Baxter Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

"I hate to break your heart Celia. He does. They are in this basement, that compartmentalizes them into room-sized cages. The only good thing happening to them is that they are groomed, or they are bought by not so bad clients. They are bought. Sweet baby Jesus in a manger. People still do that?" "Helloo, I'm a living testimony. I have been there, seen that, I've lived that horror." She said, raising her glass of wine as if to make a toast. "Those girls need to get out and I don't see that happening soon when someone like Hector prowls the place like a sabre toothed tiger." "From the sound of it, this one must be a hard nut to crack." Ajax mummured, biting his buttom lip. Collins scoffed. "H

Adam had been delirious recently, sitting on his bed each day without uttering a word. Even if Anathea were to strike up a conversation with him, he'd respond to her in between intervals, often with "Yes", "Oh", and "Alright". Most of his responses were insignificant until the other day, when he'd spoken to Anathea in full, detailed sentences despite not remembering who she was. In other words, the elusive "Mr. Baxter" was an important link in the incident from years ago.

Let's have Elsa demonstrate her incredible memory for you, shall we? Mom looked at the version of me that had been turned into a machine expectantly, saying, "Go ahead, Elsa." On the livestream, the robot slowly turned its head toward the dark camera lens. Its lips moved stiffly as it began to recite a string of numbers. Then, it froze, staring straight into the camera. "Memory failure. Data corrupted." The voice that came out sounded like a damaged tape recorder. For a moment, the livestream exploded. "No way, this has to be fake. That can't be a real person!"

“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.

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.

I could feel one of the figures behind the solid door, dodging and throwing punches at the same time. The movement sped up and they moved onto the mat, wrestling and trying to get on top of the other for a solid pinning. Finally, the movement ceased. I could still feel his movements, though. In a second, the calm was over and the other one jumped back up and started throwing some more punches, connecting with a few more times. “What's wrong?” Spencer asked as he paused his show again. I jumped at the sound of someone's voice, coming out of my trance, no longer able to feel the movement of someone in the room.

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.

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?

The young man took two big steps towards Sasha and before she could react he reached out and snapped her neck. Sasha slumped to the floor just like Mandy had. The young man gave one last final look and sadly walked out of the back door and headed home. The next one will love me he thought. The next one will be just like mom.

I relived the fear, the sadness, and everything else I felt that day. The commander turns his eyes to the foyer and sees Baxter. He gets to his dog’s side in two strides. “Baxter… Baxter… wake up!” I hear him call his dog. “What have they done to you?” Jareth returns. “I canceled the backup, commander…” he informs. “What’s wrong with the dog?” “I don’t know,” he says worriedly. Slowly, Baxter opens his eyes but lies still on the ground. “What happened to you, Baxy?