Went Over My Head Novels & Stories

' These questions were screaming their way to crescendo in Tom's head promising him momentary madness. Tom's head started getting hot. This is not a headache, it's simply an overloading of the operating system in every man's head. However, after a while, Tom calmed down after rubbing his head furiously for some minutes. He had never experienced a stress of this level in his young life, the closest to this is when chemistry starts talking jargon and moving in an unprecedented manner. Okay, no its physics, metaphysics in particular; all those wormholes and black holes and time holes and all the holes that can be attached to another word are pretty stressful and whenever you try to make some se

"What I said last night was just my anger talking, so don't take it seriously. You developed this project yourself. We really can't do this without you." I scoffed. It didn't take long for her to regret what she had done.

I tried to recall my encounter with her that very day but my brain was too disassembled to think straight. My cover was completely blown off!

He didn't realize I’d already climbed over it. *****

Maybe I was thinking far too much about the damn coffee and about the wet dream to think clearly. Maybe that was why I missed the last step. Suddenly, just as I was thinking to myself, I’ll just measure out my creamer with a half teaspoon so it’s not too much, the world tilted. I felt my stomach drop and my hand shot out for the railing, but it was too late—the next thing I knew, my feet were up over my head, and… Crack! The edge of the step connected with the back of my head and everything went black. I should have just had the fucking creamer.

JORDI ADKINS When I woke up the next morning, I immediately felt the agonizing splitting headache caused by the hangover. I must’ve consumed too much alcohol last night and got neglectfully wasted that I don’t even remember how the fuck did I got home in the first place. I’m surprised that I even got home without my mom knowing that I went to a party last night.

We know the same things, so if you don’t know… Damn, who pissed in your cereal this morning? I just asked a simple question. There’s too much going on. I’m just not in the headspace to deal. I understand where he’s coming from. I feel like we’d been pushing a snowball up a hill, and now it’s teetering on the edge. There’s no way that it won’t fall forward, but that fall will take so much with it.

I whispered repeatedly. I shake my head like crazy. I messed up my hair and touched my forehead. It's not happening; I'm just dreaming. Try to remember what happened last night, Friah. I closed my eyes and tried to recall the events of the previous night. Images flashed through my mind—snippets of conversations and laughter—but nothing concrete. Panic started to rise within me as I struggled to piece together the missing memories.

HARD. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO?

I nodded my head not trusting my own voice. I couldn’t seem to understand myself anymore.