Idle Minds Novels & Stories

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

Don't let him take me No one taking you,go to sleep He will come back Ok Alex am going to give you an injection that will help you sleep, is that ok Yeh but you know am not crazy doctor Can't say but I wish so I was giving the injection and slept off I always keep having the same nightmare,his coming,his coming,and Everytime am always scared Thank you for coming ma How is my child Sorry man but it getting worse So my daughter won't get well We are trying our best You are not trying enough, doctor Ma you have to keep clam Don't tell me to keep calm,my child is sick in there and you say keep clam(crying)my child,my princess Ma I will try my best The whole school have heard of Alex sickness Hey

Why couldn't he be his true self all the time? As Hae Mina looked into the mirror, she realized Nightide was full of people with dual identities. Kyung Jiho, the bad boy who wasn't so bad; Duskin, the nerd who was Dusk, the dark child; Cass, the Casanova who wasn't such a Casanova; nonchalant Rhee Min-Jun, who had hidden emotions; and Hae Jae-Woo, who was actually Hae Mina. Too many double identities, but she was glad that happy Jeremy and goofy Yang Dae-Su were their true selves.

Or it’s just a dream? But why does it felt so real? I look outside the window and realize that it’s already midnight. I slept too long reason why I skipped dinner. Instead of going downstairs to eat, I decided to go back to sleep. But those voices… they seem so real. I hope they’re not. Because if it’s true, why can’t I remember it? Do I have amnesia? But that’s impossible. I can still remember my childhood. I put myself back to bed and stared at the ceiling until I slowly fell asleep once again. “You killed her!”

I could say my speech in my sleep. The client introduces herself as Mindy, a fifty-seven-year-old real estate agent who will be leaving today for her son's wedding this weekend. She has six children and thirteen grandchildren and has been married to her husband for the last thirty-one years. The stories she has, some funny, some extremely depressing, lasts as long as the entire appointment and before I know it, I'm starring at the big hand going up the twelve, while the little hand meets the six. Closing time.

I can’t even blame myself for having these naughty thoughts because it just keeps getting better every single time we do it. I pick up the cup and take it to the kitchen, which takes thirty seconds, and now I'm still bored but in a different room. God. He's turning me into something. I don't know what exactly but it's something. Because an idle Andrea used to think about grocery lists and her brother's medication schedule. Idle Andrea now apparently thinks about one specific man and the very specific things he does and how he fucked me last night in different positions, making me come over and over until I couldn’t even remember my own name. The way his hands held me down, the sound of his v

"You won't go? Fine. I quit. I won't go either. Whether the client calls the police or the project gets stalled–I don't care! If I'm going down, none of you are going to get away with it either!" I called the chairman, Richard Walters, and told him about my deregistered identity and intention of resigning. Richard came to the office in rage, forcing Edward and Jenny to apologize to the clients and explain everything. Richard did not want me to quit in such a rash manner, though. He gave me a month to think about it. In that month, Edward brought Jenny along to visit every client. Unsurprisingly, every client would text me about her. [What kind of unprofessional intern does your company hire?

Like a fool. " So, when will her family be coming? Are you ready to receive them?" " Only her twin sister will come." " A twin sister?" Asked Dylan, surprised. " Yes, a twin sister. Two Diamond Crunchers with the same face, under my roof... I'm truly cursed, my dear friend." His friend said nothing. He heaved a dejected sigh as he emptied his glass again, turning back to the window as if hoping to see the solution to his problems coming from afar...

guDiya khilaune merii saheliyaan Dolls, toys, my friends: ab mujhe lagtii hain sarii pahaliyaa.n they all seem to me now like things of the past yeh kaunsa moD hai umar ka At which turn in the road am I? yeh kaisa diiwaanaapan hai kya jaanuu.n What sort of madness is this; what do I know? main kya jaanuun What do I know? mushkil ho gaya khud ko kaise

I could see a level of understanding cross the faces before me. “I was hidden away when my village was burned to the ground and sent out to the human world for protection. I only discovered my true identity a few days ago and yesterday I learned an even greater truth.” I had to stop once again to collect myself. I knew I had to show strength but the truth was I still hadn’t completely accepted everything I learned yesterday. It seemed that I was out of time. “All of you have heard the rumors and stories about the Midnight child. You have told your kids fairy tales and probably wondered if any of it had been true. It is.”