Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

I heard footsteps, I was surrounded by people, their presence made me claustrophobic. "Ibim?", one voice said. "Why she dey shout?". another voice said. Everyone was talking over each other. I burst into tears, I was shivering. Two hands wrapped around the my arms and pulled me up, they pulled me through the crowd that had formed. "I'm taking you to the infirmary", Mina's voice was dripping in worry. By the time it was dinner time, everyone in school thinks I had a manic attack, a psychotic episode. The infirmary smells of soap and germicide, I was sitting on the bed holding a hot cup of beve rage and wrapped in blankets. Mofe was spoon feeding me.

block. His eyes were as misty asthe fog on north Manhattan on winter solstice and could not be deared no matter how many times the old man waved his hands. He felt like a victim of weed douse (thoroughly bathed in Indian hemp) "Fghdknkhasknskhds, adghfghdgqddqwdg." He muttered incoherently as he fought against insanity from the sheer information cum experience overload. "Hmm" the old man waved his hand and Tom found himself in

Startling crimson against vibrant clarity. Then there was silence. Severed body parts were dragged beneath the darkness of the oak tree before iridescent slits looked upon her with insatiable hunger. A strangled scream echoed, and she realized it was coming from her. Arms flailed wildly as if to turn faster and get away from what she had witnessed, shutting the door with fear that nearly broke the frame. Her mind was shot to hell. Crippling insanity manifested. A mental illness that needed correction. That was the only explanation. This wasn’t real. It wasn’t. It wasn’t.

How true is that statement for this damned world we live in, where nameless horrors always lurk in the dark, ready to catch us, trap us, and drag us to eternal ruin. I believe that insanity is a release from the restrictive limitations imposed on us by the expectations of our culture, our race and, above all, ourselves. The madman does not care what others think of him, because what leads a person to dementia is often the revelation that the world around him is not as safe or stable as he would like to believe, that it is a populated place by monsters that lurk just beyond the thin veil of reality, that can tear apart a man's soul as well as his body and destroy his mind.

He paused to give a sardonic laugh. "Banished me to my grief. They called me crazy. They called me the insane alpha. They said he had lost his mind. Eric has lost his sanity. I was treated like a curse. I was kept in chains. I was locked away. No one came to see me. All I knew was darkness. I couldn't tell night from day. My world was adorned with darkness. Emptiness. Pain. Loneliness. Do you know the torture I went through, Yaki? Do you know the humiliation I was subjected to? I was forced to live like a rogue. Act like a rogue. Think like a rogue...."

Hah! Right behind them, my soul was so shattered I could barely stay upright. He knew all along. He chose to abandon me in that villa. I learned that my heart could still ache, even after death. Daniel's face drained of all color. He clenched his fists, trying to hold himself back. Just then, his eyes became bloodshot with insanity as he lunged forward and grabbed her by the neck.

I sighed, long, loud anx painfully. Why was she like this? I should be used to Abigail’s taste in chaos by now, but it just kept getting worse. She was the mermaid equivalent of walking into a haunted mansion on purpose. “You’re insane,,” Inara said flatly, reading my thoughts. “Thank you,” Abigail chirped. "You are fucking crazy, Abigail. Students are running away from that sect, why the hell are you like this?" Inara hissed, voice sharp with disbelief.

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

A Santa from hell at the brink of death…or insanity…whatever comes first. I hope it will be insanity. For the sake of the world order, I really do hope that my human will endure all of this and somehow stay alive until I don’t find a way to get out of here because the death of my human will have an apocalyptic domino effect on Wengarthria. If Wengarthria falls, other subrealms of Soovaree will crumble and fall too. If the Soovaree realm falls, the balance in the universe and other realms will be destroyed, too. So yes, if I have to choose between the death and insanity of my human, I am opting for going crazy. If I go crazy, at least Ezel will not go feral. So, yes, I choose insanity. That w

She tried to count, but her thoughts leapt ahead, dragging the hallucinations with them. “They’re not real. None of this is real. You’re safe.” The voices didn’t care. They laughed, they whispered, they mocked. The figure on the desk reached closer, and Ines flinched back instinctively, knocking over a lamp. The crash echoed through the room, loud and shattering. The figures recoiled for a moment, then leaned in, stretching and warping in ways impossible in the physical world.