Inanimate Insanity Mephone Novels & Stories

I was having a bad feeling about this and unable to ignore this change, I rang the emergency bell beside his bed and in no time a group of doctors came running inside the room. “Is there a problem, Ma'am?” The hospital director politely asked.. Of course Damian was being tended to by the director himself so everything was done professionally and confidential.. only a few trusted high profile doctors were allowed to treat Damian… “I think there's something wrong..” Seeing how worried I was, the director moved closer to examine him and was surprised to see how pale he'd turned… “ quick! Hand me a Methylphenidate!” The director barked and the nurses with them immediately got what he needed and

The scene unfolds with startling clarity: a younger Efrem, seated and expressionless, as a man in a lab coat injects something into his neck. “Agitasynth,” the Efrem—my Efrem—beside me explains, his voice tight. “A dangerous combination of amphetamine, synthetic cathinone, and cocaine. It induces hallucinations and conjures anger at its greatest capacity.” I watch in growing horror as Efrem transforms on screen. His breathing becomes erratic, chest heaving with each labored breath. His eyes darken, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of color remains. His hands tremble uncontrollably, fingers curling into tight fists.

he mutters, but he's smiling, "Be quick. I'll go get my stuff." Zee comes out of the showers completely naked. ➿➿➿ I'm having a panic attack. "Pick up, pick up," I growl as I pace back and forth in my room with my phone to my ear waiting for Gregory to answer my call. "What's so fucking urgent, Taffy?" he answers after my seventh call. I let out a breath of relief. "I need more inhibitors," I tell him, "Are you at Owl's? I can stop by and pick them up right now."

It feels like I was knocked out with enough saffron to put me out for days; what the fuck happened? I groan and try to open my eyes again; this time, I succeed, and when my eyes come into focus again, I see that I’m naked and strung up from the ceiling by heavy silver anchor chains. What the fuck? Does Andrei want a war with me this badly? “Fuck,” I groan into the empty space while trying to pull the chains from the wall. On any good day, I would have been able to rip these out without a second thought. But the fucking saffron in my system stops me.

I exhale. The rich, sick sensation clears after a few more moments. I open my eyes, and nothing around me has changed. Concrete, fence, weeds, wall. It’s mostly quiet out here. My cigarette has burned itself down to halfway. The fuckers put accelerants in these. The memory of a man’s voice blasts into my head, loud and clear and all at once. The fuckers. I don’t remember who that was, or when. Something manic in his voice: too much fury, too much bite. A homeless guy tweaking on meth. A drunk man raging at the walls. I think I’ve seen these things, before.

It flies several feet across the lot with a deafening crash, skidding and rattling like it’s applauding my meltdown. My knuckles split. I barely register it. I grab the bull-bar again, bending forward as nausea slams into me. I gag hard, spitting onto the pavement. The taste of bile burns my throat. “Fucker,” I breathe. Beep. I freeze. For a second, I don’t want to look. Because whatever’s next is worse. It’s always worse. Slowly, I lift the phone. Mel: Next instructions at 8 pm. Eight. PM.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

Smiling she walked into her bathroom, and took a long bubble bath, to forget the bad day she had. Just as she was melting into the warm, bubbly water, her cell rang. “Damn it! I should have just taken my phone in here!” She cursed as she climbed out of the tub, suds clinging to her, running down her legs and leaving wet footprints on her carpet. It was a number she didn’t recognize, “Hello?” “Briar KingBear?” asked a male voice. “Yes, who is this?” she replied.

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

He uttered seductively & my mind went blank. “I think I started to hallucinate as well now.” I rubbed my forehead in irritation. “Oh really? I thought you’d kiss me when you see me.” His voice resonated in the dark. “That’s enough….” I spoke sternly and then laid down again. “Bell, I promised myself that I’ll never let you go again so here I am, have risen up from the dead!” “Go away!” I protested.