Idle Minds Novels & Stories

Heaven of now frowned and asked "Imperfections into perfect???" "Yeah!! by the way you are saying that you aren't lazy, nah? Then look here , the eight voices of laziness: Confusion: “I don’t know what to do.” Neurotic Fear: “I just can’t.” Fixed Mindset: “I’m afraid I’ll fail or look stupid.” Lethargy: “I’m too tired. I don’t have the energy.” Apathy: “I just don’t care about anything.” Regret: “I’m too old to get started. It’s too late.”

If I was going to die, then this stew was my choice of death. "Just guess the first thing that pops into your head." "I've never been good at games." "Well, that's because you have all the bad Karma, but that's another story." "What?" My head pounded. Oh my god, why couldn't he just be straight with me? "Come on, just guess a letter. This isn't luck this time. You know this." "What!" "Do it. Just guess a random letter. Whatever pops into your mind." I rolled my eyes. How absurd. "R."

A subtle yet undeniable aura of menace wafted through the air. "Like I've said before, the scariest thing about idiots is when they get too clever for their own good."

Motorcycles sped over, over took the ride they can, then tall buildings of companies and houses was viewed up there on our way. I had no idea where we were, but it became tiring as the distance was a bit far from home now. Almost everyone were asleep now, some were busy with their phones while some still chat with their sit partners. I rested my head on the head rest as I enjoyed the music by Johnny drille that rocked in my ear. "Hey!" Someone whispered. "Can I say something?" I removed a piece to listen to the intruder. "What!" My brow furrowed, still in the same position.

Sometimes I know that I’m really right, but I’m not confident enough to speak up for myself. Now I’m in eleventh grade, some people are still mocking me by calling me a pretty face with no brain. Well, some things just never change. People can be cruel and can judge you because they don’t know you personally. I took a deep breath to relax. "Why can't people just mind their own businesses and not notice every wrong single thing that I do?" I stood up, laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I stared at the ceiling for so long that I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep. I looked at the clock to see what the time was and suddenly sat in shock because it was already five pm.

Elektra announced carelessly catching Alcinder off-guard. “I did not”. Alcinder pulled me into an embrace and for the seconds it lasted, heat spread my entire face. If I wasn't as dark as midnight, I would be red. I sat on my clean bed crossing my legs and eating a bag of chips. “So, let me get this straight. We are going to sit here all day and pretend you are not eighteen today while your mother throws an elegant party for your amazing brother”. Elektra rambled in circles.

The weariness of the journey, combined with the peaceful ambiance of the garden, was too much for my tired body to resist. As I slept, my mind wandered through fragments of dreams. I saw glimpses of my past, my foster mother Monica's warm smile, and the mysterious forest that had brought me here. My thoughts danced between memories and the possibilities of discovering my true heritage. I felt a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, wondering what awaited me inside the marble castle. ( Kaden )

Without mirror. Hard. But mine. I closed my eyes. Not to sleep. To rest. In the dark, I saw nothing. Not blindness. Not emptiness. Just the space where something new could grow. Something I would make. Not find. Make.

“He only had a high fever when he was little.” My voice was not loud, but the surrounding chatter fell silent at once. “Who says that makes him an idiot?” Miles jerked his head up, disbelief trembling in his eyes. Evan’s face darkened completely. “Clara, do you have any idea what you’re saying?” I lifted my glass and took a small sip without answering. Miles was still staring at me blankly. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something. But he was too anxious. When he stood, his foot caught on the coffee table.

Yet, this time across the forest, the pack wind blows a completely different way. "If the visual fog inside your skull is that heavy, my hand can gladly command a head healer from the network to examine your brain." Idris’s deep rumble carries a completely nonchalant, indifferent weight, but the cold words make Ayomide’s face turn instantly pale as clay. "Idris." She forces a soft, trembling purr from her throat, keeping her sweet act alive under pressure. "My tongue carries a private pack matter to discuss with your ears alone. Does your throne have a free minute for my carriage right now?"