Idiot Brain Novels & Stories

In the end, she misplaced a decimal point, turning a multi-million-dollar deal into a one-dollar giveaway. I had rushed all the way to the high-speed rail station, begging and negotiating, even drinking with the client the entire night. Only then did I manage to recover the company's losses. Jenny pouted aggrievedly, saying, "Zoe, do you think I'm stupid? You wouldn't even let me do a thing. I don't know much, sure, but I've been working hard for the company. It's like you're biased against me." Since the day she joined, it was either she 'accidentally' destroying important documents or her trying to deliver water to coworkers, only to accidentally' splash it onto the power switch and black

A vegetable. I shook my head, a genuine laugh bubbling up. It sounded dry in the quiet room. “Such an idiot. Couldn’t even handle a broken woman. No vision. No patience.” Just brute force. And it got him crushed. Good. It was better he was out of the picture. Less noise.

“Why in the world did I try to kiss him? I’m a huge nerd! I withdraw from myself and my deeds. I was not thinking at all, and if I had been thinking, I would have realized that was incredibly foolish and careless. Isabella, you were doing foolishly! “She finally admits it,” I rolled my eyes at the obnoxious voice in my brain. All I wanted was for it to stop talking and go away from me. The small voice in my head scoffs back at me, saying, “Hey, I heard that.” as though I gave a damn. Who are you anyhow, wait? “I am you foolish,” it whispered to me.

Is that too much to ask for? “Excuse me,” I said, waiting. They turn to look at me. When they notice who I was, they give me a look of disgust. I did not care at all. “Well look at what we have here if it isn’t it the stuck-up bitch,” the douche bag said. “That all you can come with? It amazes me how small your brain really is?” “What you bitch?” “LET ME SHOUT IT OUT TO YOU, I WAS SAYING YOUR BRAIN IS SMALL. DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M SAYING NOW?”

"What am I actually thinking? It seems like all the problems just grow into one and I don't know what to do. Thousands of times I have tried to be the best human being, but thousands of times I have also had to swallow all the refreshing tastes like this and it seems that this is not one of the reasons I am a person who is really, really, really stupid."

I wonder how I always end up being called the dumb one. “I don’t know, use your stupid brain” Scott said. “Who the fuck are you calling stupid?. Do I need to remind you that my IQ is a lot higher than yours” She ranted or should I say yelled making me distance the phone from my ear. “Right now, I feel as if my own IQ is higher than yours because if you’re unable to make up a flimsy excuse, then am quite happy to say that you’re the most dumb person I have ever met” Scott said and Jer starts to try and break the argument and talk about the situation at hand but the two idiots are not listening. I immediately cut the call, if I listen to their argument one more time, I will literally commit a

“Love at first sight? Only fools would believe in those useless things.” A certain man raised an eyebrow, in which the other person quickly noticed but refused to acknowledge. – Captivated. Reese took pride in being second only to their boss in terms of intelligence among the eight idiots below him. It's his brain that has earned him this position, and he hates himself for allowing these hordes of walking bad luck to drag him into one of their idiotic games—which resulted him to this state, worried about the consequences that await them after this mission. Thus he was unable to function normally.

“Ugh… shit! This daydreaming got me insane!” I mumble on my bed as my eyes keep pointing to the white almost grey prison wall, my mind keeps dreaming of her. My room is full of mess because I didn’t clean my room in a week. I didn’t clean it not because I’m otiose, I just don’t have time for it cause I’ve always out before 8 AM and taking care of Z in her room, I even don’t have time for myself, even for taking a shower or spoil my pathetic self.

" Geez! I'm going to be a lunatic. " What's wrong with my brain? I press my palms on my temple and sit down on the mattress. I close my eyes and take deep breaths. It's impossible to get him off of my mind. It's stupidity. I don't wanna admit it. I wanna go back to his room and stare at him. I close my eyes, fighting with the smile and recalling him.

When I went back to my room and lay down on the bed, the inside of my head felt like a malfunctioning computer executing millions of commands per second. My shampoo-scented body, clad in my silk shorts and camisole, sank into the bed's luxurious sheets, but my soul was practically in agony. I was starting to feel incredibly miserable, battered, and above all, completely stupid. My inner voice began broadcasting from the left side: "Are we stupid, Nova? Why aren’t we trying to escape this yacht?"