Idle Minds Novels & Stories

I want the way the world narrows down to just his hands and his mouth and the friction of our bodies. But there is a problem. My brain is rotting. I stare up at the ceiling, tracing the intricate plaster molding with my eyes. My body is exhausted, thoroughly used and worshiped, but my mind is pacing the cage, clawing at the bars. I’m not designed to be idle. I’m not built to spend my days shopping online, arranging flowers, and waiting for my husband to come home and breed me. I have a degree. I have an IQ that scares people. And right now, the most intellectual decision I’ve made in forty-eight hours is choosing between Eggs Benedict or an omelet for breakfast.

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.”

Our intelligent quotient was raised by 4 because of the climbing, the secret mission and the few tests we Were given, this surpass many of the beta. All beta whose IQ is lesser than ours was demoted to protons and protons to alpha, Emily and Stephen was promoted to Proton, but Alveera, Alfred, Andy and I was promoted to beta...the news Nicholas was demoted spread faster than I imagine. I didn't see Nicholas in any of the classes, even martial arts', I felt sorry for him, he had given up so much to be were he his, I thoughts as I continue my practice, funny enough, he appeared at the team meeting, he took his seat and wait as Alveera talk, Alveera waited until he was done before she continued

Carol’s breath caught. “Not your old house, Ells. That’s suicide.” “Only for tonight.” Her voice was ice. A ghost walking her own graveyard. “Fine,” Carol relented. “Send me your location. Call me if you need anything.” “I will.” Ellaya hung up. Her hand tightened around the phone until her knuckles whitened. --- Meanwhile, across the city— Iden leaned back in his penthouse chair, the amber whiskey forgotten in his hand. The laptop in front of him glowed with numbers, contracts, power moves he no longer cared about.

I sat beside the big tree, skipping stones while I eagerly waited with my lip between my teeth and a silly blush on my lips. But an hour later, he never came. —----------------- I skipped breakfast the next morning, I spaced out a lot and I grumbled at everything that moved past me. I did my chores without delay and I lifted whatever was given to me, despite how heavy it was. I didn't know how to feel. I guess I just wanted to distract my mind from thinking. I wanted to be so busy that my thoughts wouldn't stray to places that would leave me fuming mad. Thoughts that left me sneaking back home by midnight and staring into the distance when I ought to sleep.

“Someone is tired.” “That’s a good sign. Beauden must be doing something right. I’ve never known Wisdom to sleep in the daytime.” Idris looks at Beauden walking out the door with a large commercial fan and turns it on to blow toward them but mostly on Wisdom. “Yes, thank you.” Idris claps.

Eli agreed, and returned to his dinner with the satisfied certainty of someone whose first day had produced sufficient evidence to conclude that the new thing was, in fact, worth engaging with. After the children were in bed I sat in the garden in the warm September evening, the first coolness of autumn beginning to thread through the last of the summer warmth, and thought about the two children asleep in the house behind me, both of them so entirely themselves, so clearly shaped by everything they'd grown up inside and yet so clearly beyond it, already, irreducibly their own. Hope with her colour-coded plans and her wasabi bed and her debate team and her particular, fierce conviction that t

Bummer he wasn't in the right mind. “Idiots.” Damion hissed darting out into the night. No doubt already hunting down an innocent creature out of spite. He was just a bloodthirsty killer. Even I have boundaries I never crossed. Looking down at the girl. Her blonde hair was tangled from the floor yet she still remained cold. Her power probably had something to do with that. For all I know she could always be cold. Eric rubbed his hands together, opening a portal to the dreadful castle. “This will be such fun.” His cheery voice was still sharp leaving me stung.

Then, he left their house to go to his new school with the thought of everything seemed to be pointless now. *** He took a quick glance at his watch. Past one o’clock in the afternoon, the students were asked to proceed to the covered court of their school for a special announcement. This day was no special. He did not understand any slice of the lessons taught by their instructor because he was uninterested. He also had made no effort to talk to others for he thought that that would be pointless. Although some students were initiating a conversation, he had not given any interested rejoinder. It was as if he suddenly felt like he lapsed to a state of mind that everything was pointless now.

The man begs to her but she doesn't pay any heed to his any words and ask him to go after giving him his money One employee says to his colleagues "He really thought he had bought Zoya Siddiqui just because he was paying a small amount of money." To which his colleague replies sarcastically "Naive!" On the other side Zoya gets down from her black Bentley and enters into the a building named 'White Rose Kindergarten and Day Care'