Mindless Behavior 2011 Novels & Stories

The Mishra household was still asleep. The clock read 5:58 AM. Birds hadn’t started chirping. Chai wasn’t brewing. Even the milkman hadn’t arrived. But one creature stirred in the shadows — her anklets muted with socks, her eyes wild with purpose, her breath steady. Timtim Mishra, certified drama queen, full-time prankster, and now part-time vigilante of lost balcony dreams, stood near the base of the stairs… holding a Bluetooth speaker and wearing the smirk of a girl with absolutely no regrets.

You don't exist! Memorable got up from his bed and decided to go watch TV. Memorable noticed that next to the TV was a lot of patients, which is not surprising, since it is a local attraction where patients have fun. At least some joy in this hopeless place, like a "mental hospital". Memorable thought-How can you help these people if they can not even serve themselves? The most unfortunate thing is that they are not to blame for anything, because the disease has no face, the disease does not punish transgressions, it just appears and slowly kills you. The worst thing is you can see the tumor, but you can't see the mental illness. Memorable sat on an empty chair and began to watch TV. A neigh

Ruby turned her head and shot me a provocative look, her eyes brimming with smug satisfaction. I stood at the edge of the crowd, a faint, cold smile tugging at my lips. Just as I thought. A moment ago, I had cursed her in my mind, calling her an idiot, and she hadn’t reacted at all. However, the second I started thinking through specific skill data, she responded immediately. So her mind-reading skill wasn’t all-knowing. It seemed she could only pick up on the most focused, technical thoughts in my mind.

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.

A trick of my exhausted, stressed mind. “My apologies,” I managed, my voice sounding strange and thin to my own ears. “I… slept poorly.” The understatement was a canyon. “Dreams?” he asked, and my heart stopped. Could he know? Had he somehow been there? But his tone was casual, almost bored, as he picked up a data drive. He couldn’t know. It was impossible. “The mind processes the day’s events in strange ways,” I deflected, the words feeling like ash.

The thought alone sent gratifying shudders up his spine. He sucked on her tongue, devouring her mouth as she began to respond slowly. She tasted so f*cking sweet. Like coffee and temptation. Her lips were soft and juicy. Deep down a nagging voice kept screaming at him that what he was doing was wrong, but he wasn't in his right state of mind when such a temptation was in his embrace. For those fleeting seconds, he didn't even care. He just wanted to ravish her. Ever since that night 5 years ago. Luca maintained his distance from her. More than that, it was like she just disappeared from his life just like he wanted.

Davies words came back to her, "This world moves too fast, child. People race here and there. Always in a hurry. And when they stop they bury their faces into their phones or the television. Or those blasted video games. No one really knows what life is all about anymore. They take the small things for granted. They think they have to constantly be entertained. Never realizing just how freeing it can be to just be. Be in the moment. Breath and clear their minds. Listen to the silence. Cara, people need to learn how to just be. That's where you will find true contentment and happiness." Cara contemplated those words. Mrs. Davies was right. Cara was guilty of placing too much importance on tri

Khali laughed. As everyone was busy eating, Khali looked at Brent for a moment, then closed her eyes. Moments later, she entered his mind. 'I know you and what you did two years ago.' Brent looked around. Tristan looked at them. "Are you all right?" asked Tristan. Brent shook his head. "Nothing." as he continued to eat. 'You killed someone two years ago.' Brent's facelifted again. 'You know, I know the three of you? And you'll be imprisoned in no time. '

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.