The Divided Self Book Novels & Stories

I chuckled, she must be hungry and I don't have the heart to wake her up unless she wakes up herself. I picked up the book I was reading. It's a motivational book titled 'FINDING MYSELF'. After the birth of my child, I was so down that I thought I had everything under control. I almost lost myself in the whole thing. I was glad I have Martha and Bella who helped me out through the whole process.

The eight western readers have self-organised away from the light. He thought about the eight readers who had self-organised to the western desks — the bodies already knowing, the attending people finding the part of the room the light allowed them to use. He thought about the toddler group at the village hall compressing into the northern half and Dorothy's funeral reception doing the same and now fourteen library readers dividing themselves between the usable and the unusable portions of the reading room. He thought about the self-organisation as the body's honest response to the wrong condition — always the same response, always the correct response, always pointing toward the same correc

Like a door inside me had just… unlocked a little. My breath shook slightly. “…what am I supposed to remember?” The glow didn’t answer immediately. It just… stayed. Steady. Watching. Waiting. And then “The moment you chose to divide yourself.” Everything stopped. Not the forest. Not the world. Me. My thoughts. My breath. My heartbeat All of it. Because that sentence It didn’t feel like a suggestion. It felt like a fact. A truth that had been sitting there this whole time, waiting for me to hear it.

Dad was pitifully sad when he heard the news about me, even miserable for he couldn’t even touch my hands. The experience was traumatizing. I never left the house for about days now, technically, my bedroom. I only eat when I feel like it. My bedroom became my sanctuary, as I repelled much of sense of touch. My school matters were pretty much in a screeching halt, unable to even perfectly count from one to ten. I felt impassive, killing my time staring at the window scared of all-in-all, people. Then, someone whispered inside my head. “You’re useless. You made someone use your body other than your boyfriend. You’re a pathetic garbage.” The words kept rewinding inside over and over my head, I

I gasped lightly as my back met his chest and he rested his chin on my shoulder. “Tell me what you’ve been working on while I’ve been away.” He said as he leaned his head against my cheek. I’ve been practicing what you taught me about barriers, I replied as I folded my hands in my lap. Show me he commanded. Without warning I raised my mental barrier. In my mind’s eye, it resembled a forcefield, it was blue and crackled menacingly at Lucas. I felt a slight pressure on the barrier and increased my focus so it wouldn’t give way.

“Ah that sure was refreshing, too bad I didn’t get to see that beautiful lady. She was really pretty with her glasses and her hair tied like that, She’s exactly my type of girl. Oh well, that’s too bad, I should go to the supermarket the-” OW...AAH... Accidentally bumping to someone after talking to myself is really kind of embarrassing ugh. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I’m walking-” “Ah it’s the beautiful glasses lady” he thought to himself while being flustered. “It’s okay, I only fell down. Well then, see you later glasses lady.” “Ah you too? What? Glasses lady? Me?” “Aargh, that was so embarrassing, I’m never going to do something like that again.”

My mother suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage, and I needed to pay $80,000 for surgery immediately. I called my wife right away. Before I could finish, she cut me off impatiently. "Gabriel Cole, didn't we agree when we got married that we'd keep our finances separate? Your mother being sick is your family's problem. Why should you touch my savings? Can't you have a little respect for the contract?" Then my stepson's sneering voice came through from her side. "Uncle Gabriel, can you stop morally blackmailing my mom? As a grown man, isn't it pathetic that you can't even pay your own mother's medical bills? Stop bothering us while we're eating sushi." Because I couldn't pay the fee in tim

"I'm repulsive? Look in the mirror! You're the one with a foot in two beds. If you'd kept it in your pants, we wouldn't be here. Blame your greed, not me." Isiah's rage peaked, and he delivered another blow that floored her. "Lies! If you hadn't seduced me, how could I have abandoned Floria?" He pivoted to me with a desperate expression, lunging for my hand. "Honey, I swear I was trapped. I'd never betray you otherwise. If I had known she had AIDS, I would never have touched her." He turned the slaps on himself, welts blooming red. "I'm scum. Punish me, scream—anything but divorce. Give me another chance. I can't live without you."

Nathan stood beside me, frozen as the once-unified consciousness fractured into distinct emotional clusters spreading across the network like cracks through glass. Different pulses. Different beliefs. Different futures. “They’re dividing,” he said softly. “No,” I replied shakily. “They’re becoming people.” Because that was the terrifying truth. This wasn’t system failure. This was society being born. And societies fought. The threads surrounding us shifted violently. Some glowed warm gold, pulsing with individuality and emotional openness. Others burned cold silver, steady and synchronized. Controlled. Safe. And between them Chaos. Confusion. Countless minds unable to decide what they believ

It started small at the left corner and widening as it moved toward the centre and splitting into two smaller lines before it reached the fixture. I had looked at this crack more than I had looked at anything in my life. I knew the exact point where the split occurred. I knew the way the shadow fell across it when the light was at its current angle. I knew it the way you knew a thing when it was the only thing you had been conditioned to know. I had been talking to Theo, This was the thing I held in the part of me that was not induced. The part that was still doing the harder work of seeing me as a person rather than just a body working on restraints in the dark.