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Traitor John by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores
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Hello lovely readers! Hope you’re fit and fine without the extra wine.
Welcome to TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS / MASTICADORES!
What happens when the brain just can’t stop speaking?
It’s at loggerheads with the heart and won’t stop expressing.
Are the constant thoughts and chatter too much?
Read ahead to find out about John’s dilemma. Enjoy!
I am John’s brain. And I never shut up. Not even for a second. The man thinks he’s tormented. I say he’s blessed. What use is a brain if it’s dull and quiet? Why carry the extra weight if its services aren’t required? But John doesn’t understand. It’s not his fault exactly. It’s that stupid […]
I’ve suffered from that from time to time. I order my brain not to think about certain music–it is annoying, but it ends up getting the music stuck in my mind for one or two days with no respite. I order the brain not to think about the past, but it continues to send me nostalgic messages just to spite me. I order my brain to stop thinking about a certain person. Guess what? I end of thinking about this person for days or even weeks or even years. Brain is a Halloween ghost.
The brain doesn’t rest for even a second, I suppose. Probably doing its job the best to its capacity. But we find it intimidating and annoying. I can understand what you’re saying. It happens with me too. Whatever we usually tell it to do, it does the complete opposite. Very sly…
Thanks for sharing this, Haoyan. Means a lot. 🙂
At times we are all too much in our own minds and woe betide the person who is at odds with their grey matter. I feel for John simply because of the difficulty of giving an abusive someone a piece of your mind…when that someone happens to be your very own brain.
The only viable solution is one to the dome, mate. Double tap, if you can manage it. That’ll teach the lippy bastard a lesson in who’s the boss.
Haha! Just knock yourself out, quite literally. I think the lippy bastard deserves a taste of its own medicine. If only that bitchy heart would stop with its perpetual whimpering. What all do we have to deal with here?
Great advice, Rhyan.
Terveen is an Indian author based in Chandigarh, India. A qualified Computer Engineer, she uses tools such as feelings, thoughts, and actions, and codes them into stories that reflect the complexities and absurdities of life and beyond.
A thorough professional, her passion for writing is neatly packaged within her expertise and versatility. Nothing can escape the scope of her words. She's the author of graphic novels, short stories books, and writes and directs short films.
Hopefully the three of them will be able to make peace with each other 🙂
Some time in the distant future…. 🙂
Wonderful story Terveen.
Thank you so much, Stephen. 🙂
You have a lot of wondrous thoughts. 💕
Thank you for the lovely comment. I appreciate it. 🙂
Wow! This is awesome! Such a powerful notion! I wouldn’t mind being labeled a traitor by my mind if I could get it to shut up sometimes!😁😄
Haha! Yes, it can be annoying. Thank you so much, Aaysid. 🙂
My pleasure.😊
Congrats, Terveen. Loved this story! ☺️
Thank you so much, Jeff. 🙂
You’re most welcome, Terveen. Always. ☺️
I’ve suffered from that from time to time. I order my brain not to think about certain music–it is annoying, but it ends up getting the music stuck in my mind for one or two days with no respite. I order the brain not to think about the past, but it continues to send me nostalgic messages just to spite me. I order my brain to stop thinking about a certain person. Guess what? I end of thinking about this person for days or even weeks or even years. Brain is a Halloween ghost.
The brain doesn’t rest for even a second, I suppose. Probably doing its job the best to its capacity. But we find it intimidating and annoying. I can understand what you’re saying. It happens with me too. Whatever we usually tell it to do, it does the complete opposite. Very sly…
Thanks for sharing this, Haoyan. Means a lot. 🙂
At times we are all too much in our own minds and woe betide the person who is at odds with their grey matter. I feel for John simply because of the difficulty of giving an abusive someone a piece of your mind…when that someone happens to be your very own brain.
The only viable solution is one to the dome, mate. Double tap, if you can manage it. That’ll teach the lippy bastard a lesson in who’s the boss.
Haha! Just knock yourself out, quite literally. I think the lippy bastard deserves a taste of its own medicine. If only that bitchy heart would stop with its perpetual whimpering. What all do we have to deal with here?
Great advice, Rhyan.