Chaotic Minds Novels & Stories

I continuously pinched my tighs in fear. If she rejects the resignation. No, she can't do that. What if she says until one week before she'd clear my resignation? "It's my choice, and I choose to delay the resignation until next week" her voice keeps playing negative replies in my head. I'd lose the other job before the. Heaven forbid. My mind continues to think of different negative replies unaware of my present self. Even Mrs. Hopper should be too busy to notice.

I wonder and then my eyes fall on the wall clock which is hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 7:34 PM. I gulp and go inside. The door of the room is still open and I eventually forget about it. I see two bookshelves on the right side of the room. I walk towards them and scan the books. The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything.

Alexei said quietly: "Looks like I need to see a psychiatrist… Alexei would have done so, but as soon as he arrived at work, despite his strange state, he found that he could read the thoughts of all the people who passed him. Even his colleague Anna, whom he knew well, decided to approach him after Alexei read her thoughts. Her thoughts were that she needed to go to Alexei and ask if he had a client in his client base that she wanted to call. She actually asked him about this, and Alex replied. After what Alexey embarked with his worker the table and went in toilet. Not understanding what was happening, Alexei washed his face with water and said to himself: "It can't be... But I can read pe

She was slipping away, fast. Vanessa had swallowed the world. Brain after brain, steaming, different with all the new possibilities she could learn. She was underwater, or in the space, no gravity to hold her back. Then she was upside down, running on the water, a Jesus-moment. None of it was true, somewhere deep down she was aware but the mind hive was beautiful. Like a mythic Fey, a nymph idling in the sea looking for a partner in crime. Not a monster, this place, was not a monster. What if she could bring it every mind out there? It giggled, cheery at the idea. As many minds working in symphony, like one thought, one action. No more conflict. The ever more peaceful existence. She'd start

Under the roar and clash, under the snarls and screams. The minds. Dozens, then hundreds of them, pushed at the edge of her awareness as the rogues slammed against the line. Most were a tangled mess of pain and confusion and forced rage, raw and jagged where whatever held them had scraped their instincts away. She reached. Not gently. There wasn’t time for gentle. Her awareness dove into that chaotic swarm, threading between flaring pains and animal terror until she found the places where something else had sunk its claws in. There. And there.

The world was a cacophony of chaos before Carmen stirred. It was not the chaos of her surroundings but of her mind. Voices-hundreds of them, loud and bone-curdling-echoed in her head, pressing against her consciousness like a violent storm. The voices clamored in her ears, some distant and garbled, others so close they felt like they were screaming inside her skull.

A rare moment of peace in my otherwise demanding life. Suddenly, a blinding flash of white light erupted in my mind, jarring me from my tranquil moment. It was a vision, stark and vivid. I suddenly saw a group of strange, unfamiliar figures, their faces hidden in shadows, infiltrating the Red Den. Their movements were swift and calculated, their purpose clear - to break someone out of his strict custody. The vision was fleeting, gone as quickly as it had arrived, leaving me with a gnawing sense of unease.

He let out such a loud gnarl that I felt even my insides were vibrating at the thunder-like sound. I recognized his symptom, and my blood ran cold. He was a mad rogue. Among rogues, mad rogues were the worst enemy you could find yourself facing. They were the opposite of a wolfless-- I had my mind all to myself, while a mad rogue had its mind all to its wolf. Whoever the owner of the body was, his mind was no longer in there, or at least not in control. The hesitation the silver wolf showed was exactly the symptom of its two minds fighting over control.

Everyday that I see the sun rise is torture to my soul. Every morning that I wake up without Don by my side tears my heart into a million pieces. I don’t know where life ends and where death starts. They’ve both become the same to me. It has made me prisoner in this dark perilous place called my mind. I sit by the window every night and wait for the morning never breaks, but that even is too much to ask. This is my own hell. This is my own home.

Many tried to run but were suddenly crushed by a mental wall that began to cage everyone in. All sounds faded and an ache ran through Trix’s head. She felt herself being pulled in a direction which she did not know. Her vision blurred and the pain grew. She fell to her knees. It was as if her head was about to explode she felt as if she was going to die. ‘Stop fighting it,’ a voice echoed through the chaos. ‘It is who you are Trixiana.’ ‘Open your eyes, Trix.’ ‘Open your eyes!’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan.