Enlightening Thoughts Novels & Stories

I feel I'm hearing myself say the same thing, but I feel it’s something that happens anew each time I hear it. My concentration breaks with a snap and I tumble into my body. When the first wave of confusion and shock settles, an ecstatic grin spreads on my face. “The thought is the wall. I can’t build a mental wall out of nothing, thoughts are actually a form of energy, so I need to use the energy I generate to make a wall to keep the other thoughts in.” My voice comes out light and happy and it’s like I just made the biggest discovery of my life, until doubt sets in and I frown.

You said share the joy in the ladies voice at the idea of us getting a normal child. “I'd love to show you all the Darlings we have!” her words bothered me. Were the 3 kids in front of me, not Darlings? I tried to ignore them as they left for the yard. I took a deep breath and focused. Think for Love, of how sad of a room this is, of these children who need love... I closed my eyes and thought of protecting them. A warm feeling spread throughout my body, starting from my heart. This was my angel side. It was warm and calming. I opened my eyes to see a ball of light in my hand. It was dim, but it was warm, and bright enough to see the room.

“Grandpa Elias wrote that knowledge is a light meant to be shared, right? If we keep it all to ourselves, it doesn’t shine as bright.” Everyone laughed softly, pleased that the lessons were taking root. Liam knelt beside his son. “That is exactly right. We have our observatory, our telescopes, our work—but none of it means much if it only helps a few. The more people we can inspire, teach, and give hope to, the stronger our light becomes.”

The January light through the kitchen windows — thin, pale, the quality of light that knew it was the middle of winter, the quality of light that promised nothing and delivered exactly what it promised, which was enough light to see by and not enough light to forget that the sun was still low and the days were still short. Ernest thought: the light is also a teacher. The winter light teaches you to see with what is available rather than with what you wish were available. The January light teaches you that enough is enough — that you do not need the full summer abundance to see clearly, that sometimes the stripped-down version shows you more than the abundant version could show.

he told me, his tone soft as he took a step back, giving me some space to practice. I nodded and looked into Megan’s worried eyes. I thought about her mind and all that could be stowed inside. Her thoughts are my thoughts, I kept reminding myself. Her thoughts are all mine… I had the same thoughts. I was her thoughts. We were connected. She swallowed the lump in her throat and I imagined that she was nervous about something; I couldn’t blame her. I was trying to tap into her mind, I was nervous too. “You need to free yourself of your own thoughts,” King Bennet warned, sensing that I was thinking too much. “Remember, her thoughts are your thoughts. Imagine that your minds are connected.”

I don’t feel as though I deserve to wear something so pure, my soul is stained by what has happened. “This isn’t your fault.” Theia whispers. “Isn’t it?” I challenge. “I put those thoughts into his mind. I toyed with him!” “When you plant thoughts, that’s all they are. Thoughts. Seeds.” My guardian offers. “How their mind puts those thoughts into action is a reflection of their character, and not your fault. The environment in which the seed is planted is just as important, if not more so, than the seed itself.”

Have you even bothered to find out the author of your thoughts? – What the author of my thoughts I did not bother to find out? – Now you tell me, child of the Soviet perestroika! What are your thoughts?! Your thoughts are a retelling of what you were told on TV! Your thoughts are what the teacher at the University told you! Your thoughts are what your parents instilled in you, your thoughts are what you were taught in school! Your thoughts are what your authority said! To write your thought, you have to puff like a miner in a mine. I couldn't even see your thoughts in the microscope! Are you still going to tell me about your thoughts?! Great minds have been writing for years to convey their

' I asked in my mind but nobody responds. 'Hello?' Can V not hear my thoughts? After a few seconds of thinking about how dirty I am, I felt strange all over my body! It was only a few seconds when I got into the accident but I already thought a lot of things especially when it comes to dirt! And the next thing I knew, a mint green light shined inside me and devour my body! Can nobody see that? Just as the light devoured me, in an instant, all the pain I felt was gone! I sat up straight and the people shouted as they were shocked by my actions!

My mind feels raw, like it was put through a meat grinder. My eyes feel like someone used a melon baller to rip them out and then shoved them back in my head. These thoughts are the first to register in my mind as I return to consiousness. I am laying on something soft, i haven't opened my eyes yet, but i can tell the lights are very bright based on the redness shining through my closed eyelids.

A thought, never mind the bluish pain of thinking as such is the bride of September afternoon, or, ideas driving the good news back into wreck again. Ink, or, the hand’s decision to turn the key in the ignition. Who is coming? When a thought arrives, is delivered, the art of return is returned, the mossy silvereyes through the shrubbery repeat the panic, the fatal vomit creeping in, leaving him with two choices on his palm. A thought, or, a fatal error?