Idle Minds Novels & Stories

I’m going to blame whatever she blew in my face. All I know is I’m free falling down a black pit. It’s good I’m not afraid of the dark. Looking around, I started to see clocks in all shapes and sizes, but most were melty. It was like being in Salvador Dalí’s surrealist masterpiece, The Persistence of Memory. While I appreciate art, I don’t think I like being in it.

God, she was pathetic. "It just baffles me how well you know me! How are we not besties?" "What are you trying to do?" Minion number two named Sue, glared at me. They were not enjoying my sarcasm. I heaved out an exaggerated sigh. "Nothing. Just trying to give the world another joyful reason to continue to orbit the giant star in the middle of the solar system." River looked at me with a flat expression but ignored my remark. "What is it really, Eliza?" She tilted her head to the side and looked at me as if she was analyzing me. "Can you not get a guy? Can't dance? Can't—"

Lida stood silently beside her, she felt a sadness of the man next to her, she merged into that stream of emotions, endless, endless. From that moment on, Lida made herself belong to the man next to her, sometimes she thought: "I don't know if he will force me to return my body? And if that happens, should I? Close your eyes and lie still?" Every time she asked that question, she tapped her forehead with her finger a few times to dispel the strange thought. Then she smiled wryly. Tomorrow, Ian must stand out to select and train those weak people to become an invincible warrior.

He sighs, "You've poured more than enough honey on your pancakes, princess." My eyes widen and I look at my plate. I huff and put the bottle on the table. Why am I dreaming in daylight? "I apologize," I mutter and hold the piece to stuff it into my mouth. "No worries. And yeah my love, don't think so much. I know it's impossible to forget what happened in the past but whenever you feel like your mind is struggling, just take some deep breaths and push the thought out of your mind." I nod at his words. He knows my habit of overthinking and we can't help it. Overthinking feels like a disorder sometimes and to me, it's the most dangerous disease.

That night, Lyda was unable to sleep. She felt overly aroused by her spiritual conversation with Iris, and as promised, she did not say a word about it to anyone, not even her own sister. Adea had been hesitant to go to sleep that night, remembering the horrible dream from before. She asked if she could sleep in her sister's bed again, but Lyda only shot her a look and said, "No. Grow up." Despite her fears, it did not take long for Adea to pass out, but Lyda was stuck in a state of limbo where she could not close her eyes no matter how tired she was. It got to the point that her eyes were burning with exhaustion, yet her restlessness prevented her from drifting off. Her mind was lost in won

Matthias There’s a reason why dealing with idiots is exhausting. Sure, expecting too much often leads to disappointment rather than satisfaction, but I’m fairly certain every person is at least given a brain to think. Some just choose not to use it, letting it rot into nothing more than dead weight in their skulls. And the worst part? They don’t even realize it. They move through life making the same mistakes, refusing to take responsibility, blaming everything and everyone except their own incompetence. It’s almost impressive—the mental gymnastics they go through just to avoid admitting they’re the problem.

"How are you going to spend that much time? Are you kidding?" "Ah," Ida exhaled, suddenly in need of a reason, prompting her to fizzle forth the worst thought that had recently entered her thoughts. "There's this mind-cleansing tour called Love-Free, and I have signed up, paid for it, and I can't back out," she explained, having to make up that lie at the end. "Love-Free?" Maki inquired. "That sounds completely made up."

"No. 1: Overly logical, completely lacking in romance." "No. 2: Had once caused emotional pain because of work." "No. 3: Does not know how to cook." In the Opportunities section, he noted that I liked him, including his virtual identity as Mr. Y, and that he was currently single. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The final page held no summary, only a photo of my cat in its most ridiculous expression, which had become both his desktop wallpaper and our chat background. A velvet box lay beneath it.

The dreary weather or funny, stupid memory from the glass house about a bird that kept hitting the window. During a comfortable silence, Ian stared out at the glittering city lights, his expression content but wistful. He sighed softly. “You know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “sometimes I think about just… us going away. Somewhere quiet. Where no one knows our names. Not ‘Feral Minds’ Ian. Not ‘Hunter Foundation’ Zhedya. No past. No enemies. No… ghosts. Just a clean start. Somewhere the past can’t find us.”

It seemed that if I wanted to end the game, I'd have to do it on my own. As I recalled all the survival-horror novels I'd read, I rested my chin in my hand and sank into deep thought. The ghosts sat in a huddle around me and pretended to think hard, too. But… "Why is everyone sitting here and spacing out? Well, I'll space out too!" "What should I eat for lunch… and for dinner…" "The tiny human looks so soft… I really like her… If only I could pet her again…" "Tiny human…" The last comment trailed off with giggles.