Floory Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

The sun was looking down on me through the vast windows like a burning ball in the sky flashing its powerful light all around the room. And I suddenly sat upright my eyes frantically zooming around the room. I was in a panic mode, my heart was thumping so hard again my chest, anyone close could hear its beats. The room was exquisite and so big but given the state I was in, I didn't have it in me to admire the sleekness of everything, like let's say the glassy walls, the colourful chandeliers above my head, the enormous bed I was sitting on, the marble floor...

iggling my toes. I don’t know if this would work but it made me feel like I was doing something. My body began to start to have feeling and I was able to move more of my body. This was irritating. The whole situation was irritating me and inconvenient. My family will never let me out of their sight ever again. This makes me want to kill Dr. Punkass. But the thing I’m not even mad, I just feel annoyed like when a fly is buzzing around you when you’re at a picnic. Or the ants that keep crawling up your leg when you’re standing in a grass field. After more time has past I was able to sit up in the bed. The room wasn’t big, but it looked cozy. I stood up testing my strength and walked around th

Florence Harper's name flashed on the screen. Florence never called unless it was an emergency. I immediately excused myself and stepped away from the table. "What's happened?" I asked without preamble. "Mr. Blackwood, it's Miss Amber," Florence's usually composed voice trembled with emotion. "Harrison Chase called about her birthday, and she—she's not herself." My body tensed. "Explain." "She slammed the phone down hard enough to crack the screen," Florence continued. "Then she went upstairs and grabbed your silver baseball bat. She's left the apartment with her eyes flashing and her hands partially shifted. I'm worried she might—"

In the room, the Mother fired the chimney. She took out the money from everywhere in the room, from cupboards, drawers, bags, purses, and boxes. Since this was the only room where moneys were kept, She took out bundles of money and threw each into the fire. Coins and notes, nothing stood under the fire... When she saw the money burning, she began to shake badly and thought to herself "I wouldn't pay I'll burn each piece of money and won't let anyone have it" She began to mess up the whole room in madness searching for any penny in the room.

The floor between Xander and Sterling had the quality of something that had changed its mind about being solid. Not everywhere — the lead composite walls were still intact, the Drive's housing was still fixed, the corners of the vault still held their geometry. But the area around the door frame, where the frequency flood had concentrated, had gone soft in patches. Not liquid-liquid. More like the consistency of something that had been solid long enough to forget how to be soft and was now relearning it uncertainly.

Lost in their own minds. One man collapsed near the fountain, muttering nonsense under his breath, eyes wide and unseeing. His words were fragments of different languages, mixed with sounds that belonged to no human tongue. Another woman spun in slow circles, reaching for things that weren't there, tears streaming down her face as she called for children who were safe in their beds. "Move him inside," I ordered as Lydia ran up behind me, her healer's instincts already assessing the scene. "All of them. Get them away from the moonlight."

In this state, she resembled a small, frightened mouse. Flora's greatest fear was that Enzo didn't offer any excuses for his cruel and gruesome actions. Instead, he appeared to take delight in recounting them, as if they were achievements and thrilling experiences. Now she understood that the man beside her wasn't her ex-husband or a mere stalker, but rather, a deranged serial killer. Observing Flora's lack of response, Enzo furrowed his brow slightly. He hadn't anticipated that his wife's mental state would be so fragile. Despite this, he found the situation somewhat advantageous; he hoped Flora would be less defiant than before.

I ask. “Wait – why is there bruising?” Tom asks the doctors. No matter how rough Tom gets, there’s very rarely any physical evidence of it. “I’ve told you, your wife is insatiable—” Dr. Hogan starts but he’s quickly cut off by Tom. “Didn't you tell me my wife is almost completely insane?! Why would you leave her unsupervised?” Tom shouts. Dr. Hogan stammers, seemingly lost for words. Finally, he says, “we watch her. There are always cracks – moments when our backs are turned. Your wife’s unwell, but she’s not a danger to herself. We occasionally do have more urgent patients.”

"Hello. Would you like to bind with a life-swapping system and be my master? I can serve you well and help you swap out or exchange anything you want." "Get lost!" These systems only did a world of harm and no good!

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