Floory Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

” i nod abruptly Dalon parks the car and turns it off and looks at me. “Ready?” Am i? Are you ready for the drunk dancing and loud music.? It isn’t bad right? i hope its just like the movies. I nod. Once we reached the front door, there wasn’t any sound of music coming from inside. weird. i thought there’s supposed to be loud music. I look at Dalon “Is it supposed to be this quiet?” “Uh no” He rings the doorbell. A moment Flo comes stunning as ever with her hair curled up and she wore a black dress.

"He implied it. I don't like him oh" We go back and forth for a while then Floxy starts talking about what she heard fromt he infirmary when she went to take her medication, Ibim was leaving school today and people are saying she will come back with her eye sight. I would be really happy for her. Bevy has dark patches in between her thighs and the nurses believe it's rape. Floxy was really good at making gossip feel like a right thing, she would always add "I just say let me yarn you" in between her stories and laugh like we are meant to be talking about other lives.

Broddi observed, worriedly, "Let's find the end of this path and settle down. I really don't want you passing out on me just yet." I was too stunned to conjure up any words, so I simply nodded, now allowing Broddi to pull me along, for I couldn't remember how to walk on my own. The beauty of the scenery was now dulled and muted by my horrific reality, no longer a gorgeous, stunning sight to see, but a place forever that will be associated with the end of my humanity, and the beginning of my insanity. I suddenly felt as if everything around me was mocking me. The birds chirping happily were only there to make my internal pain more horrible, the grey chipped rocks were there to tell me that I'

He said then the speaker suddenly went silent and the woman with us started to cry. "The h*ck! I was only been pushed by someone so I got in here! Why can't you let me out right away?!" She said while she is now clinging to the floor because it is really high that we will fall like this. I still don't know if my power can do this because I don't know how to fly or levitate. "Miss, just calm down." Tyr said then he looked around as if he was shaking it. While me it's the same but ahhhhhh!! I also panicked because this triangular thing seemed to be speeding up.

It seems that you really attach great importance to this assistant. Joseph’s expression drastically changed at once. He looked around alertly right away. Clarence did not respond to Flynn’s remarks; his face was expressionless. "Your assistant had been drugged," snarled Flynn. Your men will find her nude or, if she can no longer bear it, she will leap to them if you do not personally come to her aid. Remind yourself that I gave her three times the recommended dosage of medication, and that she might bleed to death if she is not calmed down within one hour. Oh, what a lousy assistant."

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?

Her expression remained as impassive as the cold, unforgiving walls that enclosed them, revealing nothing of the turmoil within. Aurelia Lucien Emerson, the esteemed CEO of Emerson Enterprises and former director of the Light Infantry organization, found herself confined within the confines of this four-cornered room, her once commanding presence now overshadowed by the haunting spectre of insanity. Leaning against the cold, unforgiving walls, she tilted her head sideways and fixated on the oppressive darkness above. Her fingers twitched restlessly, a silent dance of agitation in the stifling air.

The storm outside Thorne Tower had upgraded from a drizzle to a rhythmic assault. Thunder vibrated through the floorboards, a low-frequency growl that seemed to mock the artificial stillness of the ninety-ninth floor. Silas didn’t wait for Lyra to agree or prepare. He had retreated into a state of hyper-focused mania, a byproduct of his "Master" persona desperately trying to overwrite the "Leo" glitches from the boardroom.

​The fluorescent lights of the ward didn't just flicker; they strobbed at a frequency designed to induce submission. But the red glow emanating from the wooden flute beneath Nora’s gown acted as a sensory anchor. The "Asylum" was a lie constructed of white tile and chemical sedation, but the Friction—the raw, chaotic energy of her lived history—was the only thing the Synergy Group couldn't simulate. ​"Step away from the patient, Dr. Parsley," Nora said, her voice dropping into the low, dangerous register of the Davis heir.

inside the elevator changed. On Floor 15, the walls turned into blood-stained wood, and the sound of a distant chainsaw echoed through the vents. On Floor 30, the air smelled like rain and old letters, and I felt an overwhelming urge to cry for a man I had never met. On Floor 55, the floor turned into a bottomless pit, and for a second, I forgot my own name. "Don't look at the 'Displays', Elara!" Silas shouted, grabbing my shoulders. "It’s 'Immersion Therapy'! They're trying to 'Script' us into a new role!"