Find A Mind

Find A Mind

A Story by Rana

thinking through a mind

I'm searching inside my mind to find something to do. Insight strikes me and I pick one from four lines of thoughts. It has been six days and 11 hours since I immersed myself in this one. I choose to resume from where I had left it. It's my imagination. I picture myself as Piker, a 24 year old vagabond, roaming the streets of Koraland where he discovers little missions and completes them. Right now, I'm making him buy a new pair of jeans. I drag myself out of it quite abruptly and divert my focus to another task. Words form in my head. What did I do wrong? I see some things now that I couldn't back then. Now when it's too late. The newts hadn't been so creepy but I had shrieked anyway. Perhaps a reflex. I stop and begin thinking about another subject. What do I know about antidepressants? There is a lot of data and then I feel tired because I find myself clearing my head for a nap.

Your smile is tentative but it opens into a grin when she smiles back. She remembers you too! You pay for your bag of ship shaped chips and she joins you on your way out the grocery. The streetlights flicker as you cross them. You're talking once sentence each. My house is right around the corner. Yes, I recall. Here we are. Is that your old hamster? He's grown quite a bit, hasn't he? So have we but does it show? Well, you do have a beard now. Haha, thank you for the drink, did you complete your painting? I'll show you! Talking stops. Suddenly, you decide you need a new pair of jeans and you find yourself in the store.

Melonigibarden Jetspikarwhef knows he has to clean his room. Besides some exercise, he would also get himself two cups of cookie caramel cream tea as reward from mum. Yet his heart can barely beat the motivation into him. A tear rolls down his temple and lands inside his ear. He wiggles it. Glancing sideways his eyes fall on the computer. A suitable distraction. He clicks into a couple of couple folders mindlessly. That makes it, what, four folders, hmm. Some time later he's typing in the dialogues for his character in a CRPG (Computer Role Playing Game). For a mission, a painting has to be stolen if the painter has completed. He gains some virtual coins for making progress and spends it on new clothes for his character. As if he had found what he'd been looking for, he quits the game and logs into his mail to type in a message to a friend. He doesn't press send but does some web-surfing instead. Mum says he can make it out of the situation he's dealing with without any drugs to mess with his natural brain process. What's natural? Who's nature? Who is he! MJ closes all the files and shuts his computer down.

The curtains fall and no one claps. They want to know who was who and what the play was all about. So, the actors float back to the stage and introduce themselves like they should have before the show had started. MJ's computer bows and talks, "I was I". Piker waves and smiles, "I was you". She shrugs because she was she and they recognize her hamster that's sitting on her shoulder and almost falls when she shrugs them. MJ wipes his tear and tells them his name. Thank you everyone for everything. The writer turns to go and the hall empties. No one hears the simulator speak, we live in a world within a world within a world within a world within a world within a world within a world within a........

© 2018 Rana

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Wow, this stream of conscious reminds me of self.
Well, because you asked; you must have filtered out much of the arbitrary tangents that coexist, to deter our distraction and limit our wandering.
After all, the overwhelming majority tend to focus on the 'buying jeans' and ignore any other thoughts that pop in and out of their heads.
But then, in the interest of conviviality, I tend to give them a break. Conformity begs for acceptance and is not completely their fault.

Posted 8 Months Ago


8 Months Ago

Thank you so much for the review! I made some changes to the story, thank you for the suggestions :)
A world within a world. Lovely; that just explains it all. All the world's a stage, after all.

Posted 10 Months Ago


10 Months Ago

Awh thank you! :)
I really like this story, I read it a few times to make sure I understood it fully. It's a very interesting style and doesn't explain much. Allows the reader to think about many things, especially in a story like this one.

Posted 10 Months Ago


10 Months Ago

Thanks Joey! My friend said the same so i added that paragraph with the intro in the end, I'll be wo.. read more

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Added on September 3, 2018
Last Updated on November 5, 2018
Tags: fiction, short story, psychological



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