Floory Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

"I'm tired Muhammad, I'm tired. I just want to be another me, I want to be a better person, I want more than anything else in this world to be a normal girl who's happy with her husband and don't have trust issues or anger issues, who might or might not be crazy. Is that too hard? I just want to be like everyone else, I'm tired, I want to rest, I just want to rest and get away from my own mind. I am going crazy with worrying about nothing, I'm scared of losing myself, I'm scared I've lost myself. I don't know what to do, I'm lost and confused and I hate feeling this way. I'm scared I'm psychologically fucked and everything hurts but all I want to do is..." The rest of her words died on her l

Blood started dripping from her knuckles uncontrollably, yet she remains unfazed. Her body got used to this kind of pain, but Tanvi is shocked to behave like this. "It's been many years since I am this crazy. What happened to me? Why I am acting like a spoiled brat?" With the nerve-racking stress, she breaks the furniture and everything else, which is possible to be damaged. Their bedroom is in chaos, and she is in a mess with blood gushing from her hands and the despair grim. The maids and bodyguards are terrified by hearing the sounds from their bedroom. It's been hours, and the cries and sounds from the room are not dead yet.

It seems even the zombies down below have more sense than to try to live up in this mess of fug and fungus. How many more floors? Two... Plus attic... The next floor is very similar. For all that the pulse at my temples pounds an ever-accelerating beat, and the damp, stinking air is making my eyes stream, I've seen nothing more dangerous than some dodgy flooring. On the topmost floor, my hand trembles. My brain shrieks warnings and my eyes are drawn inexorably to the staircase leading into the roof space. It's narrow, only wide enough for one person...

I want to be in and out. And in and out of the next floor we move, one room in and one room out. The side is clear. The floor is clear. We only have four more floors like this to go. Next floor. The first room in. Clear. The second room in. Clear. So is. Third. Fourth. Firth. The floor is cleared. Next floor. First room clear. Second room. Locked. Matthew steps back and kicks it in clear. Clear. Fourth floor. Clear.

If he did break through the wall, she could satisfy that curiosity. She thumped her forehead with her palm, feeling her sanity sliding along a slippery floor. One minute she was thinking about how much she wanted to die, the next pondering if the guy imprisoned in the next cell was attractive. She found her thoughts becoming more and more unfocused, her moods fluctuating from apathy to despair to inappropriate giddiness at times. “No giving up,” she said under her breath then repeated the three words like a mantra. It wasn’t much to hold on to, but it was something.

She never saw Aiden so desperate for something the way he is for her forgiveness. ______________________ On the other hand, someone was going crazy knowing about her wedding. He was constantly shouting on his people. Devil was officially considered a devil after seeing him going crazy about an unknown girl. But they were not aware that their boss has become obsessed with that pour girl who is also suffering… “I will punish you, baby girl… I will punish you for choosing him, baby girl.” he was speaking this line crazily while inhaling a white substance. His eyes were red, jaw clenched with and veins popping from his muscles.

The chaos around me was overwhelming, with blood splattered across the floor from the fallen guards who were meant to keep us safe. A man wielding a menacingly large gun was advancing towards us. Fear gripped me tightly, yet my limbs refused to obey my desperate plea to flee. My heart was pounding so hard that I could feel the blood pulsing in my ears. I tried to run, but it was as though my feet had been embedded in the earth. I was paralyzed with fear, and every fibre of my being was screaming for me to move, to escape, to do something. But I was helpless, vulnerable, trapped like a deer in the headlights.

Her condition haunted my head, and nagging thoughts that blamed me for it drove me to the brink of insanity. “You're uneasy," Fuyu said. I sighed, ditching the idea of meditation because it wasn't working. “I'm not uneasy.” Fuyu hummed, disbelief staining the air. “I can hear your thoughts and taste your emotions. I can smell the unrest growing inside, and let me tell you that I have a pungent smell.” I clicked my tongue dryly, looking away because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being right. A minute of silence dominated before Fuyu growled threateningly, adrenaline flowing through his veins and mixing with his anger to create a deadly aura. His bloodlust was a thousand times

They made us smell something from the handkerchief making us lose our consciousness. “Fely,” Danny’s weak voice was the last thing I heard before I lost my consciousness. I woke up feeling dizzy. Where am I? I was about to rub my eyes when I realized that I was tied. We were in a room full of darkness. It looks like a storage room because of the boxes at the side. I panicked when I saw Danny lying far from me. I wanted to stand up and run towards her but my feet were tied as well. “Danny!” I called her. She was still sleeping.

I’m fucked . “Sorry about that uhm.. I’ll go with Christian and take a look around .” I blurted , stomping out of there . My mind suddenly went blank . I don’t know how to think . Wait . Did I just say `` How to think? I really need to get out of here . I need fresh air and peace for my mind . I walked through silent halls like graveyards . It felt like a ghost would appear from somewhere around . Why is this floor so creepy? And why the heck am I so scared of that?