Inanimate Insanity Humanized Novels & Stories

It was Alexander and Constantine, who once discussed about the possibility of the existence of heaven on earth, and now they're discussing human behavior. "Alexander, Charles Darwin was right! Just look at the way the patients behave and what they discuss. They have monkey behavior! They communicate in monkey language! They only think about how to fill their stomachs. Of course, they will not forget to discuss politics, which they do not understand a damn thing. That's what they want to achieve in life? They don't want anything. They are ready for the rest of their days to look at the ceiling and fantasize about their fictional achievements. Who do they think they are? They don't even consid

To feel like we belonged. Some rogues tried to live with humans, but it wasn’t the same. They didn’t understand us, didn’t get us. So living in fear and constant human form caused depression, anxiety. Suicide. I wouldn’t be enough for her, to keep her sane. And living off the land wouldn’t sustain us for long. And prolonged life in our wolf-forms often led to insanity; a total loss of the human self and unable to communicate or mind link with anyone. Wolves that did that were never seen again.

I blurt out without even thinking, but then I hear him chuckle. He sits up and rests his arms on his drawn-up knees. “Who says I’m sane? I’m just good at acting; a smiling viper with nothing to worry about.” He says, shaking his head. “I don’t know what to do anymore, Kon. I feel like I’m losing more of my humanity every night this happens, and I fear the next time I go to sleep, it will be my last time as a human with a conscious mind.”

Instinct screamed that I should fly away. As the man neared, I saw that patches of his head were bulbous and pulsating, as if from tumors. Bulges swelled beneath his clothes, as well. His veins were turning black, as if filling with oil. He was weeping crimson tears. “Hold your ground!” Alkin shouted, drawing a pistol from his belt. But the man kept coming, moving like a marionette. “I want to,” he said. “I can’t . . . control it. I’m sorreh . . . ”

Sarah stuttered, her jaw snapping shut with the sound of a closing safe. "It’s not just noise," Anji stepped forward, feeling his own heart rhythm racing to keep pace with the madness. "It’s context. The M-ESSENCE thrives on binary, cold-blooded efficiency. It can't map true, messy, subjective human fear. Hit her with the playback!"

Tell me, how can a bunch of useless nobodies like them be called friends? I closed my eyes, my breath trembling as anger and humiliation clawed at my chest. The pressure caved in on me with such force that it almost suffocated me. Just as I was about to fight back, my body froze. Maybe my emotions had spiked too high and triggered the microchip. Suddenly, all my sadness and anger vanished, leaving only a crushing emptiness. For a moment, it felt like resisting no longer had any meaning. I couldn't remember how I got home that night.

My eyes are changing color as a result of my frustration and anger. Gerard Jacinto is a cunning, self-serving dimwit. I should not have relied on him to handle all of the preparations. I might have crushed that asshole's face if it hadn't been for Klaire. My fingers want to dig my sharp nails into Gerald Jacinto's face. What a demeaning, low-class human. If we are of the same kind, I can kill him for blasphemy and no one will question it, but that is not the law of men. They don't recognize me as the leader of one of the most powerful packs. They're didn't aware of our race.

She blew some air on it and took away the plaster, displaying a nonchalant attitude towards her injuries. She came outside and sat on a bench, the evening shadows casting a contemplative veil over her features. The unexpected clash in the gym had unveiled a side of her that transcended the confines of societal judgments. The interplay of pride, prejudice, and the subtle complexities of human interaction had woven a narrative that, for a brief moment, bridged the chasm between two vastly different worlds.

She shoved him hard, barely controlling the strength of her overstimulated body. The large man launched through the air, crashing down on a tabletop. The man and the table crumpled to the ground, the noise causing everyone at the bar to turn in her direction. The music, lyric-less and oddly discordant, did nothing to fill the sudden silence of the room. All eyes were on the man-then on her. Even the latest karaoke singer stopped singing with his mouth agaped, his hand on the mic. Arabella looked around her, then back to the man, who struggled to his feet. She backed away, stunned by what she’d done-or rather, what the wolf in her had done.

" “Drugs make a person an animal, a person becomes very stubborn. When trying to get rid of a drug addict, his whole body hurts and the patient begs for death, so they are tied up. So they don't run away.” Before the doctor could finish speaking, the sound of a patient's scream attracted both of them. Anna couldn't bear it all, and so she quickly ran away and rushed back to her hotel. Though she had entered the room, her mind was still stuck on the rehab floor where humans were confined like animals. To keep her normal, she put a glass of water on her lips again and again. However, every time the water stuck in her throat, she realized how much she had become an enemy of humanity for her pea