Inside Out Mind Worker Novels & Stories

"Daniel, I really did faint just now, it's just… It's only because Bernice's folk remedy worked that I woke up." Even though she obviously hated me, she forced a sweet smile. Watching her act made me want to laugh. 'It's just old grime from the outhouse walls. If she wants more of that, there's plenty where it came from.' Hearing my inner complaint, Mom and Daniel could not help but smile briefly before quickly suppressing it, their expressions somewhat twisted. "I said the sales clerk position is for Bernice, so it can only be for Bernice. It doesn't matter that the name was submitted. Tomorrow I'll pull some strings to get it changed back. We can't let that 100 bucks go to waste.”

Looking at me with nothing but displeasure written all over her aging face. I curled my fingers into a hard tight fist, and raise it up to my mouth. Before I bit into it. Looking anywhere but her. Each minute was like an hour, causing my heart to thump rapidly in my chest. And I couldn't breath or think straight. My head was currently suffering unstableness. And my mind, restlessness. "Dammit!" I slammed my fist against the starring wheel again. Not giving a flying fuck if the old lady would lay complains again.

Stop talking like dimwites and concentrate in your work ' my inner self said banging on my brain . Now first work is to fire him... My driver. . . .

Mom am not insane,it the truth vampire are real it bit me and drank my blood see,see ( showing her are neck ) Alex shut up,just shut up you are mental,am sorry but you will be going to the mental institution this evening,I just have to sign my signature Mom you can't do this am your child,your baby girl,your little princess And you are till are,you are till are (crying)am sorry forgive me Mom ,mom That night I was taking to a mental institution THE NEXT DAY ok everyone get up,hey you girl get up I got up what will I do this is my life now Hey everyone,time for your breakfast I walk like everyone,eat like them until bully came Hey bitch what you eating Look like a mad man just call a mad girl

I braced myself. It was exactly like my first day. The same overwhelming rush of voices, the same endless stream of thoughts colliding inside my head. Back then, everyone had been terrified of me. They had built walls around their minds, carefully choosing every word and every thought because they knew I could hear what they tried to hide. But today? Today, nobody cared about hiding. The thoughts came freely. Almost intentionally. Like they wanted me to know exactly what they thought of me. [First assignment, and she almost gets our best detective killed.]

She could feel a hot liquid from her nose. The person who owns the mind is in a room. This room was a bit strange because there were so many colored curtains. She saw Tristan and Brent there with their mother. 'You're a rookie, Miss, but I won't let you disturb my mind. ' Tristan, Brent, and even their mother were shocked as the opposite woman suddenly cried with pain. Then she fainted. *****

Ivy tugged at my sleeve and fretted, "Have you lost your mind? Are you seriously going to let them get away with this?" I smiled because I finally understood why Sophie had always known what I was thinking before I did. She hadn't used a hidden camera or any kind of AI algorithm. She definitely couldn't read minds either.

“You would think this demeanor that you've kept on is meant to protect you from me but it won't. I know you better than you know yourself Audrey. And this right here is the perfect definition of Madness. You don't even know what the f*** you're talking about any just come here ranting bulshit. this is you being stupid. This is exactly what I keep telling you about. This is exactly why I tell you that you are much lower than us. Your f****** work less. you are…” “ I have heard of those insoles before. I have listened to them and crammed them in my mind. but that's not where my question lies. and I certainly have not come here to listen to you beat about the bush. You know what I'm asking you

"He's in the sun, the wind, the rain, and in the air in which you breathe He sings a song of hope and cheer, there's no more pain, no more fear You'll see him in the clouds above hear him whisper words of love You'll be together before long Until then listen to his song." Christy Ann Martine ~•~ Awareness came in gradual stages. It began with a series of tiny explosions that went off behind my hazel-coloured eyes, intense detonations of pain that heralded my return to consciousness.

A month later, I found a job at a small local ad agency. The base pay was meager, and after I did the math, I found that it barely covered the rent for the basement. My boss, Stefano Pavan, talked a big game about flexible working hours. But in reality, he treated me like cheap labor around the clock. If an email came in at 3:00 am, I had to drag myself out of bed and get to work. Still, I kept posting on my blog. In fits and starts, I wrote about the quiet bitterness of those on the margins of society and the moments they were made to feel invisible.