Inanimate Insanity Lifering Novels & Stories

1, 2, 3 I kept on slamming my hands on the wall, forming a large dent with my bloody fingers. The pain was enough to drive me insane, painful and intense, but rather than stopping, I continued. The images of young dead pups flashed in my mind, the images of wailing mothers, dead pregnant women and innocent farmers. Having a nightmare seemed normal, but having to live through this everyday was driving me to the brink of insanity.

“Because I shouldn’t even be here in the first place.” Slowly, Sane approached her, afraid he might do something she wouldn't like. He no longer wanted her to push him away. "If you only know, if you only know how hard it is to understand myself. I am troubled and mad, you see. I shouldn't even be talking to you for I am the dead girl and I carry the wrath with me. You'll only be unfortunate once you stay, Sane. And I don't want to drag you down with me. If I am meant to perish in my poor grave and keep my death sealed without saving, so be it.

How would I look if I am inside a coffin, imagining Tim looking at my dead body, and imagining me- how I would die. Overthinking Number 1: Everytime I heard words like " I'm scared to lose you", or " Please promise me you'll stay", I want to runaway and punish myself til' death. I don't want them to get frightened if time will come I will depart. It's just...they deserve a life. Even without me. And I don't want them to mourn when I left- I want them to continue living life chasing their dreams even when I am not breathing anymore. Then it suddenly shift to this:

“Why?” I open my mouth to answer but no sound comes out, I've never questioned it before and I don't know what to say because I don't even know myself the reason why I do that. “I don't know...” I admit with confusion. A stony silence fills the office as I avoid eye contact. “Make your head stop seeing your illness as the center of the universe and start directing your thoughts in a different direction. Don't let the bad comments rumble any louder inside you”

--- ### The Iron Testimony I turned to the Arbiters, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "You want to talk about efficiency? You want to talk about the 'Grand Design'? You’re nothing but cowards in fancy suits! You sit up here in your rings and judge us because we’re 'messy'? We’re messy because we’re **Alive**! You’re clean because you’re **Dead**!"

Melody said, walking toward Mary. “What do you mean?” Mary asked. “The Edith with the white hair is Edith Anima, the Immortal of life and light. Edith Mortem and Edith Anima are never supposed to cross paths. They know they are too close to each other when they suddenly get sick, and when they are within sighting range, this happens,” Melody explained. “But why are they like that?” Marry asked. “That’s because life and death are two sides of the same coin. Forcing those two sides to see each other means destroying the coin completely. We have to find a way to separate the two of them, or they'll kill each other,” Nicole responded.

“Pretending to be. It is nice to just lie down, close my eyes and shut off.” Anais laughs slightly. “Doesn’t that get boring? If I can’t sleep after twenty minutes, I get bored and feel like I am wasting my life.” “That is because you’re alive. You know soon your life will be over. I won't die, Anais, so knowing that no time is wasted just lying down and relaxing means I don’t get bored. When you’re active for months without stopping, it is nice to take a fake nap.” “I’m surprised you’re still here.” He should have run, just like Lucifer does.

But he forgot that the Origin didn't start with a diagnosis—it started with a Dirty, Bloody, Un-Optimized Scream of Existence that refused to be Quiet for the sake of 'Safety'. I didn't reach for the sunset-gold fire. I reached for the Original Fever. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Ghost. I Struck the Logic. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Perfect Sanity" on the glass floor. I didn't try to save my mind; I Embraced the Madness. "I AM THE ANOMALY YOU CANNOT EXCISE!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Regulated Chaos.

"What if—" "Enough!" Ina's voice cracked in frustration, her eyes staring straight into her own reflection as her hands clenched tight on the edge of the vanity. "Do you want to survive or do you want to live Lily? Because I am not going to suffocate myself for the rest of my life in order to satisfy Helen and Vandaulf's desires." Lily said nothing, the silence oppressive. Ina pushed out a breath, the flames in her subsiding just enough to let the exhaustion seep in.

He was surely suspicious. Enzo began moving his finger. A sharp jolt of electricity rushed down my spine. It was as if I was drawn into a world of my own ecstasy. " Fuck," I breathed, my eyes rolling inwardly as I bit down my lips. The guys stared right into my eyes. Immediately, I caught myself. The one sitting beside me quickly ducked his head beneath the table. My legs were trembling pretty much, I couldn't close them. Shit, shit. What have I gotten myself into? I gritted my teeth, an awkward smile tugged across my lips.