The dull ache in my temples reduces just a fraction. I hold my breath while keeping the door shut, testing the strength of the barrier. It is solid. But will it hold? A maid’s thought is actually something small, maybe that’s why I could easily block her out. What happens when I am surround

He groaned, a raw, animalistic sound of pure frustration tearing from his throat as he dropped to his knees to claw at the plastic casing. “Leo, stop!” I commanded, leaning down and firmly grabbing both of his wrists. “Look at your hands, Leonardo! Look at them!” He froze, his hands hovering over the keyboard. They were shaking with a violent, uncontrollable tremor, a spastic, rhythmic shuddering that had nothing to do with the turbulence of the aircraft. “The adrenaline,” Leo gasped, his forehead resting against the edge of my seat as his chest heaved. “It’s... it’s clearing out. The server block high... it’s gone. My brain... it’s misfiring, Mom. The data blocks are falling apart.”

"I know…" "No, you don't," he interrupted gently. "What Miss Parker is experiencing goes beyond simple confusion or memory gaps. When the brain suffers trauma, even relatively mild trauma, it tries to fill in the empty spaces with information that makes sense within the context the person is in. It's a defense mechanism. A way to create a coherent narrative when real memories are temporarily inaccessible." He paused, as if carefully choosing his next words.