Brilliant Minds Think Alike Novels & Stories

“What’s with that look? Marriage is not the only way to get a girl, right? You can just kidnap her or simply adopt a little girl if you want to.” “IT”S A CRIME, DUMBASS!” They exclaimed irritatedly. “I just asked the way, right? So, there’s nothing wrong, right?” "He has lost his mind." They said in their mind. “Mindblowing, eh? It’s because I tend to think imaginatively instead of logically. Do you think everything started from logical thoughts? Then please explain how did they invent a lamp, the telephone, or even a sex doll? It’s because they were imagining things that would be convenient for them. And this is what I want to show you.”

He had half a brain after all. Nate frowned down at Matthew, biting his lip, deep in thought. Double fuck. Maybe Ian could squeeze an idea out once in a while, but Nate was really the brains of the operation, even if he clearly thought with his little head as much as his big one — see Exhibit A, his mate.

"But I want to shoot him." "Good girl," I said with a smile, “great minds think alike.”

A subtle yet undeniable aura of menace wafted through the air. "Like I've said before, the scariest thing about idiots is when they get too clever for their own good."

"The fragment. The one on the beach." "I want—" I stopped. Didn't know. "You want to be the hero," the oldest said. "The witness who saves. But that's just another way of disappearing." "Stop," I said. They stopped. Turned. Seven identical faces. Seven expressions. Fear. Hope. Anger. Nothing. Everything. "You're not her," I said. "Any of you. You're what she made. She's on the beach. Dying. While you breathe together." "We are her," the youngest said. "The distributed self. The solution to being one person. One can die. Many survive."

I explain, trying to speak in a language they would understand better. " Accidents happen when someone meets an unfortunate encounter, and when the brain is also triggered to pain, they lose track of past events," Bryan explained, and i stared at him wide eyes. He's so smart. " He can be a dummy sometimes daddy, but he's also a brainaic since he spends all of his time reading boring science books " Brielle explained unfazed by what amazes me and I laugh out loud, finally finding joy in my kids. " That's it Bryan, how come you're so smart ? " I asked, still amaze.

I press the button, pull out the USB and put it back into the envelope. - Sometimes I feel as if there is a common thought space for all of humanity, like a supercomputer that can hold a huge amount of information. Every single idea or thought is submitted to this space, and anyone can d******d it. For example, when you have a great business idea, but because of many things, you don't execute it or haven't completed executing it, then a few years later, someone else has the same idea, goes into business and gains great success. Or when you come up with a very interesting plot, if you don't develop it, soon someone will catch it and write a story for a timeline. You know, it's just one of the

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I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my t

“If that’s what you think, Miss Genius, but FYI, our brain is more stupid than our heart.” I chuckled, looking up at the sky as I wondered what would make my heart do to make my brain stop from doing right.