Inanimate Insanity Marshmallow Novels & Stories

Why would they make me leave? My body goes stiff. He’s coming. Has it already been 30 days? My stomach churns. “You need to eat lunch, Mrs. Samson.” I bury my face in the pillow, but more hands pull me away. “No! Stop!” I cry, thrashing. “You can’t—” My eyes are closed, but I know the voice that greets me in the hallway. “Ah, there she is,” Hank. The pyromaniac. He burned down two churches and a bank before being admitted. He peers into my room as the nurses drag me out and carry me to one of the day rooms.

Seeing the lines of comments scrolling by, I stayed calm, expression unreadable. Since I was little, I'd known the truth: everything in this world was a lie. All of us were just characters in a story, made for someone else's amusement like toys. Because of that, I'd grown up lonely and strange and ended up with selective mutism. I didn't think much of it myself. It was only my mother who suffered, always trying to make me happy. "Let go of me! That old man only broke his leg. He can still move his hands. Why can't he be our goalie? And anyway, he wanted to exercise himself—"

I suddenly felt a shiver at the same time as his friends and my friends looked at us with matching crazy smiles. I just ignored them and started eating what Zack gave me. "Oh slowly you might choke." Because of what he said I suddenly felt ashamed of myself but I was more shocked the next what he did to me. He touched my chin causing me to look up. "Look, you're not taking care of your foods," He said calmly and then he took a tissue and wiped something on the right side of my lips. I suddenly averted my eyes from him because of what he had done. Lexa was sneezing. "A lot of ants. Ouch their bites," Lexa is really the most nonsense imaginable.

We were alone in this pool of light, Killian and I, adrift in a sea of unspoken desires. His scent, spicy and musky, filled my senses, clouding my mind. Involuntarily, I leaned closer, drawn towards him like a moth to a flame. Then, shamefaced, I pulled back, desperate for a distraction. A marshmallow, golden and perfect, beckoned. I snatched it from the fire, the heat searing my fingers. As I blew on it, the sweet scent filled the air, a temporary balm for the tension twisting my gut.

’ Marsh settled himself back against the pillows. Dustin rubbed his chin thoughtfully, making Jill ache to inspect that bruise, ‘Maybe China will fall down a flight of stairs and hit her head. If she doesn’t remember who you are, you might have a better chance with her.’ Marsh ignored him. ‘I can just feel those long, slender legs right now, locked around me in . . .’ ‘Perhaps a neurologist should examine him,’ Jill interrupted, ‘He appears to be suffering from delusions.’ Dustin laughed. Their eyes met again, and she smiled tentatively.

I smiled, pressing my thigh against his palm, feeling the warmth seep through. After breakfast, I changed into my workout gear: tight leggings that hugged every curve of my arse and pussy lips, a sports bra that left my midriff exposed, nipples faintly visible through the thin material. No knickers—easier access. The drive to the village gym was short, my mind racing with possibilities. Marcus was in his late twenties, built like a rugby player, with dark skin, shaved head, and eyes that stripped you bare. I'd flirted shamelessly before, brushing against him during stretches, but today, I wanted more.

Maud, ye’re an old numbskull! But Maud opened the comic and began to read the Adventures of Blue Bolt, the idea she was wrong and something terrible was not really happening quickly changed. By the time she’d finished the entire comic, Maud was so astonished, she climbed out of bed and went to her red cardigan to find her cell phone. *** ‘Do you want this?’ Lucas said as he waved the marshmallow in front of Elmo, who watched it the way a cobra regards its prey. ‘Please don’t offer me any more of those wonderful wads of sickly sweetness,’ Elmo said, face paling. ‘I assure you, vomiting will ensue.’

"And... he...is big." Marigold explains Matteo’s height to Daniel by standing on her tippy toes. "Like a big, scary dinosaur! Rawr!" Luca adds with a ferocious little roar. "Yes, big, but he does uppies, so it's fine too." Marigold adds before stealthily reaching for a large marshmallow with her chubby little hands and stuffing it in her mouth. "No, we said dinner first, Mari." I say while shaking my head at her. She tries her best to chew the treat inconspicuously, but her cheeks remain puffed.

Cracking my graham cracker in half and putting chocolate on one piece, I placed the marshmallow in the middle, using the top cracker to pull it off. Monica stood in front of me as I held it up for her to take a bite. Marshmallow oozed out the sided but her eyes popped out of her head. Her little eyes rolled in the back of her head as she moaned in happiness. Everyone busted up laughing at her reaction.

“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.