Balloon Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

"C'mon Xayne, you're such a pain in a ass, let go of it already, I made a mistake and you decided to make it your ring tone" "Did you say mistake? Mistake kiss? You're gonna get a balloon by mistake one day". She said walking away. "What do you mean by balloon?". "" Balloon ". She said demonstrating. " Come again ". " Am talking about the natural Ballon that can't burst easily". "I'll never be a psycho like you Xayne so I won't crack my head for your shitty riddle". Celeste cursed and walked past her. It was dark already and the hallway light was the source of illumination in the place.

“That’s impossible, Anj. You must have at least remembered a little about him.” I squinted, showing them I was thinking really hard. “He has eyes, nose, and mouth, and his head is as big as that balloon,” I pointed at the white balloon the little girl was holding as she walked toward the convenience store. “She must have been drugged that night,” Anya shook her head, but when Dylan glared at her, she continued, “Or her alien family came, and they got her married to a royal family.” The word married choked me, causing me to cough, and they panicked when I was not stopping. Dylan had to rush back inside the store to get me water, and when he returned, he found Anya tapping my back lightly whil

' Exasperation exuded from the tone of the voice and I could almost start to believe that it was truly something being generated in my head. I find myself dumping the umbrella on the floor before plopping down back onto the bed. "Oh, Rozeta. You have really gone crazy this time around. What more do you want after this? A flying bison?" I can't believe I was even starting to talk to myself. I think I am indeed going crazy, no doubt about that. And the more it's revealed that I just might be crazy, the more I start to wonder how much sanity I have left. 'What do I do with you? Gosh, this is why it's so hard to deal with humans.' I hear the voice say again.

“Just tell her to accept him.” “Will you go away already?” I groaned. “You’re a parasite, aren’t you. Some worm from uncooked meat that burrowed into my brain, driving me to insanity.” “Please. You haven’t enough brains to nourish a gnat, let alone my magnificent self. Your insanity is not my doing either.” I groaned, wondering if I were to stick a hot poker through my ear if he would shut up. Maybe I am going insane. That is the only way to explain this voice named Rome in my head. Next I’m going to conjure up an imaginary friend named Paris or some shit.

Then Samantha came and joined the celebration. *** Janine was staring at nowhere at twelve midnight. She looks at the camera that has been monitoring her. No one was raping her, but she still feel that someone is entering her and fucking her. And every time that she closed her eyes—she could still see those bulky men in her mind. She could see those gays that have big breasts like a woman. For days that they transfer in this crazy facility. Everyone around are crazy. And she's also losing her insanity as time passes.

Seeing the lines of comments scrolling by, I stayed calm, expression unreadable. Since I was little, I'd known the truth: everything in this world was a lie. All of us were just characters in a story, made for someone else's amusement like toys. Because of that, I'd grown up lonely and strange and ended up with selective mutism. I didn't think much of it myself. It was only my mother who suffered, always trying to make me happy. "Let go of me! That old man only broke his leg. He can still move his hands. Why can't he be our goalie? And anyway, he wanted to exercise himself—"

What the fuck is happening right now? The lights go haywire, everything spinning wildly, picking up speed and turning the objects in mini missiles. One of them whizzing past my head, forcing me to hit the deck. The commotion continues for another minute before settling down, gravity has the items clattering to the ground. “Okay, what the fuck was that?” My arms pushing me off the ground, wondering what kind of exorcist shit I’ve walked into. “Enzo.” Matt groans, continuing to rock the babe and soothe him so another outburst doesn’t happen.

How true is that statement for this damned world we live in, where nameless horrors always lurk in the dark, ready to catch us, trap us, and drag us to eternal ruin. I believe that insanity is a release from the restrictive limitations imposed on us by the expectations of our culture, our race and, above all, ourselves. The madman does not care what others think of him, because what leads a person to dementia is often the revelation that the world around him is not as safe or stable as he would like to believe, that it is a populated place by monsters that lurk just beyond the thin veil of reality, that can tear apart a man's soul as well as his body and destroy his mind.

“I was counseled to take Banabella to the kingdom of Fallahi, - I mean your mother’s birthplace. I have handpicked a group of men who have been chosen to take Banabella to the village of Bo, in the kingdom of Fallahi. Don’t be surprised, my boy. Yesterday I read what was written on our wall. I saw our young men running away from Muzagah because the prince has declared war against us. I joined my fellow chiefs and elders to motivate our young men who were running away from this kingdom because of the fear of dying on the battlefield against the Suramites; whereupon many ran off and few remained. My spirit echoes my end time. I see you live to uplift my name, and I believe you will make this h

Anima's lips curled up in a sinister smirk, creating a look on her face that Marie never thought an embodiment of light could make. She suddenly swung one of the metal balls toward the girls. The ball crashed into the ground a short distance from them, cracking and shaking the room they were in. The force of the crash lifted Anima off the ground and threw her toward the girls. As she approached them, she swung the second ball with as much force as she could muster. The girls quickly dove out of the way, and the ball hit the ground, destroying the surface completely. The crack generated spread toward the walls, and the room shook again.