Overactive Imagination Novels & Stories

I mustn't overthink the situation or else it would get worse. But how would I pause to my stupid mind which keeps on exaggerating the issue? Thinking about it makes me crazy, angry, furious, and want to kill him for being with another girl. Why would you do that Karien? Hope you are not cheating with me with another girl. A lot of brainwashing imagination runs through my head and my facial expressions were changing unconsciously.

A strange feeling suddenly awoke in her stomach, but even though it made her feel weird, it was a nice kind of weird. In the front seat, Jasmine didn't know if she wanted to cringe or be impressed by this guy's smooth talking. The three of them agreed on watching a horror movie, much to Ryder's horror. She didn't like this genre at all. For some reason, even though she would be scared to death, her eyes wouldn't leave the screen until the movie was over. But the problem with the horror movie was what came after it. She might have enjoyed watching it, even like the movie, but her vivid imagination would turn her into a producer and remake the movie in real life with her as the main character

Abigail was speechless. 'What's wrong with me? Why do I always let my imagination run wild? He has a wife, and he clearly told me that he has no other intentions with me. Why do I continue to be delusional? If this continues, it'll definitely affect my work,' Abigail thought.

The comforting familiarity of my house soothes me as I come to terms with my situation. I enter the kitchen and decide to test what I can do within my dreams. Could I change them with my own imagination? I close my eyes and think about a warm pan of baked ziti in the oven. I focus on every little detail including the taste and smell of it. When I open my eyes, the kitchen smells like baked ziti. The oven door hangs open before me, letting out heat. On the rack inside sits a pan of baked ziti, cooked to perfection.

“I asked you a question, I expect you to answer.” My tongue caught in my throat. He was being authoritative, and normally it pissed me off when he was demanding. This time was different though, it turned me on. It was his dominant voice, one he had used on me only a few times. Each time ending in earth shattering orgasms. His hand found my hip. “Fantasy- the forming of mental images, especially wondrous or strange fancies; imaginative conceptualizing,” his other hand found my cheek. “What were you imagining when I said fantasy?”

John grew nervous about his newly found position. As John's stress mounted, his lynx intervened, flooding his mind with vivid images. He envisioned himself licking down every inch of his mate's body; the details were so vivid it felt like reality. His imagination took him further, showing him wrapping his mouth around Darius's giant cock, the sensation so intense he could almost feel it. John gulped, overwhelmed by the flood of desire and arousal, unable to resist the primal urges coursing through him. Darius suddenly pushed forward, their hard cocks rubbing against each other. Unbeknownst to John, his lynx had just pushed the same images into his mate's head, spiking the Alpha's own desire.

At least, I had people like this with me, people who wouldn't allow anything to happen to me and who were ready to stand by me through thick and thin. "My mind keeps wandering towards all places, I can't help it." I smiled. "Well, you better snap out of it so you wouldn't wander too far." she chuckled. I knew she was right but still, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about several things all at the same time. I had a very overactive imagination and it was no wonder why I could notice every tiny detail about anyone which was the main reason why I knew when someone was fake and when they were being real with me.

“What? What does that even mean?” The doctor folded his arms across his chest, thoughtful. “It’s rare. Sometimes, it’s called Delusional Memory Imprinting. It usually appears after trauma to the brain. The mind can’t stand empty spaces, so it fills the gaps… not with facts, but with long-standing fantasies. The brain mistakes them for real history.” I shifted in my chair. “You mean… he’s making things up?”

Fuck why am I thinking like this The more I dwelled on the possibilities, the more my imagination conjured up vivid scenes of calamity. Images flashed through my mind like fragments of a nightmare—ambulances screeching through crowded streets, hospitals filled with anxious faces, and Max lying helpless on a hospital bed. Each thought intensified the knot of anxiety that coiled in my stomach.

she asked. He nodded and opened his eyes. "That's more along the lines of Hyperphantasia. It's being able to conjure extremely vivid images in your mind. I don't think you actually have Hyperphantasia, but I'd say your above normal." "Okay," he said. "What's this got to do with anything?" "I'm getting there," she said. "Use that ability. Picture Jessie in your head, misbehaving." He slowly nodded and gave her a looked at her curiously. "Is there some ulterior motive for this?" he asked.