Going Crazy Novels & Stories

Bully! “What is your problem Jeoff?” My overnight will lead to crying. And the crazy smiled at me that made me cry again because he has totally gone crazy. “You are now crazy!” Cry Misssamy. “you must see a doctor you seem insane! Brooooooooooooooooooo.” He gave me tissue again. but Jeoff is not yet speaking. He is just feeling me. I am making Jeoff crazy. This is my fault why he is crazy but I may gone crazy ahead of him.

Rose Laughed inside their mind knowing it was going to be a little funny. “Crazy is as crazy does…I think you’re crazy just because you’re with me…or I’m with you….Either way it’s just the saaame…just as true…think you’re maybe a little bit mad to love somebody who may be just a little bit bad” She smirked and did a seductive dance for Romero for a moment

Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place. The next morning, she exhibited another characteristic of crazy. Adrian did not forget that his brand new wife was a shitty cook. Even if he tried to, he could forget that she almost burnt down the cabin while they were on vacation. Adrian woke up that morning to the choking smell of smoke. He actually forgot that he had a brand new roommate and feared that he left something on the previous night, something that had inadvertently led to the fire. He rushed to the living room where he noticed the source of the fire. Kristen had the good grace to look sheepish.

I hissed. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I think I'm going crazy," he murmured into my ears. "My mind is a mess. I don't know what I'm doing. I think you've drugged me with something. Get it out of my system I beg of you." His breath ghosted my skin. I struggled against his hold, “I don’t know what you are talking about. Let me go you brute!” he’s crazy. He might look normal but he’s definitely crazy because he’s spilling nonsense.

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

It’s the only thing that’s keeping me going now. I lay my pen down, my knee jiggling nervously, and close the notebook. Standing, I pace back and forth across the living room. I’m sure if anyone saw me they’d easily see me as some crazed, neurotic psycho but I can’t stay still. I feel like I’m overflowing with energy and if I stay still I’ll explode. Checking the time on my phone, I stuff it in my pocket and leave the apartment. Maybe a walk will help calm me down.

In what ever way he could think of; and by God, he could think of a few right off he bat. He slowed to a stop and turned around, furious at her, at himself, at goddesses of the moon, for giving him a crazy mate that was driving him crazy too, at everything. His fate is driving him crazy. He nearly lost it , but only surged of courageous kept him going. An unfamiliar seething energy began to gather inside him, and he cursed long and hard and viciously into the whipping rain as he speed back towards Annie. Spoiling for a fight.

Had to act crazy, orders from above. "OH MY GOSH! SOMEONE! SOMEONE SAVE ME. OH GOD! HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!" I rushed out of the room and sprinted around the corridors of the mansion screaming with every atom of my being. A bit exaggerated but...you get the picture. Acting wacky is what I am awesome at anyway. When I noticed people (not sure who) gathering around me, I cried with more violence than any gale. I was full on bonkers now.

"I won't meet you on Kitay-Gorod because you don't exist... I'm just sick… "You have no choice, you must test your hypothesis, or sooner or later you will go mad, and then you will really need a psychiatrist." - Okay, I'll try...in the end I have nothing to lose. At least I'll know I'm definitely sick. "You're all right, I'll explain. "Will you tell me your number?"… "You won't need it!"