Chloefandomarts Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

And they knew that whenever life brings a bad night, they’d fight through together, knowing that afterwards comes the dawn of a bright new day. At this juncture, I Chucka came back to reality.. The fantasies and hallucinations we're vague and untrue... Like I said, I brightened up my spectators. I'm coming back, stay tuned. Follow me on Instagram : @Joshyl_akor

I wonder and then my eyes fall on the wall clock which is hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 7:34 PM. I gulp and go inside. The door of the room is still open and I eventually forget about it. I see two bookshelves on the right side of the room. I walk towards them and scan the books. The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything.

But if there's one thing he still cares about, it's his obsessive disorder. Elio hates mess and dirt. It's sickly with him, and he has a holy horror of change. When I say "change," I include moving an object a few centimeters on a shelf. No one will notice except Elio. He really is a fucking mental case... and I know I'm in no position to talk about him like that. Cazzo. I see Elio staggering towards me. He's had more than enough to drink tonight. He's barefoot, and his white shirt is half-open. His beard is even shaggier than usual. Elio's usually neat appearance seems a distant memory.

lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps? lets set fire to the town, perhaps? im tired of pretending to be your precious child, perfect student, "the innocent one" i want to paint obscene material in your blood (in the name of art, of course) @god do you ever feel unreal? are you even real? am i? no i have to be real, I can feel the blood dripping down my arm, the bones cracking in my spine im real. im real. im real. everything hurts!!!!! **** i cant wait to rip you all to shreds !!!!!!

Security answered to no one’s nervous prayer, only to training and the ritual of patrol, the rhythm of their rounds comforting in its constancy. Chloe was at the house as well, though not within the nursery nor by the children. She had taken a room on the top floor, a place that allowed her both the view and the privacy she wanted. The door closed behind her; she was alone. The night’s loosened music did not reach her. Instead she sat in a dim half light, holding a dildo and rose toy. She breathed through it, moaning. It was not a scene of exhibition but of self containment. She controlled her screams as she was squirting.

Faces registered various degrees of shock and disturbance, with some quicker-witted ones hastily shielding their eyes and averting their gaze in embarrassment. Chloe involuntarily took several steps back, not out of bashfulness, but because the scene was truly unsettling. Imagine a naked, disheveled woman chasing after a man with a maniacal and unhinged expression, resembling a vengeful spirit poised to claim a soul. Chad's garments had been torn away, leaving him only in his underpants. He fought for survival, and his body was adorned with crimson scratches. He dashed around the room in a frenzied panic, clutching desperately at his conspicuously empty crotch.

“But let’s get one thing straight: the only thing embarrassing here is your pathetic attempt to stage a scandal.” Chloe’s laughter echoed through the line, but it lacked conviction. “Oh, please. You’re bluffing, Ava. I’ve already won. The world saw the video. It’s over.” “Won?” I repeated, letting out a scoff. “You couldn’t win a game of checkers against a toddler, Chloe. The only thing you’ve managed to prove is how desperate and delusional you are. You faked a video and thought no one would notice? How quaint.”

Well, let's just watch everything play out. “ Don't tell you're still doing this interview stuff in your head?” Chloe stared at me in disgust. “ No, I'm not!” I freaked out. “ I'm pretty much sure you were answering no one in your head,” she squinted her eyes. “ It's called soliloquizing,” I emphasized. “ Don't make it seem like I'm crazy or something,” I pouted. “ You're freaky,” she mumbled. “ I heard that!”

Smiles and Pain. Peace and Chaos. I wonder how a person can smile despite the pain he or she is feeling. I wonder how can there be peace at the center of chaos. How can they do that? Why can’t I do that? “Faster, Fely. We’ll be late!” I snapped out from my thoughts when I heard Ghale’s voice. I run towards her and smiled. “Let’s go. I’m excited.” I said, but she just sadly smiles at me.

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”