Our thoughts are alive! 

As a baby we're assigned a mind with the ability to think. Those without thoughts are considered dumb, or a fool. But, don't judge the people that has bad imaginations or are slow to learn. They must have lost their thoughts as a baby.
Even the mad men and psychopaths must have been corrupted or possessed with a virus thought.

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This story is humorously and comically illustrative, giving lives to human thoughts, symbolizing our thoughts as a living being, that is unseen by other people but just us, the owner of the thought. Our day to day activities are  ruled by these thoughts.

Join Jack (the thought for Sam) in his adventure of finding his missing body. 
Jack is a fictional character, a plain white image, that is considered a missing thought which isn't aligned with his body.



"Come on Lil un, it'll be fun" 
"My name is not Lil un, my name is jack" putting on its backpack now 
"How do you know your name is Jack?, 
And don't tell me because it's an hero's name, Kid you're no hero"
"Yes! I assume it is my name because I assume I belong to an hero, so call me Jack".  Jack started walking 
"Okay, Jack" it's said rolling its eye "I'm coming witya"
"NO!", "I'll cover more grounds if I'm alone, I'm going alone" jack said. 
"Well then, I'll go tell the un's where to find you" the image said, making its way down. 
"Okay, stop. But we do this my way, okay?" jack said

Try Not To Think

In his room, there's a black board on the wall, where his mom has list out his affairs in the bedroom, like to remind him not to throw clothes on the floor, to remind him to always shut the window and door before he sleeps, to brush his teeth and have his bath every morning and every night. It even reminds him to go downstairs to eat and start his tutorials. That's how messed up he is. His mom has been so careful about telling him his IQ is slow and low. He could remember the bullies at school calling him "slo-mo" when they see him walking down the halls. He doesn't even mind that, not until a new girl joined his class that last spring, her name was Christine, you could tell by her clothes and composure her parents are filthy rich. He used to stalk her to her ballet lessons every Wednesday and Saturday. She was the only thing he couldn't forget, even though he doesn't know what it is he was doing, he only knew he enjoyed seeing her. He wonders what she'll look like now, or if she still dances. 


 He got up, to stand by his telescope, his mom got it for him the eve of his 15th birthday, he loved staring through the frame even during the day. He'll watch things get bigger and smaller, he just doesn't understand why and how it is like that through that hole but he knew he enjoy it. 


His face traced his room and he felt like an alien in it. Not until his eyes landed at the board on the wall. He read through and it said: Go downstairs if you don't know what you are doing. So he decided to go downstairs, he has completely forgotten about the drama that happened an hour ago, it was as if he has amnesia. He went to the parlour and his mom was there. 


"Let's read some books" his mom said smiling. 


"Sure" he replied, smiling back. His mom went to him and pulled him close, she hug him tightly and kissed his forehead. He grinned at her not knowing what the kiss was for, but he knew he was safe, and he enjoy that feeling.


Sam II