Inside Out Brain Break Novels & Stories

God, those blue eyes did something to me. I was rounding up with my session when the door swung open and his teammates burst into the room. My breath caught in my throat. The last time I was in a room with boys from a hockey team, I was cornered and made fun of. The room suddenly felt too small and the off white walls seemed to be closing in on me. Their loud voices drained the thoughts in my head. “Hey.” Adam grabbed my hand. “Are you okay?” I stared at him through opaque eyes and nodded stiffly.

They sat there looking at each other and then burst out laughing. "Oh my goodness, you are something. Is your hand okay?" "Yes. I just need to ice it for another hour or so.... But how are you?" "I'm a little upset. But we're on a break so he can mingle." "Aarrg. Let's not talk about that anymore. You're actually making my headache worse." Ella laughed at that. "I have to ask though, how did Beau know how to calm you down?" "What? When?" "When he carried you out of the food court. "

it's Tuesday morning my alarm is ringing in my ear , I open my eyes "6 o'clock already"I rush to my bathroom brush my teeth, wash my face and take my bath, then I rush out of the bathroom and put on my clothes, brush my hair gently then I hear a ping from my phone, I pick the phone up it's Clarisse "hey remember our homework Aria, no excuses or Mr Rogers will fail us" my eyes widen seeing the text.."fuck the assignment, no no no no no" I said searching my desk aggressively, "it has to be here, right right" I said moving over to my drawer and finally pulling the texts out."well that was close"I said grabbing my bag and rushing downstairs to the kitchen and grab a can of Pringles before rushin

I was utterly shocked. Erin wasn't. He kept digging like he was looking for something that would shake him out of his bones. Seeing the way his hands moved, it was even scarier to think that he could end up ripping out the pages. “What do you think can break Bruce open?” He asked as he went through the pages. “You mean like a coconut?” “Yes” he snapped his finger excitedly. “Just like a coconut, no closure.” I slowed my reading to understand him. “So you're looking for a way to break him open and get all the information out of him?”

"Celine! I can't believe you'd try to throw her out! Wasn't the scene at the clinic enough for you? You are pure evil!" He scooped Clara up and headed for the door without giving me so much as a second glance. "Come on, Clara. I'm taking you home to rest. I won't let this crazy woman scare you anymore." Their footsteps faded into the distance. I curled up on the floor, feeling something warm and wet spreading beneath me. I looked down. It was blood. My blood. ... When I finally came to, I was lying in a bed at the pack clinic. The doctor told me the pup was still there, but things were unstable. I needed absolute bed rest and had to avoid any form of stress or trauma.

Every few seconds I caught his eyes on me again as though he were studying whether I had changed or merely learned how to hide myself better. Finally, unable to tolerate it any longer, I interrupted. “Excuse me,” I said evenly. “I need a cup of coffee.” Laney waved absentmindedly. “Could you bring some for us too?” “Of course.” I turned quickly and walked out before either man could say another word. The moment the office door closed behind me, I released a shaky breath. My heart was racing embarrassingly fast. Doris looked up immediately from her desk the second she saw my face.

a crease formed on my forehead as I looked into his eyes. It once again caught some pieces of my heart that fell when I saw how the light coming from the moon reflected on them. His pair of orbs could really be the death of me someday. Damn, it's scary! “Nah. As what you've said, I beg to disagree Mr. Maxim Alexander. Taking a break doesn't mean you need to delay whatever you're doing. To say that it would be a waste of time isn’t really making me stay still on the side. Because a break is what everyone needs when things are out of their control.”

"I'm certain he smiled this morning" Penny said eagerly. "Really, Joey, don't laugh, he did. His little face wrinkled up and I thought for a moment he was going to cry, but he smiled instead" "Wind" remarked Joey caustic ally, and Penny joined in the general laughter. Audrey took another parcel from the tree and handed it to Penny. Opening it, she found a thin, gold bracelet on the inside of which Joey had had inscribed :

A reminder of nights I'd been dragged out of barrooms by cuffs, dumped in cells with busted ribs and regrets bigger than my cell. And suddenly? That memory was creeping back like a bad habit. I felt like I was going to explode. So I sat up on the couch, rubbed my palms over my face, and grounded myself—because I couldn’t let this shit break me again. My phone buzzed in my lap, a reminder that the clock kept ticking. I could let this spiral. Or I could call someone.

Staring out the small window of the aeroplane, I counted each drop of rain rolling down the glass until I got to ten, only to start counting all over again. I’ve done this for the past hour, and though the action seems like a boring activity, its the only thing distracting me from the paralyzing thoughts threatening to burst out of the Pandora box within my mind. The music playing from my earbuds changes to another and the song, Oceans by Hillsong United begins with a soothing melody in my ears.