Unbroken Brain Novels & Stories

“Huh? Doesn't the virus cause the brain to degenerate? Although research on the Infected had long stopped, there once was a time when it was still possible to research on them.” “Then, why do they not die? Why does the brain stop degenerating after a certain mark? What’s that mark before the brain stops degenerating? What functions are lost and what stays? If the reason why they’re so strong and fast is because the brain no longer limits them and their muscles are constantly used to its full potential, how do their bodies not break down too? Once we know all of these, can they be rehabilitated?” Elias looked at Angie with his jaw slack. He had never once questioned things to this extent. “Wh

Maybe. A chill ran down Chandra's back. It is thinking about many problems at once. It turned out that while communicating with Chandra and Amaris, even during the jailbreak, Brawen still left a part of his brain to write this manual for him. That head is horrible. Chandra couldn't imagine Brawen's IQ. Just one head, but it works like two brains put together. Part thinking about how to crack, part answering communication, part recalling knowledge to rewrite skills, calculating hundreds of possible possibilities in a match.

I broke off, staring at the flower. But within seconds, it reverted to a pebble. Chevonne gave me another heart-wrenching smile. “Looks like you just surpassed the ten percent limitation of your brain.” I blinked. “What do you mean?” “Normal humans can only access about ten percent of their brain’s capacity. But if someone manages to break past that—say, eleven percent—that person becomes a thinker. You’ve probably heard stories about people controlling objects, generating electricity, or even walking on water, right? Those people were thinkers. Like you. There’s actually a special thinker called a teacher who can gauge and classify a thinker’s thought ability, but based on what you just did

Noah I'm broken. Like, literally broken. My brain refuses to work properly and I have no fucking idea why. I’m leaning against the wall, in the middle of the hallway of all places, trying to read the message on my phone for the third time because I’m so distracted the words won’t make sense. What that distraction might be… I choose not to examine too closely.

The principal remarked. “What do you mean by mutilated?” Mr George asked aggressively. “My bad, The word mutilated doesn’t go well in this context, it’s just that her brain was found missing,” he remarked. “She was opened up in the clinic and her brain was brought out?” “For what?!” Mr George yelled. “No” “A scan was carried out and they found out but to our greatest surprise, her head wasn’t opened while they brought her in,” he remarked. “So her brain was collected in the clinic or what are you insinuating?” Mr George asked.

My scars tingled faintly under my jacket—old reminders, new purpose. “First thing,” I told him, “your brain isn’t broken. It’s loud. Mine was loud too. Syndicate drugs amplified everything, but the anxiety was there long before. Hockey chews people up if you let it define your worth.” Marcus swallowed. “How do you stop it?”

Johnson said, which I couldn't agree more with. After about 15 minutes Ella woke up from the drugs that the nurses put her under and the doctor came in. It's a good thing that she woke up when she did because we're leaving Virginia tomorrow and going to our next show which is in Nebraska. And I absolutely refuse to leave Ella here no matter how bad I want to visit Omaha. "So we ran a few test and it seems as though Ella is suffering a concussion and a sprained wrist." The doctor said while looking at his clipboard.

Anindira was messed up, it was very difficult for her little brain to absorb lessons, no matter how many times she read, there would be some parts that would disappear from her brain again. ''I thought * green amber could also keep the brain regenerating and getting young again. Why is my brain's ability according to my age? I give up, my brain can't take it anymore... I give up...'' ''Crap! From tomorrow the hell of exams has started. I'm not ready at all, I can't...''

Ann choked, pulling me closer. “Wait, information transfer, what do you …” I had barely made a statement before Ann's finger pierced through my skull. The sudden influx of knowledge threatened to rip my brain apart. It actually did. My brain ripped apart and continuously repaired itself. The knowledge flowed through me like the blood flowed out of me. Knowledge. Scenes. Secrets. The information was too much. Too much that it almost crippled my brain. “Ann, you crazy woman.” I screamed as I held my head, rolling on the floor like a worm.

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."