Edge Of Sanity Novels & Stories

Mason told me about one of his teammates getting suspended after crashing a golf cart into the locker room doors last year. I told him about accidentally slicing open my coach’s hand with a skate blade when I was thirteen. At some point, I realized I had stopped feeling anxious. Not completely but enough. Enough to breathe easier and stop feeling like I was drowning inside my own head. Honestly that terrified me a little. Because somehow Mason had become the person who could do that. Around midnight, exhaustion finally hit me hard. I was sitting beside Mason with my head tipped back against the wall one second. The next thing, my eyes were closing.

Then: “Not without reducing autonomy more visibly.” Adrian looked genuinely surprised. “There’s a limit?” Malcolm finally turned toward him fully. “There is always a limit.” The admission unsettled both of them. Because limits implied something Bastion had nearly erased from the world: Edges. At the Sanctuary, the unresolved gatherings expanded naturally. People sat together without objectives. Conversations wandered unpredictably. Someone would ask a question, another would answer indirectly, a third would abandon the topic entirely for a memory that somehow still mattered. No one moderated.

Still breathing. Still listening. Just no longer calculating the cost of being seen in rest. Eden remained seated. No smile. No gesture. She didn’t offer softness. She didn’t offer warmth. She offered something far more rare: Consistency that didn’t shape itself to the people watching it. The system pinged low-level queries: :: SANCTUARY NODE UNEXPECTED STABILITY :: RECOMMEND LABEL: DE-ESCALATION / EARLY RESTORATIVE PHASE :: USER INPUT: NONE

I’d felt and heard the cries of my grandsons, felt my daughter shatter under the weight of war and loss, but I didn’t want to see her sacrifice her sanity over something that may have a resolution. Before all the mayhem began, I sensed from Eden that she was genuine in wanting to help and had a plan to begin to fix all that she had broken. I didn’t know how or what she could do to fix this mess but killing her seemed a little extreme. She was like Phoenix, albeit not as powerful, but an Ulfheonar no less. I felt Sophia grab my hand and I felt the charge between us and when she turned to me I knew she felt it too; an overwhelming sense of peace and love that warmed me from the inside out.

I wasn't crazy, though the desperation had pushed me to the edge. Contemplating my next move, I teetered on the precipice of love and obsession. The lines between reason and sanity blurred as my world transformed into a battlefield where victory meant reclaiming the man I believed was rightfully mine. With a flicker of determination igniting in my eyes, I made a solemn vow—I would fight relentlessly, employing every means at my disposal, to seize back what I believed was rightfully mine.

Shockingly. "So, are you still willing to stay?" Malakai said with a sad smile, a little scared of Eden's response. "Yeah, I am. You didn't think my feelings for you would change because you're a psychopath, or a sociopath. Trust me Malakai, everyone has a little psycho in them. It's what makes you human. No one is ever completely sane, to be sane you have to be a little insane too." Eden explained and she couldn't be more right.

He abandoned his struggle with the canyon wall and lunged for her, his own safety forgotten. And I was left alone, watching the man I loved race to save the woman he found peace in, while the architect of our misery held reality hostage for the sake of his notes, and a monster from my nightmares prepared to devour us all. The cliff edge beneath my feet felt less like stone and more like the precipice of my own sanity. Kairi was at Maia's side, his hands trying to pry the grey tendril from her leg, his back to me. Silas was chanting, pouring more power from the thread to keep the canyon from crushing his experiment.

I felt the edges of my vision start to blacken from all the pain that was tearing through my limbs. “Sir, she is going to black out again.” I heard a grumble. “Fine. That's enough for today.” I felt a prickle on my arm before more pressure and flinched at the next wave of pain that would soon undoubtedly rush through me. To my astonishment, the pain started to lessen and vacate my limbs. Slowly, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as the electricity started to leave my veins. I slumped against the table slowly, relishing in the newfound relief.

OK JUST HOLD TILL WGEN I WAS I WAS DONE HE THANK ME WE DON'T HAVE TIME WE HAVE TO STOP IT I KNOW DOCTOR,BUT HOW WE WILL THINK OF IT BUT WE HAVE TO BE PREPARE BECAUSE HE CAN USE ANYONE BUT WHY CAN'T HIM COME HIMSELF,THAN SENDING A LITTLE GIRL HE CAN'T BECAUSE HE KNOW AM PROTECTING MYSELF WITH A HOLY SUBSTANCE THAT WHY,I SEE ANY WAY PLEASE DOCTOR BE CAREFUL I HAVE TO GO THANKS AGAIN IF NOT FOR YOU I WOULD BE DEAD NOW THANKS JUST MAKE SURE YOU TAKE CARE DOCTOR AND BE CAREFUL BUT WHAT ABOUT HER I WILL TAKE HER TO A HOSPITAL SAYING SHE FAINTED WHY WALKING ON THE ROAD WELL THAT OK SO LATER DOCTOR BY JAMES THANKS A LOT BE CAREFUL BYE BYE

They're exploring his arms, his neck, his back, his hair. I moan softly, and the sound causes him to press into me, pulling me several inches closer to the edge of the bar. "What is going on here?" someone says from behind us. Oh, my God. It's my Dad. Dad! Shit. Mason. Pulling away. Me. Jumping off the bar. Dad. Walking past us.