Change Your Brain Everyday Novels & Stories

"I'm not seeing her anymore-" “I know I used to be a fool! That's why the word 'change' was invented for people like me... remember that I do have a brain that is available 24/7 to use. I know how to think now, Hen! I have eyes too. It's still crystal clear, so I can see that you two are secretly dating!” Instead of a delicious dish that we would have shared tonight, I was full of resentment and drama. I'm full. My heart is full of storage, so even if it's a few gigabytes, I just want to release it.

I asked, staring at Dante’s figure beside me, in his head… or was it my head? Fuck, this was scary. He nodded, grinning, and turned my attention to the scene in front of me. It was the inside of the man’s head and how Dante manipulated it. I watched as he cleared all the memories. I watched him manipulate and change the memories. "All you need to do is suggest to it that it is wrong, and the human brain will listen to you. The human brain is weak and will fall if you give it the opportunity. That opportunity is giving it the chance to forget a memory or to misremember it," he explained as another scene played along.

He whispered what he remembered she said that. “If you can’t forget those memories, then let’s fill in more happy memories so they eclipse those nightmares.” That was what she said. And he smiled at that. Today was the day that his world changed… The sky was brighter, and the air was cleaner. He could smile wilder without trying. One reason for this was the fact that he started to change his mindset about his life.

The wind could blow right through me and I wouldn't even shiver. "I’m leaving," Viola said, standing up. She didn't offer a hand to help me up. "But before I go, you need to understand something. Your brain is a creature of habit. It’s going to try to crawl back into that 'Reset' hole because it’s comfortable there. It’s where you don't have to take responsibility for being alive."

Anindira was messed up, it was very difficult for her little brain to absorb lessons, no matter how many times she read, there would be some parts that would disappear from her brain again. ''I thought * green amber could also keep the brain regenerating and getting young again. Why is my brain's ability according to my age? I give up, my brain can't take it anymore... I give up...'' ''Crap! From tomorrow the hell of exams has started. I'm not ready at all, I can't...''

I would rather use the mind than the heart because I realized that my heart was too fragile and easy to melt so now, I made sure that I’m using the brain over my heart. Brain before heart is better than hurt before regret…

“Games? Who said I am playing games?” She wasn’t going to fall for it this time. Oh, no. Not this time. ‘Remember who you are Sam,’ she told herself and forced herself to remember the night her ex dumped her. A painful pain flashed through Sam’s chest as she remembered what Jeff told her. ‘You’re nice girl Sam, but boring. You simply don’t have what it takes to keep a man interested for more than a month or two at best.’

he said, glancing at my salad like it was a missed opportunity for a pizza. "I’m already sitting," I muttered, spearing a piece of lettuce with unnecessary force. "And I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to be up at 5 a.m. tomorrow for some ridiculous early meeting about 'revenue projections.'" Damien raised an eyebrow. "Revenue projections? Sounds thrilling. Does it come with a side of existential dread?" "Every time," I replied, deadpan. "It's a classic." He chuckled, but there was an undercurrent of something else in his voice—a sharpness I hadn’t fully noticed before. "You’re not wrong about that, though. Sometimes the whole corporate world feels like one big treadmill, and we’re all just

"You don’t know how my brain works." "You think in sequences," he said, as if he were reading a manual. "You won't touch step B until step A is solved and filed away. You eat the same lunch four days a week to save the mental energy of a decision. You spent twenty minutes alphabetizing those cards before you’d even let me deal. I know exactly how your brain works." I had no rebuttal for accuracy. I stayed silent as we passed the corner shop. He vanished inside for forty-five seconds—I timed it—and returned with two Freddo bars. He pressed one into my hand.

I sat opposite his desk ,staring at him with my hand supporting my jaw,i watched him sadly. Each minute he will take a sip from his coffee mug and continued. I brought out my design book and tried to create something,maybe it can help but my brain completely proved me wrong,my brain was so messed up ,I got no new ideas,many things crowded in my head,i can't even think properly". An hour later,he yawned and kept yawning and yawning,I got really possed of not saying anything or doing anything, i stood up from where I was sitting and went to him.