Brilliant Minds Think Alike Novels & Stories

he said, low. "A thing doesn't get to be that old by being slow." I was talking faster now, dread doing it for me. "It's one of two things. Either it's a brute, an animal that happens to last, and you can maybe out-think a brute. Or it's not. Maybe it's like us. It shifts, it thinks, it remembers, and it has had a hundred of your lifetimes to get good at all three while you got the seventy years of living the rest of us get."

"Why did you go outside the private garden instead of the public parks available? You could not enter the private property so wouldn't the public park be more suited for recreation. Allen cursed and cursed. He cursed the people on social networks as well as the policeman. How the hell is he so fast-thinker? And they said cops could be tricked easily. The other cops seeing the situation was not resolved went into position, observing their next move which left them with little choice to choose from. They were about to turn when the cop again said "Never mind, you can go. The minds of the new really do think differently. It would never cross my mind to go for recreation to somewhere where I can

Just like magic, their minds seem to get connected to each other and arrived at the same hypothesis at the same time. "Wait, did we just had the same dream?" "I think we had the same dream."

“Since you call it a realm, does it have something to do with a place? A territory?” She nodded. “Kind of. Remember how a person can only be called a thinker if they surpass the ten percent brain limit? The two thought abilities in the green margin are so ridiculously powerful that only a handful of people belong to it. They achieved almost ninety percent brain capacity. And they belong to either of only two thought abilities.

“I mean, who would want to leave this fire, these blankets and that view outside. Until you realise that none of it actually exists.” “Well it’s as good as real,” Thought tells me. I’m not about to question him. “I can manipulate your mind to do whatever I please, and you wouldn’t know the difference. You would still consider that real, right?” “I get it, you’re powerful,” I say over my shoulder, my face practically pressed against the window. “So, you’re not disappointed you’re mated to someone as average as me?” Thought frowns. “First of all, you’re the most extraordinary person I’ve ever met.”

Baji said, disagreeing with Damien’s suggestion because it was a bad idea to move. “You don’t think? What has your thinking done so far, other than allow is get missing one after the other?” Damien asked and a majority of the people around echoed in agreement with him. “But who knows what’s out there, Damien?” Baji asked, looking at everyone else trying to make them see reason. But Damien’s case has been able to coax them.

Why wasn’t I hearing anything? Then it hit me. I hadn't heard a single thought from him since the second we'd collided. Normally, people’s minds kicked in right away when someone accidentally got a drink spilled on them. A stream of annoyed, low-level swearing thoughts about the stain, the fabric, and how the night was now officially fucked. But with him, it was just a total, unbroken void. Which should not have been possible. Humans thought constantly. Their brains never shut up. I knew that better than anyone. I had spent years drowning in it, learning how to filter through chaos that never stopped moving.

I said. His eyes flew open and met mine before a smile appeared on his lips. "You mind saying that again baby?" "I didn't know that you were this old and senile." I repeated, raising my brows. "And you wanted a young boy? A young baby?" He cocked a brow and sighed. "No wonder they said...poor minds, think alike." He rolled his eyes. Did Brian just roll his eyes? Like he literally just, rolled his eyes and scoffed? "Great minds, think alike. Do not misuse the words baby." I said.

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."

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