Idle Minds Novels & Stories

Maybe, hopefully she would go to school the next day and there'd be no Ella in grade 4. But tomorrow came and there was Ella on the school assembly ground lined up together with other students in grade 4. It was a sunny Friday morning. Juana couldn't pay attention to the assembly teacher; her mind was somewhere faraway. She looked from Ella's face to Ivy's to Alicia's. Ivy focused her attention on Mrs Amanda who was talking about 'Cleanliness is next to Godliness'. Juana as well as all other students had heard that ten thousand times or more but here was Ivy listening as though she were hearing it for the first time. Juana knew she wasn't listening, it was an attempt on her part to a avoid l

Despite the fact that I was his mate or rather his fiancée. And of course, the most important thing is... That idiot has suffered from an amnesic disorder. "Why 'Golden'?" "Don't ask me," I replied, probably in a rather brusque tone. "I mean, I have no idea. Doesn't anything stick in your brain?" "No," he replied curtly. "Good," I said sarcastically as I continued to think out loud. "Crap," Jayden muttered as he peeked out from behind the curtain just like I did, albeit from a higher position. He really had gotten taller. "Why are there so many of them?"

"What's the meaning of this? Were you playing us the whole time? Did you make all of that up?" I leaned against the doorframe and blinked innocently. "What are you talking about, Zach? We have not met for a year. Did you have any dreams this past year?" Zach fell silent. He did have dreams. Not just him, but everyone had dreams that were similar. They had dreamt about the things they heard in my thoughts. Winter set the kettle on the stove and poured some cups of coffee. I spoke again, "Mom, there's still a story I haven't finished. Do you want to hear it?"

14-MAD MEN FOR CINDERELLA The warm breeze gently caressed Nyx's skin, but his body was already burned with the exertion of digging those wretched holes. His jaw clenched tightly as he replayed the mind-numbing task in his head. Suddenly, a forceful shoulder collided with his, causing him to stumble and break from his thoughts.

I thought for a while before concluding. "$1000" I answered. He stared at me for a while not believing but I maintained my facial expression, he exhaled before igniting the engine and with that, he drove off. Resting on the back seat, I drifted off into thoughts. Who are the people behind the attack? They made fake IDs. Camila could have gotten shot, thank goodness nothing happened to her. And Camila, I paused remembering I waited for her yesterday. She wasted my time so I had to leave. I brought out a drink gulping it down. I bet I'm not mentally prepared for today's class but I have to attend either ways.

She asked with a sly grin. Sage had walked over toward the small chair that she had in the corner of the garage. She looked like she was a million miles away. “Yes, very.” “Oh, girl. It’s only going to get better.” Smiled Abela. “After we can read each other’s minds. It comes in handy but it’s also scary.” Replied Sage. Abela finished jamming things into her bag. Walking over to the light switch she stood there waiting for Sage to follow her inside. They had plans for the night and that to hit a few clubs to blow off some steam.

“I stay 24/7 at home, my mind isn’t working now. Otherwise, I would have topped this semester easily.” Aariz tilted his head, eyes narrowing in mock suspicion. “Ah, blaming your loving, extremely responsible husband, are you?” Timtim’s cheeks flushed pink, and she pouted, pointing at him with the pen. “Yes! It’s all your fault. You don’t take me out to the park, movies, or anywhere fun. How am I supposed to concentrate and study when my brain is bored out of its mind?” Aariz’s lips twitched, trying to suppress a laugh, but failing. The sound that escaped was a low, rumbling chuckle, eyes glinting as he watched her animatedly gesture at him.

Every night when I sleep, I just remember her crying out my name. In my every dream, I just remember that I was just so coward that I didn't help her. Every morning, I wake up in this guilt that due to my coward nature, she had to lose her life and, I am living a life full of freedom here. Every day, they help me, not forget the sins I've committed. Every second, they try to make me just end my life somehow. But I want to observe this world, I want to see how cruel they can be. And that day, when I'll be done, I will hang myself on through the ceiling.