Inanimate Insanity Mepad Novels & Stories

she whispered, darting over to unlock it. The old nursemaid stepped inside, carrying a bundle of cloth in her arms. Her expression was grim, her eyes red-rimmed. “You’re not ready.” “I can’t stop shaking,” Rhea admitted, voice tight with panic. “I thought I’d be braver. I thought—” “Bravery isn't the absence of fear, child.” Mira touched her cheek. “It’s the decision to keep moving, even when it feels like your knees might give out.”

Ben could feel the metal on his wrists rubbing his skin raw, he wasn't healing which meant the metal was silver, poison to a wolf but incredibly effective at keeping them confined. His eyes were sore as he opened them slowly and tried to look around the room despite the pain in his chest and the pounding in his head.

"What the hell? What did she do in there? Why does it stink so badly?" Marcus frowned hard. Fighting his nausea, he switched on the greenhouse lights. My body lay curled on the ground, completely unresponsive. "What are you playing at, Bianca? Get up now!" Marcus roared. He thought I was retaliating by doing something revolting to express my dissatisfaction toward them. My soul stood right beside him. I watched as his face grew more furious at my silence and thought what a tragedy this was. Mackenzie pinched her nose and cast a look of repugnance before letting out an exaggerated scream. "Oh my god! How repulsive! Did she mess with the pesticides in here? That's so dangerous!"

I whispered, my voice deadly calm, "I will pierce your throat." Normal people fear the insane, but the insane fear those who don't care about their lives. Fear appeared in Diane's eyes for the first time since I'd known her. The playground bully had never faced someone who might actually fight back with lethal intent. She got off me, hands raised in surrender, but I wouldn't let her go. I pinned her down with surprising strength, my knee pressing into her chest. Three months of constant adrenaline and poor nutrition had made me lean and desperate. "Why?" I demanded, pressing the toothbrush deeper. "Why do you have such hostility toward me? Even if you're insane, you can't attack a stranger w

She maintained a moderate volume, but I could sense the shock in every single word she spoke. Yes, that’s Mad, my beautiful stepsister with OCD, ADHD, and everything in between that you can imagine. She has been curled up on my thighs and holding me firmly ever since we got here. Mad has been obsessive with hygiene since I knew her and has made it very clear how much dirt makes her feel sick. So, this place is the exact opposite of her. I feel so stupid for dragging her into my shit. For hours, Mad has sustained a quiet tone in the cell and avoided by any chance looking toward the two men snoring in the space.

Mattel huffed in annoyance at his older bossy focusing, “Ok” * * Mattel spent the entire night deep in meditation, trying to reach the mysterious place inside of him that “resonated” with Regina. He rolled his eyes at Maura’s wording. He knew this wouldn’t work, why was he trying so damn hard? It was midnight and he had finally been released from the hospital, and he was sitting on the floor of a nearby hotel. He angrily, threw his book on meditation across the room and crossed over to the window. From the window, he could see the hustle and bustle of Montevido’s streets, the clean clear lines of sidewalks and deep black asphalt roads, the city like a beacon of light in the darkness, a candl

Seraphina As I recounted the details of the recent council meeting to Maddie, her reaction unfolded like a storm within the confines of my room. Disbelief widened her eyes, mirroring the shock that had initially rippled through me upon realizing Ari's unexpected advantage. "How can that be? It’s impossible that Ari even has a slight chance of winning," Maddie's voice quivered with desperation and fear. Her pacing back and forth, along with nail-biting, physically manifested the turmoil gripping her, and it was driving me crazy.

Then Samantha came and joined the celebration. *** Janine was staring at nowhere at twelve midnight. She looks at the camera that has been monitoring her. No one was raping her, but she still feel that someone is entering her and fucking her. And every time that she closed her eyes—she could still see those bulky men in her mind. She could see those gays that have big breasts like a woman. For days that they transfer in this crazy facility. Everyone around are crazy. And she's also losing her insanity as time passes.

Johnson, go say hi to your aunt! There was a thud, followed by Betsy’s furious voice, "Who’s your aunt? You tramp!" I rushed to the room and saw a fragile-looking woman with a boy. He was standing with his head down in front of Betsy. Her eyes were red with anger. I quickly pushed them away. "Are you out of your mind? Coming here to stake your claim?" I turned to the bodyguard. "Drag them out!" The boy stepped forward. "What are you doing? Don’t you dare bully my mom!"

I pushed the start button to project it onto the screen on the wall so everyone could see. The video started out dark but loud cheering could be heard. The camera refocused and About 40 or so dirty rogues could be seen sitting in stands cheering. Whoever was filming this was in the first row. A door to the right opens and 2 filthy looking men who looked near crazed entered into the arena. I looked around at those in the conference room confused. My mother gasped and I turned back to the screen just as a very dirty, beaten and naked Ireland was shoved into the arena. I get up and run toward the screen like I am going to run to her. I reach up and touch her hair just as the camera zooms in on