Me Vs Brain Novels & Stories

"Six weeks and eight adays since my accident. I still haven't got my memory back." Dr Bennet observes me and takes his glasses off. "Cole, I understand your frustration, son, but brain trauma isn't like any other physical illness or a broken bone. We can't just bring all your memories back with an operation. The brain is the most complex organ we possess, and it's very unpredictable. I am confident your memory will come back in time. The question is, do you want your memory to come back?"

“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.

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.”

my father cried in fear as he held on for dear life "Selene, stop this madness!" Magnus said frantically as he held me while staring at the wall of thunder and lightning before us. Now, he chooses to talk. I was in no mood to speak, not anymore. "We'll tell you what's in the fucking boot just stop this." My father yelled as the car came a foot closer to the wall of charged electricity. Millions of nerve endings and necrotic cells interconnect the brain. A single thought you make is passed on like bolts of electricity through the brain as it processes it in under a second. That was how long I had to call off the lighting storm before us—less than a freaking second.

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.

"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 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