You Are Not Your Brain Novels & Stories

"Shaw, no. Do not touch her. She’s my best friend. She just apologized to me, we just fixed everything—" "Yolande, she saw him materialize out of thin air," Shaw said, his voice entirely devoid of malice, just stating a brutal, logical fact. "If she keeps that memory, she’s going to end up in a psych ward, or worse, she’s going to talk to your dad. You want to protect your parents? This is how we do it."

I Know you are wondering why I was here, I'm here because this past few weeks I have been having different types of morning sicknesses which has been an hindrance to my work. I made an appointment yesterday online, I was told to come the next day which is today. It can't be anything serious, am sure it's just a slight headache, fever or stress from all what going on in your life. After my mental battle and encouragement I walked into the hospital with my head held high,my heels clicking loudly on the tiles. I wasn't scared of the results,my father has no disease which I inherited neither do any of my grandparents or family relations so I knew it wasn't symptoms of a disastrous and life chan

"Life isn't perfect, and there will be instances where everyone has something to do, but don't already assume you know the answer before you ask. You have to let the people in your life help you, don't automatically think they'll disappoint you. I have a feeling, more often than not, they will surprise you and your life will be fuller for it." A huge breath works its way out of my throat. "This will take a lot of retraining my brain." "It will, you'll have to remind yourself, possibly daily, in the beginning that you aren't a problem for other people. Somehow you've convinced yourself you aren't a person who deserves what everyone else has. You do, Mandy, and we're gonna make sure you realiz

“That’s easy to say when you’re not the one being told your brain is broken.” Dr. Monroe didn’t flinch. “Your brain isn’t broken, Kayla. It just operates differently. And it’s been through a lot. Trauma doesn’t just disappear—it changes the way we process the world. You’ve had to survive for a long time. But survival isn’t the same as healing.” Kayla clenched her jaw, shifting uncomfortably. Dr. Monroe studied her for a moment. “Do you ever feel like your thoughts are racing so fast you can’t catch them?”

Jett Ever since I was young, I’ve realized life was a fragile, puny thing, a pathetic concept of the universe; to create brilliant minds and squish them into small bodies, fragments of a bigger cosmos. I learned from somewhere that humans only scratch the surface of the brilliance of their brains and there was a reason for that. However, as I grew older, the reason slipped out of my mind. I liked to think as I grew older and my care for the world slowly vanished, I started to use smaller and smaller portions of my brain. Despite this, I was still a lot smarter than the rest.

“It’s quite unfortunate that you are not going to be living after this. This would have taught you a vital lesson to not go above your head. And as for you.” “I turn to the idiot that was manipulated. You see how fast your life flashed before your eyes not too long ago?” “Yes sir.” “That is how fast your brain should operate on missions. Calculations determine your life or your death. It could have been your body they sent to us.” “Let’s go back to business.”

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

I hate and love how his presence seems to awaken everything in me. “Arrgghh! My life is so confusing!" I yell at the ceiling. But it was not confusing when he was holding you down and plunging roughly into you huh? “Shut the fuck up!" I say to no one in particular. Seriously I need to be checked. My brain is taunting me. Your brain is doing nothing to you. It's just you and your body. This one comes out mockingly and in Diana's voice. “Get out of my head Dee."

"I've been calm enough. And, when my action begins, don't hate me. Cause, you were warned beforehand." "Goodnight, okay?" I yawned, twirled my chair, showing off how apathetic I was to her very irritating conversation. "And please, after leaving the cows' camp, do visit a psychiatrist. Or oh! Do a brain scan. I'm pretty sure that the brain scan will give you a result which will show that your brain is upside down, the forebrain probably located in the position of the hindbrain." She tightened her fist. "The lion never warns its prey before attacking it. But lucky for you, you've been warned. And, this opportunity comes once. If you don't back off soon, I'll begin to make my manifestation. Th

Elena queried. “it’s the brain dear. The brain holds on to memories. This brain, which is now yours has some memories attached to it. And you can’t access them fully cause the soul is different. But you will continue to have these flashes, sort of like you are seeing her life. But she isn’t here. The previous soul is gone for good. This is your life now. You can decide to ignore these flashes forever or you can use them as a gift, to the people around you.” Elena listened carefully and it made sense. It had to be the brain. But she didn’t understand how it could be a gift.