Inanimate Insanity Cheesy Novels & Stories

He snatched the bread slices off her tray and shoved them into his mouth. After starving all morning and fueled by the rage of what'd happened the last two days, she lunged at him to snatch it back and shouted, "You psycho!" The man stopped chewing and stared at her expressionlessly. Then, he reached out and grabbed her outstretched right hand. With a sickening crack, he snapped her index finger at a grotesque angle. A pained scream that sounded like the cry of a dying animal escaped her throat. Here, all the tricks she'd learned pretending to be insane, including the fake screamings and bluffs, meant nothing. All she received was harsher, more direct, and more brutal violence.

Tomato sauce and warm grease squirt from beneath the cardboard lids and spatter his shoes, but he never looks down. Carrie, who managed to maintain her composure after running down an old lady with a mini-car, is so stunned by the sight that her mouth flops open. At least she manages to hold onto her own pizzas. Beyond the door, bright studio lights shine off plastic sheeting spread on a concrete floor. Standing on that sheeting is a rainbow of oversized figures dressed in cartoon animal costumes—foxes and turtles and a white unicorn and three more rabbits with oversized heads. None wear pants.

Chantelle cuts them some nasty eye, corks her drink with the straw still inside it, and tucks it under her armpit. "Ewwwwwwwwwww. Gross." Pascal and Abe chorus. Amanda chuckles so hard that she chokes on the third wafer stick she had between her lips like a cigarette. Those people that say "Karma is a bitch" are just insane. Karma is a hot chick, living like it's nobody's business. Pokubo walks past us, on the pavement ahead, her flat sole shoes making a scraping sound on the hard floor. "Any time I see Pokubo eh, life dey tire me. I swear down." Ahmed says. They burst into laughter, low short snickers. Chantelle does too, and her tongue is a darker shade of red.

The newest comments had all been left today, and they were vicious. "The cheater has the nerve to show off an award? I bet she stole that from Joey too."

Charlie’s face shifted from pale to flushed, his hands waving frantically as he shouted, yet every pore radiated panic. Clearly, he thought Conrad had lost his mind—that every word was a lie. Apparently, he was the only one in the household completely unaware of the family’s dark secrets. In his eyes, he was the sole heir of a happy family. Then Charlie lunged toward me, shaking my shoulders violently. “You see, Kendall? I warned you! He’s insane! He’s ranting with lies again! “And you married him? Ha! Are you stupid? You must regret it by now!”

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

I shot Wayne a look of pure disgust and coldly said, "But you're filthy. Looking at you only makes me sick." The color drained from his face. His lips trembled, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. Beside me, Mason chose that moment to deliver a merciless jab. "You're just a used-up, bottom-shelf scrap. Go home and take a look at yourself." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. Honestly, I hadn't expected Mason to have such a sharp, dry sense of humor.

The negative thoughts corrupted my mind- “Who the fuck is this?” A voice. A calm, anonymous voice filtered through some distorter. “Your wife is safe, Mr. Salvatore. But you need to stop looking for her. Now.” The line went dead.

“And then I knew it had gotten so bad. The perfect confirmation that you’re not my Bunny. I know he’s a chainsmoker, with lungs like chimneys. I also know that smokers are liable to die young, but maybe the world has been misled. Perhaps the manufacturers meant the death of the brain. Because Tristan has gone insane. “So karma got you faster than weed?” I tssk. “You weren’t even lucky enough to catch pulmonary cancer, and madness has caught up with you. Christ, they even call you ‘Mad-Bishop,’ isn’t it?” PUNCH!!! Copper burns my nostrils. I collapse against the headboard, choking on thin air.

One glance of her big slutty tits in my face and my arousal instantly dissipates. “Hello.” Chelsea fakes a smile. “Hi,” I reply as I cut into my chicken. Angela smiles warmly as she puts her hand on my leg. “God, Mac is like an animal with you. I’ve been watching him.” I swallow uncomfortably. I’m a ho. “Mac is an animal with all women. You should see him with me,” Chelsea murmurs sarcastically into her wine glass.