Brain Lock Novels & Stories

Completely embarrassed, I bit my lip, and tried nervously to pull it back, all while I knew my checks were burning red. Mr. Locke was looking at me, his face unmoving, his eyes drilling into me. “I am sorry, I”, I somehow managed to squeak out, not daring to look at him. “Take your time to compose yourself”, he said dryly. “It is not as if I do not have business empire to run and projects to manage”, he said, this time with venom I did not understand. He motioned his large hands towards the chairs behind the table on my side. “Miss. Brook, I am on limited time, and you are already late. Would you like to sit down please?” he said, seemingly becoming more frustrated with me. I did not know wh

Anton frowned at his younger sister’s words, “What the hell is this insane younger sister of mine thinking?” “And why would we arrest your husband?” Anton asked his younger sister in astonishment. Now that his younger sister had amnesia, he could no longer read what was going on in her brain. It’s like a climate that is just fluctuating sometimes, it’s sober, but her brain is full of air most of the time.

Because my instincts don’t care what’s smart. Because the moment someone puts brinks on you, your nervous system forgets the difference between fear and hunger. My head is still wrong. Not spinning, exactly. More like… delayed. Like my eyes see something and my brain catches up a second later. The healer said concussion. Said rest. Said no sudden movement. Said no shifting. I almost laughed. Not because it’s funny. Because I haven’t been allowed to shift freely since I was a child. The brinks residue is worse.

Jack said through gritted teeth. "Your brain disagrees. Your neural pathways are showing signs of micro-scarring consistent with sustained informational overload." Dr. Miller clicked off the penlight. "Jack, the bridge's anchor function was designed for Marcus's Guardian physiology. His density field absorbs dimensional stress the way a sponge absorbs water. Your body absorbs it the way a glass absorbs a hammer." "Then I need a better glass."

Worry flickers briefly in her eyes, though she holds herself with a grace that cannot be shaken. She was here yesterday. She rushed in, her voice trembling when she said Lila’s name. Her eyes had been red, frantic with fear. Her grandmother. The realization settles softly but heavily, like something settling into place. Just as the calm begins to steady my breathing, the doctor speaks again. His tone is professional, careful. “It appears she experienced a shock to her brain triggered by a resurfacing memory. Given her selective memory loss after the incident, her mind struggles to revisit certain parts of her past, especially those tied to emotional pain. What happened was her brain reacting

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.

The mind is always supposed to be active, it has to be a spell of sorts to block her memory, and she must be trying hard not to think of anything as well. “There is definitely something not right here. First of all, her thoughts had a mind block. It was some sort of spell. Why would a human have that? How would she even know how to do a mind block? She’s not thinking about anything which should be impossible. Everyone always has a thought floating through their mind even while asleep. The brain is always active. But her thoughts are just blank, like…” “Like she’s actively trying not to have any thoughts just in case the mind block wasn’t enough to keep someone out.”

Jessie It's been two weeks since we learned about the pregnancy and my Aunt Alex's murder. It's my first day back to work and it's been chaos. There have been so many patients that it was literally making my head spin. I was sitting at the nurse's station, trying to get my head to stop spinning, but it was no use. Everyone was running around like crazy and it was making my head spin worse. I close my eyes, breaths shaky and lay my head down.

My brain is not processing like I need it too and for some reason it this all seems purposeful, and it is starting to piss me off. Every time I try to remember, it’s like a wave of pain rushes over my entire body. It is as though my brain is asking me not to remember. I start small. I look at what I am wearing. I am wearing short black shorts and a black tank top. All skin tight and not my style at all. There aren't any visible markings on my body that I can see. She has no visible tattoos. My socks are knee-high, black, with three white stripes at the top. There are a pair of black chuck converse next to a door with pink shoe lac… A DOOR! I dash at the door, practically running into it. Jig

One been working with a team of doctors trying to get the drug so I could use it on Laura and make her forget everything about Nathan. They have to make it look like dissociative amnesia, which is when your mind blocks out important information about yourself, causing “gaps” in your memory. One of the most common reasons your mind blocks out things is to protect you from unpleasant, distressing, or traumatic experiences. It’s not the same as simply forgetting something. In most cases, you still have the memories but can’t access them.