Mind Break Novels & Stories

He himself had anticipated that if he couldn't do it now, he probably would not be able to do it in the required time. With mind eating thoughts, Creed tripped the barrier and continued with the process again. Seeing this, Raymond followed his lead and again activated the stimulant. Gradually Creed rationality turned as thin as a strand of hair. He started talking gibberish and cursing heavily. Hearing his voices and curses researcher's mind went blank. His mind was so close to shattering. Deep, dark memories of the past were clogging his brain. Failure, Sadness, Anger, Frustration were all chewing his mind like a hungry scavenger accompanied by an overwhelming numbness all over his body.

"Ikaw? Why didn't you tell me you've known me for a long time?" "How can I tell you when your brother told me about your condition. You fainted many times and everytime it happened you lose your memory. May parte na bumabalik at may parte na nawawala. And when your brain can't hold it anymore. There's a possibility that you won't recover your lost memory forever." I sighed and nooded. "Now I understand, Kahit na hindi kita maalala. Naaalala ka naman ng puso ko." I mumbled.

“Okay, you were right. This was a good idea. Now, let’s hurry we have a plane to catch.” Monday morning came all too soon as Sam smashed the snooze button of her alarm clock. She wished she didn’t have to go to work. The hangover was gone, but she still felt tired from the entirety of the weekend. Sam groaned and buried her head in her pillow, but a smile crossed her face. She remembered the events of Saturday night and her body instantly started to awake with desire at the memory. Sam now understood how a woman could become addicted to a man. It was a good thing he was so far away because Sam was already on her way to becoming a junkie on the pleasure he gave her in just one night.

Fuck those sacrifices. “No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you, that someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through breakdown, you’ll learn that you’re strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, you can conquer anyone. You’re strong, Melissa. I know, I’ve witnessed it. ” Eugene said softly.

The weight of guikt and remorse settled upon my shoulders, threatening to consume me. As I grappled with these distressing memories, it was important to remember that our minds could sometimes play tricks on us. The human brain is complex and recollections can become jumbled or distorted over time. A familiar memory came even the times I sat down to write stories about the lives of people because I was more than broken...

Years of buried storm clouds in my heart finally dissipated, and the sunlight broke through. Suddenly, the office door crashed open before a mass of black mist flooded in.

I could feel my broken heart struggling to beat in its regular state and my already broken wolf struggling to maintain its sanity as the sense of failure and familiarity overwhelmed my whole being. " Thirty , two ,five ,eight ,three ,six ,one," The emotions seemed so familiar and the pain felt like an old friend but I ignored it. I took a deep breath in and brought myself back to my sanity. This was not the time to have a mental breakdown but a time for action. I had to get them the hell out of here and get them some medical assistance as soon as possible. "Seven ,twelve ,four ,eight , three ,one ,six,"

Jensen My mouth is dry, and my head is pounding. I vaguely remember falling asleep in the car while JT chewed our asses out for drinking and fighting. The bikers started it. Storm and I finished it, is all. Were we supposed to let them beat us bloody? I like to fight, but I’m not a masochist. I don’t enjoy pain, but it helps to clear the brain. When I fight I can focus on it with blank uncluttered mine. I can’t meditate on shit, so the only way I can achieve mindfulness is while fighting. Or maybe I’m just hyper-focusing? I was diagnosed with ADHA while I was a kid.

I was ready to wake up, ready to face the truth and take back control of my life. As I stood there, listening to Bridgette's words, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mind was reeling, trying to process the sheer amount of information that was being thrown at me. I felt like I was on the verge of a mental breakdown, like my mind was going to explode from the pressure. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down, but it was no use. I still couldn't remember anything. My memories were still shrouded in a thick fog, refusing to come back to me.

It was frustrating and disheartening, and they began to wonder if they would ever be able to solve the mystery. But then, a breakthrough came. Miranda had been studying the message for hours, her mind racing with possibilities, when she suddenly noticed something unusual about the code. It was a subtle shift in the pattern, one that she had overlooked before. With a surge of excitement, Miranda began to work on deciphering the new pattern. And then, just like that, the message was cracked.