Think Like A Freak Novels & Stories

That’s not enough to keep me from noticing that the center of my fantasies is wearing a suit of the same deep blue color as the one I just imagined. I immediately picture myself sitting on his lap. You have lost your damn mind, woman, I scold myself. My life may be in danger, and the best I can do is continue making up crazy thoughts about my boss? Thinking about what happened last night, I decide to talk to him. I smooth down imaginary wrinkles from my skirt before going to his office.

Suddenly, just like that, a fry flew and hit me on the forehead snapping me out of the silent anxiety attack. “Stop staring off like that, it creeps me out, you freak!” He teased with a playful tone and surprisingly, I didn’t even feel offended by the name calling. After all, I did introduce myself as a freak when we first met. “Jerk,” I decided to play the ‘who gets the last insult’ game. “Bitch.” “Man-whore.” “Hoe.” “Dickhead.” “Ass-hat.” “Fucktard.” “Imbecile.”

* *I don't know if he's gonna think you are, but I can tell you what I think about you* *What?* I asked. *You're a freak!* she said and blocked me. Oh no, I hope he won't judge my character by this small accident.

Carson asked. “I can’t explain the situation using science, but basically, it is because his brain received a huge mental shock. So, it started causing him to see hallucinations. He’s basically going crazy.” “Crazy?” Carson and Zeppelin were shocked. “Do not think that this is impossible, this is quite common among the strong people in the world. Especially people like you who are immersed into sword fighting. You are obsessed with swords and your opponents.” After saying so, Tyr thought for a bit, then asked, “When did you first meet Sword Freak?”

Franck sat for about ten seconds motionless and speechless then released, “Honestly, I am not seeing anybody. Everyone beside me is good and sincere. My mind has nobody in view.” He spoke within a clear mind as he sees things. It became clear also as Diego mentioned it. If Franck wants to solve this matter the way it is, he would have to start thinking out of his actual brain secretion of thoughts. Reflecting out of the box. Just like 419ers do, he had to start thinking like on how to catch one. “I must let you know one thing Franck. ‘Man is billowing and alternating.’

We always change garments like a chameleon, Whether we are yellow or blue, Pink or purple like a rainbow, Whether we are dark or white like a sky, Nobody can say. This world is sick and every day is a little more. Crazy people are always lying, but it's to hallucinate. Although they think they are always telling everyone the truth While normal people lie and lie a lot without stopping And now that I think about it, this world is subnormal. Well, the normal thing is the lie and it is rare, to tell the truth

"Have you never wondered why your eyes are silver when everyone else's are brown or blue or green? Why animals follow you through the forest? Why you can sense things others can't?" I jerked away from her touch. "Stop it." "Why you heal faster than you should? Why you're stronger than any seventeen-year-old girl has a right to be?" "Stop it!" "Why you dream of running on four legs under the full moon?" The words exploded out of me: "Because I'm a freak! Okay? I'm a freak, and everyone knows it, and now I'm going to be shipped off to some academy where they'll probably use me for entertainment before some alpha decides I'm worth keeping as a pet!"

Zeedar finally responds. Ziason shrugs. “I am just being political.” “What do you think, brother?” Zeedar poses the question at Freck. He finds it strange that the latter has been carving on the table since the meeting began. To make him stop, he has to make him talk. Freck groans, leaning down briefly to blow air on his carving. “Honestly, I just want to fuck Heaven,” he mumbles. “I have no thoughts.” “Are you out of your mind, Zechariah?” Ziason barks, his gaze shooting daggers.

I'm so fucked. *****************************************

"If I'm honest... Yeah, the Council thinks of me as some sort of freak. They're not used to dealing with someone other than themselves, so when something like this happens to them... They kind of panic and start acting like this instead." My mouth dropped open slightly. I didn't expect such a candid response. "So, what do you mean by that?" I pressed on. He gave a weak smile, which seemed almost forced at this point, "Well... I'm just not the same as everyone else, you know? Not as strong or smart or successful. I have a hard time keeping myself sane sometimes." He laughed bitterly. "That doesn't bother me. I'd rather keep my sanity, but if it means being treated like a joke every day, then