Idiot Brain 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.

Such rubbish and gibberish. I till date despise that statement. It cringes me and till date ruins my mood. He's all powerful. We all know that. I know am incomparable in power terms to him but I've got the brains. I've got iq. I've always been way smarter than him. He's averagely smart but am miles smarter. And everyone knows strength and power alone ain't the only essentials needed to rule a pack. High iq is also essential. High iq is relatively more powerful than mere brute strength.

Jett Ever since I was young, I’ve realized life was a fragile, puny thing, a pathetic concept of the universe; to create brilliant minds and squish them into small bodies, fragments of a bigger cosmos. I learned from somewhere that humans only scratch the surface of the brilliance of their brains and there was a reason for that. However, as I grew older, the reason slipped out of my mind. I liked to think as I grew older and my care for the world slowly vanished, I started to use smaller and smaller portions of my brain. Despite this, I was still a lot smarter than the rest.

It was a game that I was once loved since I adore it so much… not realizing the hardship of those people that was in here… Hah… I am an idiot Even if I know many things about this world I am at now, even after being an addict in this game, even after spending lots of time playing the IKINOBIRU, even after being in a place where I was once wishing for… I am still an idiot just like what my family think of Just like what m friends before think of… I am nothing more than a trash who knows nothing at all… I am an idiot that can't use his head even after having this much knowledge….

May 29th 1977 Nate would not say that he considered himself to be a cruel person by any means. He was pretty much your average twelve year old. He liked looking through comic books and eating sugary cereal. Typical kid stuff. Except that he was incredibly intelligent with an impressively high IQ. In his small, off the map, hick town full of imbreds and idiots, as he refered to them, he was the smartest one around.

"Stupid! Dense! Fool! Idiot! Dummy! Brainless! Blockhead! Goon! Moron! Retard! Pervert! Molester!" …It succeeded in dealing damage, even to me.

He started explaining again and I listened to him even though sometimes my mind changed into his face "Get it?" He asked and shit! "I- I-" He's looking at me angrily "How do you study at home?" He asked with a give up tone "By drawings?" I said and he looked at me like I grow 2 heads "Drawings?" "Like brandstorming" I said and he looked at me annoy "Are you really that stupid huh?" "Sorry. I have a really bad brain" I said looking down

He sounded really pissed. "They're not weird fluffy things, that's called plush toys!" I wanted to make my voice come out strong, but it still came out similar to a toddler's after crying, "And it's not a stupid glittery doll, it's a Barbie, you moron!" "I don't care. Unlike you, I haven't done a PhD on dolls. It's you who engages in nonsensical behaviour, and you know what? I actually thought you were smart. But intelligence seems to be the last thing present in your almost non-existent brain cells."

Mya gripped her pen and dared not lift her head, "Madelyn, am I really that stupid? No matter how you teach me, I can't seem to understand." She continued, "I've switched classes several times. My classmates all mocked me for being stupid. But I wasn't always like this; I used to be smart. When I was a kid, I lived in a small village in the mountains. My family was poor, and one time, I got sick and had a high fever. I didn't get treatment soon enough, so I got brain damage and now I have a bad memory. Madelyn... Don't worry. I'll work hard like you. I've already learned how to solve the questions you taught me the last time."

For another woman, he not only wanted to ruin my future, but he also treated me like an idiot. I took out a neatly folded piece of paper from my school bag and slowly unfolded it in front of everyone. It was my last semester exam result sheet. The score on it was only 20 points. But on another attached sheet, there was a bright red stamp. [National First Prize, Olympiad Competition.] I held up the award paper and waved it in front of them. “Jace, did you forget? I was never the useless girl you could control.” Jace froze for a moment. Then, he looked at me with contempt.