Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

A death trance. After what felt like an eternity, she stopped trying to kill herself and staggered a few feet away from me with a satisfied look on her face and a demented look still lingering in her eyes. “Why would—!” Just as I was about to question her sanity, she screamed at the top of her lungs. I winced at the sound and was about telling her to shut the fuck up when the dungeon doors burst open and Sawyer along with 4 guards burst in. Yes! Now they can drag this crazy bitch out of here.

“Aw, and here I was hoping the ‘sir’ would stay. Yes, I’ll get it, but we need to discuss the problem that thing presents.” “That is not the problem. The dickwad is the problem,” Beth says with her hands on her hips. Again I felt that nice warm, fuzzy feeling. “You’re both right. The notebook and Kirk are the problems. Which is why I want to at least destroy the notebook. Kirk, I will figure out what to do with later.” “So you don’t think you’re crazy anymore?” Matt asks. “Is one every sure they’re not insane? How can we really know what we experience in this world is the actual reality of the situation?” I ask back.

Her expression remained as impassive as the cold, unforgiving walls that enclosed them, revealing nothing of the turmoil within. Aurelia Lucien Emerson, the esteemed CEO of Emerson Enterprises and former director of the Light Infantry organization, found herself confined within the confines of this four-cornered room, her once commanding presence now overshadowed by the haunting spectre of insanity. Leaning against the cold, unforgiving walls, she tilted her head sideways and fixated on the oppressive darkness above. Her fingers twitched restlessly, a silent dance of agitation in the stifling air.

All sensations in her body were amplified and jacked thrice: the cool air on her skin, the whispers in the hallway, the lights from the windowsills, the leftovers in her saliva—all seemed to mock her and push her towards further insanity. The next thing she knew, Agatha found herself in the farthest stall of the comfort room relieving herself. For a moment, the drivel seized and everything was back to baseline. What was happening to her, she did not know at all. If she was anxious, anxious about what? There was nothing to be anxious about. She laughed it off and sighed.

Lorren crossed her legs as she examined her manicured nails. "Still on the coke episode... Payne went on full psycho beast mode when I reported back to him like the loyal dog I am," he air-quoted loyal dog. "Bloodshot eyes, check. Evil laugher, check. Self-harm, check. Blood, check..." "Ewww, looks like he has serious issues that are not us." Lucrecia cut in. "Are we having a meeting without me?" Ajax walked into the room, alongside Owen and Lohan. "Not necessarily if you call it that. Collins was just telling us how Payne had an episode."

Rex’s mind was confused, muddled and mixed with contrasting desires. He felt so stoned now. Even more stoned than he had never been in his life "Lord, I'm going to die… this is insane!" "I know it’s insane…It's okay to be insane…. And you won’t die…" she whispered reassuringly, and he could hear the smile in her voice. " if you die, I die now because the insanity has catch up with both of us… and am allowing you to be fully insane tonight… because I had long gone insane as well… so… don’t hold back… let go wild together… me and you tonight… okay?”

She beginning to feel insanity after 8 hours being in this silent room, She fell asleep and woke up again 4 hours passed making 10 hours of confinement in this room. She doesn't want to go crazy or even blind she felt her eyes shifting with different rays, and she caught herself counting unrealistic stuffs, She goes insane for some seconds and snap to her right senses so quickly, that she bit her arm so hard and she finally saw color, her blood. She smiled as she stained the bed sheets with her blood, she must remain sane, "But why the heck are you not letting me out !" She yelled so loudly, as she ran towards the wall and hitting till her hands hit the door knob,

, Insane said and her eyes were glossy and appeared painful. "But I don't", Zane spoke straightly and Insane chuckled sadly. "You don't love me?", Insane asked while her eyes were intensely gazing at Zane. "Yes", Zane crossed his arms as he glared at her. "You don't love Us?", Insane's eyes turned more Obsessive as it was changed, completely INSANE. "What?", Hearing the word 'US' confused him as he questioned her. Insane laughed loudly as tears spilled to the corner of her eyes as she questioned him, "You don't love ARIKA?"

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.

I want to finish my dinner, and it spoils my appetite… "Nonsense! "Born in the light" is your disease! They do not exist, because on the surface of the earth it is impossible to survive! – denied one more person in the dining room from the tribe of "Born in darkness". "Have you forgotten that there are only sandstorms?" There is no life, there is only death… "Exactly! trust agreed with his subject, and everyone in the dining-room took notice of him and rose from their chairs. – Put Bromide into the room for the mentally ill! Let a psychiatrist deal with him…