Change Your Brain Everyday Novels & Stories

the voice continues, and I heighten my senses. “Look at your hands. They aren’t shaking because you’re tired; they are shaking because the ‘you’ in there is losing its grip on the controls. You’re not just ‘taking hits’ anymore. Every time your head snaps back, a piece of your childhood, a memory of your loved ones, a bit of your basic math, it just… leaks out. You aren’t just tired, you’re resetting. Your brain is turning into a bowl of gray static, and the scary part? You won't even remember I told you this in ten minutes.”

By the fourth day the reach-for-phone reflex was occurring less frequently and being interrupted more easily. By the sixth day something had changed. She noticed it on the morning of the sixth day, sitting on the porch with her coffee while Caleb was inside with the girls getting breakfast ready. The water was doing what the Atlantic does in August — the specific color and movement of it, the quality of the early light on it. She was not thinking about the Osei case. She was not thinking about Grace's training program progress or the Philadelphia quarterly or the Flatbush project's timeline. She was thinking about nothing specific.

Aunt Riza is one of the people that I should protect too. She was there for me when our house fell to ruin. She knew how I felt, so she tried her best to support me. I am too small. There is nothing I can do now with it. I’ve received another chance so I should use it well. I could start with the minor things—learning words. Since now, my teeth are growing. I will be able to speak a little. I try to say father and mother but instead came out weird sounds. Tears fill my eyes. It’s so hard; I can’t believe it. But it’s so hard. How did we manage to speak normally? Yeah! I remember that I read a book about habits. We have, in our brains, different places where we stock what we learn. Habits hel

I curiously asked her because honestly, it was enough if she only buys only two cups of coffee. “So we could also have the other later, duh?” she explained. I just shake my head slowly because I have always been repeating telling her that we should have ordered and taken it here to the condo so we wouldn’t have been going out to buy but she refused to as the reason that she said that we also need to go out sometimes when we are reviewing because our brain needs it. For her, if we only locked ourselves in one place and just take a break and won’t go outside, our brain couldn’t relax for a bit.

I roll my eyes and slump into bed with a half-eaten burger in my hand. “I have to try Natalie… I will go mad. I should have accepted the freaking thirty thousand. Fuck, I got greedy.” “No! You made a smart decision. I am sure you will get used to it.” She takes a seat next to me and asks, “Tell me your routine. I will help you organize it.” I sigh and tell her my whole routine and she gives me some suggestions to keep my head sane. “Don’t skip exercise… It’s a mood booster. You know that…”

"How can you be so sure? People slip back into old patterns all the time. Especially when things get comfortable. When there's no external pressure to maintain change. What happens when the honeymoon phase ends? When we're fighting about mundane things instead of grand romantic gestures? When being better takes effort and backsliding would be easier?" "Then I keep choosing effort." He followed me but didn't touch. "Keep choosing to be better. Keep doing the work even when it's hard. Elara, I've spent the last few months in therapy dissecting every toxic belief my father instilled. I've faced wolves I hurt and taken responsibility. I've rebuilt an entire pack's culture. That's not surface-lev

Rose Sinclair; The resident doctor cleared me for discharge last night. By 5 AM, I was already up, showered, dressed in casual clothes, and ready for whoever was coming to pick me up. The past week had been nothing but a cycle of monotony, with the old TV in the ward playing the same fighting techniques over and over again. By now, my mind had memorized those moves—not by choice, but by sheer repetition. The more you’re exposed to something, the more your subconscious absorbs it. That’s just how the brain works.

I have come to accept this path, and in another lifetime, maybe I will be lucky enough to be born into a shell where I can be who I am. I am questioned by my father almost daily, and I tell him I have no time for such things as girlfriends and romance. My mother does not ask. I am afraid to think about it myself. Here it is 426am, and here I lay in this king-size bed, all the while I feel like a shepherd. So many thoughts in my head keep me awake maybe I will start journaling, so I have someone, something that will hear me. It would be past me, speaking to future me, and later when I read back, it would be as forthcoming to me since every minute that goes by is lost. So do we ever really hav

You can never change and erase everything but at least you can change yourself from your usual mistakes. No matter what, I will still be admiring you. Don't think that nobody cares about your bravery every day. Whenever you open your eyes while saddling for what will happen and if you can't bear the constant denial of this world. I'm just here, joining you in all of your battles. Always remember that every day, every minute and seconds — the situation will change. Just be brave and ready to fight anew.

I should do this before Zed’s charm would entirely bewitch me. “192 Months, 5840 Days, 140160 hours, 8409600 minutes, 504576000 seconds.” “My goodness, it sounds like ages ago.” He looks at me without batting an eyelash, then says, “the average adult human brain can store the equivalent of 2.5 million gigabytes digital memory. So, use your brain. It’s a pity that you don’t. Don’t rely too much on calculators; it will make your brain shrink.”