Balloon Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

Andrew sat nearby and was capturing this warm scene with his phone. My soul drifted through the wall and back to the greenhouse where I was imprisoned. Dead silence filled the space, and the air reeked with the smell of pesticide that was mixed with the rotting fragrance from the flowers. It was nauseating and foul. My body remained in the same position as when I died. I was curled behind the door with both hands gripping the doorframe tightly. My broken fingernails wedged into the cracks. That very day, I had planned to show them the offer I had just received from the Seinland Cardiovascular Research Center over dinner. I had wanted to surprise them. I wanted to tell them that I, too, could

he said, and I frowned with disgust, and James started laughing. "You needed to be there. She is very unstable. My mother could not break her; she is the best we have. Emily is really unstable and delusional. I doubt anything that comes out of that woman is true." He said, and I smiled at him. "She said she was staying next door to your room in the mansion, and she heard you and Caspian together, and he made you a lot of promises," James said, and I nodded. "He did and made sure he kept most of them," I said grimly, and he stood up and hugged me.

“They go insane.” Nate blinks, slowly turning to look at me. I feel it already. That restless pull, that gnawing ache. The one that started the second I woke up. It’s still there, crawling beneath my skin like fire under glass. I don’t say anything. I don’t need to. Luca sees it on my face. “That insanity,” he continues, “is either going to drive them toward each other—because eventually, it’ll become unbearable—or…” He hesitates for a moment before he adds, “Or they’ll end up dead.”

A branch snapping caught her ear and she turned her head in the direction it came from, hoping to catch a glance of what was out there, but it was too dark. If she stayed in one spot, the thing that was out there would easily catch up to her, so she started walking, noticing for the first time she had no shoes, only socks. ‘I’m losing my mind. That’s the only explanation that fits. Alyssa and her Bitch Virus has gotten to me and I’m in the end stages of sanity.” She whispered. Another snapping branch made her jump and walk a little faster. She wondered where she was going. She didn’t recognize the area, and there were no signs.

They crackled as they trailed up, up, high up, still, until they got to the sky where the men in the balloons were. She watched in horror as these thin wisps of lightening hit the balloons and immediately swallowed them up whole. One second they were there and then, poof. . . gone. Nothing remained. Just nothing. It was like they had never existed. Germaine could not keep her mouth closed. She felt she was in a dream which showcased fantasy and magic in high technicolor and she was the protagonist watching everything happening right before her. She could not stay behind locked doors now, she dashed to it, unlocked it and rushed out.

I reached for the Original Fever. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Doctor. I Struck the Logic. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Perfect Sanity" on the tile floor. I didn't try to save my mind; I Embraced the Madness. "I AM THE ANOMALY YOU CANNOT EXCISE!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Regulated Chaos.

“Aw, and here I was hoping the ‘sir’ would stay. Yes, I’ll get it, but we need to discuss the problem that thing presents.” “That is not the problem. The dickwad is the problem,” Beth says with her hands on her hips. Again I felt that nice warm, fuzzy feeling. “You’re both right. The notebook and Kirk are the problems. Which is why I want to at least destroy the notebook. Kirk, I will figure out what to do with later.” “So you don’t think you’re crazy anymore?” Matt asks. “Is one every sure they’re not insane? How can we really know what we experience in this world is the actual reality of the situation?” I ask back.

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

Somehow, I control myself, suppressing my lips and then look at both of them. But the next moment, I feel like my head is spinning. I frown and squeeze my eyes shut before opening them and listening to them. They both talk more but as my whole attention is only on my head, I can't hear them. I take a deep breath through my mouth because I feel like saliva is gathering in my mouth. I gulp down my excessive saliva and squeeze on Sanam's hand unconsciously, inhaling deeply. He looks at me with concern in his eyes and I just shake my head, telling him that I am fine while I feel like the world is spinning around me.

She asked nervously as if she was afraid she would ask the wrong question and I would lash out again. I let out a huge breath of air and took a long sip of the cold water, hoping it would help to control my temper and keep me serene. "I feel like he has transported me back to that unforgettable day and I see him, punching and kicking that innocent man, it's all so real that I begin to have a mental breakdown, but when I pull away from him, the nightmare disappears." I trailed of not thinking I can continue describing what I have to go through everyday. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.