Ellious Novels & Stories

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.

These things he hadn't told the Master of Health before, but since Elijah was like a family member to him, he said about his feelings to him. Elijah stiffened, staring at him intensely. "I really do not understand what is going on with me," Olgarias spoke again, looking at him expectantly to say something. "I assume I am going crazy." Elijah stood up from the bed and began to pace back and forth in the room. If what Olgarias just said was true, it was a huge matter of worry to him. Because he also could guess what was happening to him. He roamed his eyes through a table beside the bed, it was full of empty plates.

'Hello, everyone. My name is Ellie and I am a representative of Lions Fashion Group. I will be taking you through the collaboration process today. We will kick start the process right away but before we dive right into the business, I will like to appreciate you all for taking your time to attend this event. You all are wonderful and unique people', Ellie said, which made everyone applaud her. This got Sophia angry as that was not what she had anticipated.

DAMIEN'S POV “Mr. Dickins, while memory loss isn’t my primary specialization, I have studied various aspects of the human mind,” Dr. Ellis began, choosing his words carefully. “Sometimes, in cases of extreme psychological trauma or distress, our brain’s defense mechanisms kick in. It’s a radical form of self-preservation. To avoid distressing memories, the mind simply… erases them. Or, more accurately, blocks access to them. It’s a way for the psyche to protect itself from overwhelming pain, from a reality it deems too unbearable to confront.”