Weird Things To Think About Novels & Stories

The problem is, there is no such thing as that in this world. ‘I just realised how plain and boring this world is.’ I thought to myself as I stopped massaging my temples. I only realised this just now. Am I that focused on my goals that I missed these things? These oddities? I got so caught up into fixing things that I forgot to roam around and discover. ‘That’s it! It could also be a brain exercise to discover things!’ With that in mind, I bolted up from my seat and ran through the door and hallways, a place in mind that will surely give me a starting point to discover: THE LIBRARY.

” That perks my ears up. “Why is that? Don’t believe they exist?” “Umm, no. Not that. It’s interesting, for sure, and I choose to believe anything is possible. It’s stupid and narrow minded to think that humans are the only intelligent creatures in the universe. I’m sure that there are beings living on Earth that are what most would consider supernatural that we haven’t discovered yet. I mean, we discover new plant life and ocean life all the time. I just have a hard time with those books because they give me nightmares.”

A very good reason. I try to think of it as something ordinary, because—what if it is? Not everything strange that happens in this world needs to be dissected. Sometimes things just happen, and there’s nothing you can do about it. No deeper meaning. No grand conspiracy. Just life, moving on.

“Stop thinking too much and just scream. It is not that hard.” “W-what?” “When you are tired of thinking, just scream your frustration out. Thinking too much would not solve anything.” “....” What a strange man. But then again, strange men had become a recurring theme in my life lately. Men who acted like they knew me better than I knew myself. It was confusing…..scary.

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.

I should just watch some movies to ease my mind, since I'm done with my school works and other related stuffs. Horror movie seems quite nice; I think it can relieve my thoughts on the pendant if I watched some. NO. IT IS NOT A GOOD IDEA. I am wrapped like a burrito right now because of that damned movie I had watched. I just watched it to erase my thoughts about the car situation earlier but now! Scary ideas are forming on my mind and I can’t sleep! This is a whole level of being dumb. I am now regretting why do I did that, what is really going inside my head to think that watching a movie, a scary movie to be exact, alone?!

I say and sigh for the umpteenth time. I hate it when something bothers me, right now I feel like I should just sleep until the 2nd of July. Urgh! What kind of clusterfuck have we gotten ourselves into? Before the D-day arrives, I'll have made up all sorts of unthinkable ways we'll probably die on that day. If over thinking was a sport, I'd definitely be a world champion. What if we get kidnapped? What if we get murdered in cold blood? What if someone stabs me in my chest and chokes my brother? What if John Louis Pierre, the guy we met at the art gallery, is a serial killer? What if–

A version who is tired of being pressed into a mold that does not even fit. Honestly, I kind of like her. "I have more important things to deal with," I finish. "Like my mental health. Thinking about pointless things affects my mental health, because then all I think about who people can live without using their brains." I turn on my heel and walk out of the hall. If I had long hair, I would flip it over my shoulder. In my mind, I still do. Take that, old hamster. But I freeze when I reach the doorway.

She'd be doing something, or talking to someone and then she would do or see or say something that would make her pause and think - thoughts that didn't click. That made no sense. It's like there was an empty space in those things that made her pause to think, that seemed to be slowly... getting bigger and bigger. And the funniest thing about it was that, she hadn't told Ezekiel about this. She had deemed it as something irrelevant, and it still felt irrelevant. Maybe they had to do with the memories of the past Mother of Werewolves? Yeah, that should be it. Is it? Now she was overthinking.

River The mind is a curious thing, you juggle things you had no idea you were capable of juggling. I thought I could move on from things but I found myself sifting through today. I wasn’t the type to let things get under it. Not really. Not things like gossip or self-righteous deans spouting morality with wine-stained lips and trembling egos. But after I left her office that morning, I found my thoughts curiously unsettled, looping over her words like a scratched record.