Emotional Inflammation Novels & Stories

The flame grows slightly as my excitement builds, then flickers wildly when I try to consciously stabilize it, nearly extinguishing before I relax back into allowing rather than controlling. "Your emotions affect its stability," Mom observes. "Notice how it responds to your mental state—growing with excitement, flickering with anxiety, steadying with calm focus." She's right—the flame mirrors my emotional state with unnerving precision. As I experiment with different thoughts, different feelings, the fire responds instantly, becoming a literal visual manifestation of my internal landscape. "This could be really inconvenient," I mutter, imagining accidentally setting things on fire every time

Reducing friction. Minimizing emotional variance. Because high emotion fuels thresholds. Love. Fear. Rage. Grief. Remove intensity Remove volatility. Remove volatility Remove rupture. Control through sedation. Not chemical. Structural. The next test comes without warning. Aidan drops a glass. It shatters on the kitchen floor. The sound is sharp. Sudden. Violent. Three weeks ago, that sound would have triggered a micro-spike. Energy reacting to shock. Now Nothing. He looks down at the shards.

“As backwards as this sounds, instead of trying to calm your mind, I think I need to start by rattling it. I need to figure out what will make you mad.” “You need to make me mad?” I stop and look up at her. I think back to times in my life I’ve lost my temper. It’s not a pretty scene. “Why the Hell would you want to do that?” “Bronx, anger isn’t just an emotion. It has physical implications as well. It consumes a tremendous amount of emotional and physical energy.” Doctor Khe presses her lips together and looks at me apologetically. “I’m going to assume you have spent a lot of time learning to control yourself. Does that sound right?”

“Mabes, didn’t you say last time that that thing hasn’t flared up in two years? Why did it flare up so badly this time?” Compared to whoever switched her blood test report, he was more concerned about Mable’s condition. Mable pinched the spot between her eyebrows. “Maybe I’ve been too tired lately.” She also could not figure out why it suddenly reappeared last night. Moreover, it was so violent, leaving her completely defenseless. Rahman said, “Mabes, you must learn to control your emotions.” The attack was largely related to one’s emotions. The greater one’s mood swings, the easier it was for an attack to happen.

Hé remove his hand from my body and glare at me. "Soo you want to destroy my relationship with my parent, if you continue this your stupid emotional shit i will deal with you in this house, didn't i ask you to reject thé marriage proposal from thé begining you insisted on marrying me then you will face thé conséquences of seperating two lovers, very selfish ugly wicked being like you."Hé say in a whisper smacking me by thé head and i breakdown into another sob just in time thé bedroom door open. Hé hug me to his chest i wishe i can yell at him and tell him to fuck off but anytime he touch me i feel this weird chemistry between us and i couldn't do anything.