Inanimate Insanity Episode Novels & Stories

His skin is sickly pale, and his face holds no other emotion other than madness. Almighty laughter erupts from his mouth, and I stand still, embracing myself for what might come next. "Dave won't notice if I treat myself," Adam booms and mumbles many incomprehensible words. I stare at him, hesitant about what to do next. Adam's conversation with himself suggests he might be insane. A person speaking to themselves usually isn't a good sign. And it frightens me how this crazy person must be around a hundred feet tall; he could quickly end us all.

‘Lander, play the next video. Another clip filled the monitor, images fast-forwarding to a further episode, this one even more unnerving than the first. Grace watched, transfixed, as her body on-screen kicked and writhed, accompanied by the surreal soundtrack of her own voice speaking something that made absolutely no sense to her. It took a lot to scare her, but this psych ward video footage was just about the last thing she needed to see on top of everything else she was dealing with. ‘Turn it off,’ she murmured. ‘Please. I don’t want to see any more right now.’

I walked over to the bed, leaned down, and quietly slid my hand toward her inner thigh before twisting hard. "Ah!" A piercing scream shattered the silence of the ward. Mildred bolted upright before she pointed at me and shrieked, "Victor Crane! Are you insane?" I wasn't insane, but in this life, I was going to make sure that she truly became a lunatic. I shouted toward the door, "Help! Doctors, nurses, my wife's having an episode! She's getting out of control!" When the doctors and nurses rushed in, they saw the feral Mildred trying to scramble off the bed to attack me, while I huddled against the wall with a perfect mask of terror and helplessness on my face. My eyes immediately reddened as

His thoughts become a jumble of violent impulses. "Kill," he growls. "They must die! All of them!” His thoughts start to influence mine and all that runs through my mind is death, bloodshed and carnage. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to hold onto my sanity. "No," I tell him firmly. "Adriana. Remember Adriana. Our mate. Our pup." The mention of our mate seems to bring him back a little, but these new, implanted instincts are fighting hard for control. A few seconds later and Silas can't even form coherent words anymore. Whatever this is, it seems to affect him even more than it does me.

Something about Marinah is dangerous and the animal knows it. I head to the larger gym used by the men. I'm not there to exercise, I'm there to destroy. Two warriors are working out and they flee as quickly as Boot did. I grab five-hundred pounds of barbells and heft them across the room. The stand they rested on is next, followed by the treadmill. When I've tossed everything I can find, I attack the barbell bar again and bend it almost in half. I have no idea how long my rampage lasts, but it's Beck's voice that finally brings my sanity back. "You're losing control, King. Maybe you need a break."

He felt an intense melancholy upon him. “ HOW CAN SHE DO THIS TO ME? I can't live without her. I can't. SHE CAN'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS” pushing Riggs away, he stood up, nodding his head furiously like a crazy man. He was pacing back and forth in front of the OT. “I know, I know my grace will never leave me like this. She promised me. She will never leave me. Stop crying.” He yelled at Riggs and scarlet, who were crying seeing him like this, behaving like an insane person. He roughly wiped his tears and kept on mumbling to himself that nothing will happen to his grace. Furthermore, he was giving that hope to himself, which is now lost by her.

A soft female voice said flirtatiously, "The plan for Tommy's organ transplant fell through. You need to come up with another plan…" "We'll have to wait until things settle down first. I'll take care of it, so you don't have to worry. Tommy's my son, after all…" The female voice let out a soft giggle. Then, there were more of those lewd, obscene noises coming from the room… The veins on Elias' face bulged. He kicked the bedroom door open forcefully. Gabriel and Larissa were naked, and they had their bodies pressed against each other… The two of them were shocked when they saw us entering the room. They hurriedly pulled on something to cover their bodies.

“No one told you?” She shook her head. Her feet carried her to Mahima’s dressing room. Even though Amethyst didn’t need her, she still had things to sort for Mahima. “No, it’s the first I’m hearing of it. Did they say why?” “Something about having a psychotic break?” An eyebrow raised. It wasn’t possible for that woman to have an episode like that. She was too full of herself. “What caused it?” He shrugged. “No idea.”

I don't know why but as I stare at it, the more it looks interesting to see. As I continued looking at the window, I realized that I have been spacing out too much. “Let’s go?” I heard Drake’s voice making my sanity back to place. “Huh?” I asked. I looked around and realized that there are no one else inside except us. The class is dismissed? How long have I’ve been staring at the window then? “The class is done?” I asked him. “Yeah, you have been spacing out. Good thing our professor did not notice you.” “Come on, let’s get our lunch.” He added.

My whole body itched. I suddenly saw a reflection of me on the other side of the room staring at the corner of the wall, another of me looking at the door, another laid out in the middle, another resting on the bed. Whose the real me? I finally found myself pacing the small boxed in room. How long have I been in here!? "Let me out!" I begged and kicked at the door. I'm going insane in here! I paced the room with dread of being in here. Something like this place will make anyone go mad. A sane person mad and a mad person sane. I started in a circle then, hearing my mirrored images counting to try to stay sane. All I've got to do is count to stay sane.