Mind-bending Novels & Stories

I wonder and then my eyes fall on the wall clock which is hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 7:34 PM. I gulp and go inside. The door of the room is still open and I eventually forget about it. I see two bookshelves on the right side of the room. I walk towards them and scan the books. The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything.

A lie told with half truth and half fake is most believable. When Su Lan was spacing out and brainwashing herself she heard Dr Ma’s speech and almost puked blood. Dr. Ma: “Oh, so this time you were smart enough to make an antidote but still stupid enough to test the poison on yourself, so smart (said sarcastically).” Su Lan: (in her mind): This person is looking for a beating! Can’t anything good come out of his mouth! Ever since he came he totally crushed his image just by opening his mouth! He definitely is the type who everyone wants to beat up once he speaks!

Danielle pouted. “You always like to keep me in suspense.” Karl poked her head. “I’m trying to get you to think so that your brain won’t turn rusty.” Danielle scoffed. “Please, I’m very smart. My IQ is 130.” “That only proves that you’re a good student. It doesn’t mean that you have a thorough thinking. So take a good guess at who sent the video.” Danielle waved her hand. “Forget it, you win. I’ll think and guess it myself.”

It's just lines, and it's not that I'm looking down on art, but there are some things that need to be appreciated, not because they're too silly. I frowned, raising my hand to touch the painting. I was actually hoping that it would open up like the ones in the movies. But... I opened my mouth wide. Can I call myself a genius when what I'm thinking is happening? Suddenly, a clicking sound came from behind the frame even though I had only lightly touched its glass surface, and then the wall formed a mold into a square, like it was forming a door in front of me, and... It moved backward. My eyes widened as the secret door swung open, revealing an empty hallway inside.

ly waved at each other. "How's Elena?" Mrs. Beth asked. She's fine, I left her with Britney and Marcus. "I thought I could invite you to our book club next Friday," Beth said to Danielle. "Ermm I have to check my schedule, she said while looking at Nick, thank God He was not looking too, she thought to herself. "No problem, just get back to me" Beth replied as she tells her the address for the book club. "Can we get Battle Field of The Mind by Joyce Meyer, two copies please" Mr. Robyn cut in. "Yeah sure," Danielle said as she went to the bookshelf to get them. Nick was staring at her and he liked her already. Danielle got back to the counter and sold out the book to her. It was 3$. But Mrs.

That was enough to make any man loose his senses. He had to touch her, Joey thought. He had to touch her or he was going to loose his damn mind. And this time, just like before, he didn't think. And he didn't want to think, because if he did, a million reasons why what he was about to do was a bad idea would fly into his head. That idea seemed great as far as he was concerned right about now.

variable—a value that was mathematically infinite. $$V_{emotion} \rightarrow \infty$$ $$\text{ERROR: } \text{OVERFLOW IN ROOT DIRECTORY}$$ The geometric shapes of the Overmind began to spin violently. The black liquid of the deletion stopped. Umbra let out a horrific shriek as his "Anti-Resonance" body began to dissolve into pure, white light. "You... you're breaking the machine!" Umbra gasped, his form shrinking. "We aren't breaking it," Elara said, her face inches from his. "We're Unplugging it."

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

"You believed her." "Because it was true." She stopped. "I used to go to people's homes and mentally renovate them the entire time I was there. That wall should open up. This window is in the wrong place. That ceiling is too low. I couldn't just sit and be present. My brain wouldn't stop rebuilding everything. I couldn't relax. That's not normal." "Why isn't it normal?" She looked at me.

I thought for a moment, then asked, "What if Mom doesn't agree?" Matt grew even more annoyed. "Don't you know how to drug her? You were so good at drugging me last time. Can't you do it again?" He hung up. I tapped to end the recording. I might be a little slow, but after hearing my situation, the lawyer felt very sorry for me. Because I'm missing a screw and only ever hear half of what's said, the lawyer was worried I wouldn't remember things. He told me to record every call with Matt.