Me Vs Brain Novels & Stories

“Why does that woman's face always appear in my head?!” Meazus was annoyed as his brain kept replaying the footage of what happened to her and Deanna. The alpha tried to focus on reading the important papers on the desk, but Deanna's expression that night kept coming to his mind. The man loosened his tie and leaned back in the swivel chair as he let out a long breath. Meazus closed his eyes to relax, but the image of Deanna continued to haunt his mind.

What I thought would take days to do, is turning out to move faster. As I clear her core, I decide to take a peek into her brain. As I get in there, I am surprised at how easily I can actually maneuver inside her brain. Had this been a surgeon trying to remove a tumour I think he would have refused to do so. With a surgeon, one mistake and the individual could be paralyzed or dead. I was able to follow along the path and absorb the toxins.

I scoffed in disbelief as I glared at the elevator door, murdering the person inside in my mind. Seriously? Why is he not affected? Am I the only one having these weird feelings? I thought he wanted me ba– Fudge! My eyes widened as though it was something I never had to think about before. What am I saying? I flinch when someone taps my shoulder. It's Connor. “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” I walked inside the opened door before Connor said anything, trying to contain my cool. The whole meeting, I was out of focus. Ronan is in my cerebellum, frontal lobe, thalamus, medulla, and everywhere inside my brain which gives me a headache every time his face flashes in my mind.

They deserve to be hit in the head with a steel bat repeatedly. Believe I don't feel sorry for you but you should always understand that your mind is supposed to be strong. A man may be stronger by fist but you can overpower him with your mind. Your mind is very powerful bro you gotta understand that. Why do you think when a guy is brain dead, he can't do shit? If you know science you know that your brain is the boss of your entire body. Your brain gives the orders to every organs and nerves in your body. A cold hearted man will survive in this world but a man that doesn't know shit barely survived. Most time you should follow your mind so you don't get hurt and sometime your brain is always

That's is what clever people do. A fistfight happens when there is a failure of the brain. In the me vs me battle, someone loses and this anger, this lack of self control, this deficit of empathy, this poverty of creative perspective taking... well... it leads to the solutions of the primitive brain. These solutions are... very primitive. Everything that makes humans good and clever lives in the prefrontal cortex and that, my dear, in these bloody confrontations, is exactly what gets switched off.

He’s six-foot eleven, and somewhere along the way, I’ve closed the distance, but haven’t quite gotten to seven-foot status. My brain, on the other hand. A brutal, unrelenting game of mental chess where no outcome is dismissed—only cataloged. Ranked. Filed. Shelved. Ready. Just like his. For him, it’s simple observation. Files and dockets of data stored and stowed. For me…

I was already plotting different ways to end her gruesomely. “I'm sorry, My lady,” she said as she tore the seal and reached into the envelope to retrieve the results. “We did find something in the brain scan. There is, in fact, a chip in his cerebral cortex. If it isn't taken out in time, it could affect him.”

"Oh? What made you think so? Your little knowledge about the promiscuity system and how you are still not hunted down by it? Good for you. Your ego and imagination are as vast as the universe, probably only one level away from the vastness of humanity's ever so famous trait, stupidity. I wonder if it means your brain is slightly tilting to the creative side. Ah, wait, I'm recalling whether it's the right brain or left brain." "It's the right hemisphere, Sir, but actually, both the left and right brain contribute to intuition, creativity, logic, and analysis," Paul politely replied unsmilingly. The soon-to-be full-fledged mad scientist of the abandoned convalescence center who was still, unfo

I stated. "Open your books to page forty-two," I said. Everyone else shuffled their papers. Caleb didn't move. He didn't even have a book. He just leaned forward, his chest pressing against the desk, never breaking eye contact. "The brain protects itself after an injury," I explained, forcing myself to look right at him. "It deletes pieces of the timeline to protect you." His gaze suddenly dropped to my lips. He held it there for one long, agonizing second, then snapped back to my eyes.My throat went completely dry.

I watched him carefully; how he moaned and groaned because of how much I could pleasure him; and how he would beg for me to do more. The happiness and pleasure I was feeling right now was the first time I felt it. I have someone now to love me as I love him too. And there’s no more satisfying than this miracle, to see the face of the man I love. I guess my psychologist was right when he said— Prosopagnosia is a brain defect. Yes, it's not a disorder but it's one of the manifestations of the complex and mysterious nature of the human brain. To this day, we still do not know much about the human brain. It’s still a mystery how prosopagnosia is actually triggered and how its mechanism is— how a