Scatterbrained Book Novels & Stories

Ugh, think faster Agatha! As I got closer and closer to the back of his bookshelves, the sound got louder and louder. And when I was finally able to get close, I immediately threw the book that I'm holding to the man that is facing behind me. Oh, my gosh! He is being r*pe! And by a man! When I threw the book at him, they both turned and looked at me. My eyes widened when I saw Caleb naked and his forehead is wrinkled. When we both saw each other, my eyes widened and his eyes also widened and he quickly stood up when he recognized me. Dude, that was a wrong move! Now, his naked body is right in front of me! It's visible to my two naked eyes! As the woman covers her chest with her hand and gla

Brandon The next morning I sit here having breakfast with Misty and Brice, thinking about Mykel and his little sister. I frown to myself thinking about their living conditions. They are living amongst a bunch of filthy rogues. That cabin that they are living in didn't have much. My frown deepens a bit, remembering seeing those two sleeping bags on the floor. Their living conditions aren't good, especially not for a little girl. She reminds me so much of my little sister Brianna.

She had been grateful for the opportunity and dedicated her time to it because it had been quite a while since she last had something this important to do, plus the work distracted her. As she worked on her laptop she occasionally glanced at her wrist watch so she wouldn't miss the timing for the food in the microwave and although the alarm would ring to alert her, she still checked her watch, missing breakfast was something she hated doing, breakfast to her was the most important meal of the day. The table vibrated and her phone began to ring from beneath all the papers scattered on her table and she sighed. She dug out her phone and without checking the caller ID, slid on the receive arrow

Jake walked to his laptop and googled a whole lotta crazy scenarios like schezophrenia, personality disorder and even crazy itself but none of it was completely relating to what was happening to him. “Shit!” He closed his laptop and that's when he saw it. Lying just an inch away from behind the laptop; its tattered edges and broadness with the dark old cover and the distinct golden embossed symbol on top of it of the pentagram. The book.

First, June's name was wrong and then her age. She couldn't be more confused. ~•~•~• The library seemed like the only place she could go and still be sane. Less people, less voices ringing in her head. She bit her pen as she stared at the maths in front of her. She should at least use the time to improve on her maths. Getting a 'B' wouldn't be so bad. "You need a hand?" a voice asked behind her as she turned to see Daniel. Holy shit. "No," she stammered. "I'm good."

"I'm glad you do. But I must tell you this; it's going to be hard. It's not going to be easy. You'd feel like bailing and you'd feel like a shitty person. We all are at a point in our lives before we heal. So when you come the day after tomorrow, I want you to come with every baggage you can carry and we will offload as much as we can to make you feel lighter by the time you return home, okay?" I nodded. She picked a book and handed it over to me. "This is a book I wrote last year: The Abstractness of The Mental. I give it out for free to my patients as I like to call you all." I laughed and nodded before looking down at the book. It had a glossy feeling to it and a picture of the brain and

While I was busy handling various work tasks, I suddenly received a new email in my inbox, sent by Carl, Mike’s assistant. I paused for a moment, feeling a bit puzzled, and opened the email. The beginning read, "Madam, I don't know if you'll be able to see this email. Over the past days, I’ve tried every possible way to contact you, but all my efforts have been in vain. I was thinking, since you’ve canceled your identity, you must no longer be in the country." As I continued reading, my heart skipped a beat. "You don’t know, but Mr. Ashton has been nearly driven mad these days."

I recognize the slightly worn edge on the cover, the way the third page has a tiny tear at the bottom. I stare at it, my brain trying to connect dots that don’t want to be connected. How did this get here? Did Deckard give it to Owen when he was handling my affairs? I shake the thought out of my head. The Newtons are like a bad infection; if I think about them too much, I’ll start seeing symptoms everywhere. I shove the Braille book back onto the shelf, deciding that I’ve had enough memory lane for one morning. I finally settle on a thick, mass-market paperback with a suspiciously shirtless man on the cover...don't judge me, it’s raining...and nestle into the oversized plush armchair by the

The problem is I started to feel headache when I looked at it “Do you need these books in nursing?” I asked but he remained silent for a second “I am just fascinated on how our mind works so I started reading this kind of books” he answered After he scanned almost all of the books he didn’t buy any because he has already copy of all of those “Then why you scanned those when you have already a copy of them?” I asked “To test if you will let go off my hand” he said My brows furrowed because of confusion “what?”

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.