Rhonda stood in line at the deli behind the screaming boy and his mother. The stupid bitch was checking TikTok while the child ran amok throwing bags of chips, cookies, and other pre-packed treats on the floor. The child’s screeches raked upon something deep and primal within Rhonda’s psyche. A thought crossed her mind, and a moment later it became reality. Rhonda took hold of the boy’s hair and slammed his head into the counter. The boy wailed through a mouth of shattered teeth, and a bloodied, broken nose.

Rhonda shrieked too as everyone in the deli acted upon what they wished to do to the person who’d harm a child…

With the ease of turning the steering wheel to the left, Benny’s car jumped the sidewalk, and accelerated toward the unsuspecting skateboarder.

Triggering this event was a thought which passed through Benny’s mind:

“Who lets their kid skateboard near a road like this? Imagine if he got hit. I wonder how far he’d go.”

Fear.

Panic.

Pain.

Benny saw these with only a microsecond of eye contact with the skateboarder.

Thump!

Seeing the results of his intrusive thought, Benny wanted nothing more than to die.

Once again, without intent or control of his own actions, Benny pulled a pen from the glove box, and shoved it through his eye until he connected with his brain.

Once again, Mr. Silver gathered everyone into the conference room for the weekly screaming session about the company’s failures.

“How the fuck are we getting charged back for these?” Mr. Silver screamed and waved around a bank statement. Veins bulged from his neck. He leaned over Greg, the logistics manager, invading his personal space, and splashed a drop or two of spittle on him.

“Because you are a fucking thief. You billed them for goods you never sent them,” Charles from accounting replied before he realized it came from his mouth.

“Are you kidding me?” Mr. Silver said aghast, and charged toward Charles.

“Shut the fuck up!” Betty from sales added, and knocked over her chair as she rose to confront Mr. Silver.

“Sit down!” Mr. Silver commanded. A look of fear betrayed his Alpha male facade.

Unfortunately, today was a day unlike any other for the human race. Greg from logistics, tranquil by nature, rose out of his chair, and before he knew what happened, his fist connected with Mr. Silver’s jaw in an uppercut from Hell.

Not to be out done, Charles, Betty, and everyone else at the office (including the janitor) let Mr. Silver know how they felt about his weekly screaming sessions.

As a roller coaster reached the top of its climb, a harmless thought crossed Jillian’s mind. She wondered how long she could hold on to her seat if the harness unlocked while the coaster went through its loops, twists, and turns.

Lucky for Jillian, she wasn’t in control of the roller coaster.

Parker, the ride operator, had a similar thought, and helped Jillian find out.