Balloon Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

He is lost in talking with his imaginary children and wife unknown to the fact that Ruhani ma and the doctor is seeing him through a glass window. Ruhani ma is crying after seeing Abhinav's condition. She rested her palm on her mouth to control her cry. She can't believe that it's the same Abhinav who used to be handsome and muscular with his beastly body. Abhinav is looking quite old than his actual age and looking too sick. He has lost a quite amount of weight indicating he wasn't eating properly. Ruhani ma is still crying when the doctor said," He will become crazy very soon. Because of traumas and too much depressions he is imagining people. If he isn't treated early at this stage than h

Their moans filled the air—low, guttural, intimate. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The balloons slipped from my numb fingers, strings brushing my wrist before they drifted upward, bobbing against the ceiling like they belonged to someone else’s celebration. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Calloway’s head turned slightly, catching sight of me in his periphery. His eyes widened in shock, body freezing mid-motion. “Ava?”

Sixty seconds after I departed. The city lights are normal again. The buzzing has disappeared. But in my hand is a single red balloon string. Tied to nothing. I gaze downward at the road. Every manhole cover is open. Each stairway leads downward into illumination. On the sidewalk inscribed in blood that is beginning to dry: 29 DAYS. I enter. Elena sits at the kitchen table her eyes open wide holding a knife. She never questions whether I am genuine. I fall to my knees before her placing the balloon string into her hand.

It was a new, strange yet insanely powerful feeling that had everything around me fading into nothing, until I was wrapped alone in a giant balloon that made every emotion swirling inside me to amplify by a hundred. It couldn’t be… I swear there was no way I was seeing Samantha in front of my eyes. Right on that moment, her face tilted to the side, our eyes making contact. A giant fist of nausea poked my stomach, causing everything inside of me to be inflated. Slowly, I felt like I was ascending into the air as my stomach churned painfully at the revolting sense. I watched with bewildered eyes as she turned her head back to the squad she was with, said a few words before sashaying towards me

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

All sensations in her body were amplified and jacked thrice: the cool air on her skin, the whispers in the hallway, the lights from the windowsills, the leftovers in her saliva—all seemed to mock her and push her towards further insanity. The next thing she knew, Agatha found herself in the farthest stall of the comfort room relieving herself. For a moment, the drivel seized and everything was back to baseline. What was happening to her, she did not know at all. If she was anxious, anxious about what? There was nothing to be anxious about. She laughed it off and sighed.

Redon’s later painting were the songs of what might be, a realisation that The Eye Like a Strange Balloon Mounts Towards Infinity. After the gallery, Lala felt tired, and the need for her marijuana and strong alcohol. They returned to the car and sat in silence while Lala lit one of her spliffs. She inhaled deeply, and felt the fuzzy disjointedness overcome her immediately, while Teddy rolled down the window to inhale the road’s petrol heavy air.

Bring on the leprechauns. "And," he continued, "when you helped Bobby at lunch the other day, your aura was so bright, I had to shield my eyes! I knew you were doing something to him. I think you fixed his head. You healed his depression." That wasn't possible. Suddenly, I didn't want to know any more. Perhaps whatever Dante had was contagious. I was beginning to believe the mad ravings of a lunatic. But was I really any different than before? I mean, just last year I was a walking coma. If I was this "idimmu" that Dante was going on about, then my stint with insanity could have been the beginning of more. Would I end up like him?

me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"

But it penetrated that person's cavernous gaze ,who was still standing at a far distance from her, but now his feets had started making their way on their own towards her, towards his insanity's sanity. Inessa , who had her eyes closed by now felt a gloomy silence to wash over her entire surrounding ,as people who were whispering murmuring talking had became completely quiet, like her entire surrounding got deprived of every sensation and movement and the only thing which could be heard was a loud and thudding sound of shoes tackling on the wooden floor, which started getting more closer to her.