Idle Minds Novels & Stories

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the Senator for Imo-South injected. “Don’t tell me to shut up.” The room became very noisy as the senators all went after each other with their words. Ike was tired of the argument; he did not want them fighting, and he felt that he was definitely too old for this pettiness. Maybe one of the youngest in the room, but he was emotionally and mentally more mature than most of these senators. “Order!” Ike shouted, hitting his wooden hammer on wood.

An unknown ID. ‘This is your last chance. Make your decision now or regret it forever.’

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

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'

It sounded ridiculous, but she needed to find a way to enjoy her meal without feeling guilty. The nurse put the tray of food on the bedtable and gave her a sweet smile. Mercedes forced a smile of her own. The nurse then fluffed her pillow to make it a bit more comfortable for her and add to her already humongous guilt. She wanted to tell the nurse to stop doing unnecessary things for her comfort, but her mouth would not cooperate with her. Just what she needed, for her to feel like shit when she was feeling good. She blamed all the time she had, which made her overthink so much about things. After all, it is said that an idle mind is a devil's workshop. She was staying in the hospital and en