Idiot Brain Novels & Stories

Do you also realize that if they grant your father that trust, he would want treat it with decency and commitment? Surely you are unaware of this since you are illiterate. Your brain has endowed you, but you are not using it properly. I'm hoping your brain just removed you upon your birth. Or maybe your brain is not gifted with the ability to think because you lack the ability to think clearly! @Emma Draper:

The very notion repeats itself in my mind ad nauseam. “You got a fucking problem mate?” the loathsome creature snaps, the malicious odour around him intensifying as his mind runs through all the contemptible yet hilarious ways he would love to put me in my place. It amuses me how the most sadistic of humans are also the most stupid. Their inability to feel humility or empathy gives them a warped sense of self; a grandiose reflection that impedes them from seeing the dangers they willingly put themselves in. Dangers I feel no compulsion to warn them about.

was writhing as he thrust more and more divine power into that nearly dying body. What was wrong with that bastard? He was always cruel, always ruthless - no matter what plan we were talking about, what existence it was about, he was always a fucking asshole full of himself. "She’ll die if she stays that way" the little demon in my earring muttered "her human brain will burn." Smile. "Is it going to be a barbecue... or is it pâté? I’ve never tried a human brain pâté, it should taste good with spices and a garlic toast. Everything looks good with garlic" I said as I played with my index finger on my lips.

Do I really have to share a bed with this guy tonight? I sighed in despondence, how foolish of me to completely forget about the actual matter at hand while daydreaming about jewels and riches! I couldn't fathom if I always was so stupid or was today a special occasion? Whatever maybe the case, I suddenly couldn't find myself rebutting the fact that I was a waste of two billion years of evolution. The comprehension made me sad, but what could I do, my family was responsible for this sporadic idiocy (I would like to speak for myself and say this that I'm not always this stupid, normally I'm a very smart person. But this disease [Idiocy] is a genetic intermittent ailment which comes to me only

"Big dummy, are you sad?" Linda heard Bran's sweet voice call her a big dummy and looked up, pretending to be fiercely mad. "You little rascal! Who are you calling a big dummy?" "You!" Bran blinked. "Big dummy says what!" "What…" Linda clenched her teeth. "You little troublemaker! You're the silly one! Your whole family is silly!" "Hmph! My dad's a genius with an IQ of two hundred, my mom's smart and pretty, and I'm a genius kid!" Bran puffed out his chest. "You're the silly one, and so is your whole family! Hmph!"

Those with lower intellect often don’t understand more than a few words and forget the conversations rather quickly. “I thought you were the smart brother, no?” Fenton asks without doing as much as glance over his shoulder to check my reaction to his question. “I wish,” I laugh. “Lazarus is the smart one. He got the brains, Lenox got the strength, and me - well, I guess I’m average. My mom says I’m special, though, so that’s good, right?” I add the last part for good measure. For some reason, my brain decided that dumbasses always imply how their parents say they’re special or smart. Fingers crossed this will work to my advantage.

"How could I order you to take drugs from the restricted cabinet in the first place? You're the moron who killed someone out of incompetence, and now this is my fault? How shameless can you be?" I sighed. "You're pretty heartless yourself, aren't you? When you were head over heels for him, that same incompetence was 'adorable.' Now he's just a moron to you?"

He eyed me suspiciously. “I am in the middle of a crisis. I just realized I can’t jack off for the next six months!” Nice save. Percy’s mouth fell open, and his pupils widened. “Oh my god. That’s what you’re worried about?” I brought my hand up and knocked on my head again. I’m getting dumber and dumber. I’m screwed. I am having a mental crisis. Oh god! Why did I wake up dumber than I already am? Okay, I’m not dumb. I’m quite smart, but dear god, I’ve gone stupid.

He looks at me without batting an eyelash, then says, “the average adult human brain can store the equivalent of 2.5 million gigabytes digital memory. So, use your brain. It’s a pity that you don’t. Don’t rely too much on calculators; it will make your brain shrink.” I laugh, and he smirks. What he said is true. I can’t live without using calculators. “You know what, I like you. It’s fun to be with you. I hope we can start a business of our own in the future. How do you like it?” “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?”

Alina pouted over a math problem, tapping her pencil with dramatic frustration. “Why do I have to learn this? It’s stupid.” “Because you can’t be dumb forever,” Leo shot back with a smirk. Her eyes widened. “I’m not dumb!” “You kind of are,” he teased. “Your brain is like… cake. Soft and sweet but not very useful.” “Hey!” She threw a crumpled paper at him. Layla intervened, half-amused, half-stern. “Enough. No cake brains or insults. Leo, help her instead.”