Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

Each failed attempt had escalated my anxiety, my heart racing with every passing minute. I'm not insane. I'm not fucking insane. That was the mantra I'd been repeating since I left home, the words echoing in my mind like a desperate prayer. I'd chanted them to myself like a lifeline, clinging to sanity as the world around me spiraled out of control. But as the hours ticked by, the words began to lose their potency. The silence was suffocating, and the darkness closing in around me was starting to seep into my soul.

"Good. Insanity is our brand." "Terrible brand," Silas said, finally finishing with whatever he'd been doing and collapsing dramatically onto the couch. "We should rebrand. Something more appealing." "Like what?" Noir asked, joining us in the living room. "The Four Horsemen? The Apocalypse Squad?" Silas gestured wildly. "Something with pizzazz." "Pizzazz," Noir repeated flatly. "Yes. Pizzazz. It's what we're lacking." "We're lacking a lot of things," Lorenzo said against my hair. "Pizzazz isn't high on the list."

When I thought that he would seriously hurt me, he would suddenly pull back like something in his mind is still fighting to be the same man that I married and loved. “Something is fighting him,” Anais continues. “He’s at war with himself. Now we just have to find out why it’s like that. And why he seems to be in control one time but completely out of it the next.” She’s right. I open my mouth to start speaking about my ideas, but something weird starts to happen. Suddenly, the entire room goes dark.

“This is ridiculous; I gave it my all... Please, I'll give you whatever you demand, whatever you ask for, my powers, everything, but let me go back to my baby.” All I received was silence, and hearing my baby cry gave me no peace. A part of me went mad, and my mind fell into insanity. If someone had painted a portrait of me, it would have been called “Descent into Madness.” I dissociated myself in an atrocious way. I had no idea what was really going on. All I know is that I fell so low that I couldn't find the damn bottom, and that stressed me out. It was so intense that I felt my soul beginning to fracture, and then I felt Izan trying, in vain, to pull on the thread of our bond as mates.

He was going to do it because he always wanted to know how tough the other guy really was. Names floated around. The only people that mattered to me were Anima and Casper. Anima was Brennan's 'girlfriend' which I translated as a debauchery enabler. She was under the delusion that life was boring and pointless, so she should punish the world for her ennui. Her life's cup had been emptied at twenty-three? Bitch, I worked with real women who couldn't even consider such nonsense.

A branch snapping caught her ear and she turned her head in the direction it came from, hoping to catch a glance of what was out there, but it was too dark. If she stayed in one spot, the thing that was out there would easily catch up to her, so she started walking, noticing for the first time she had no shoes, only socks. ‘I’m losing my mind. That’s the only explanation that fits. Alyssa and her Bitch Virus has gotten to me and I’m in the end stages of sanity.” She whispered. Another snapping branch made her jump and walk a little faster. She wondered where she was going. She didn’t recognize the area, and there were no signs.

I will crash them until they turn to ashes! "Coward Asheville! take yourself out as well as psyche and your old friend don adonis at the same time!" If you shout over and over again, I'll just chill as I walk inside the training area where I'm alone. They suddenly disappear when the person who wants to k*ll them delicately looks for them. I can't do anything but unleash an attack and I want to destroy the inside of this training area. So I really broke it but all of a sudden everything goes back to before, it's very impossible to think because of science. I just kicked the floor and the wall because I was annoyed at the same time I took a deep breath and stood up straight.

The "Re-Animation-Project" was not an act of gentle awakening; it was a "Structural-Assault." The Sovereign-Aegis moved through the Outer-Empty like a battering ram of "Imperfect-Will." The Silent-Others, those frozen monoliths of absolute symmetry, held a terrifying beauty that tempted the crew toward a quiet, painless end. But Audrey knew that beauty was a "Trap of Stasis." Every time a "Logic-Drill" pierced the crystalline surface of a monolith, the absolute silence was shattered by the "Grit" of reality.

Seattle, Portland, and San Francisco were gone, their millions of inhabitants now trapped in a state of biological suspension. Killian and I stood at the edge of the dais, still connected by the silver cannula in our arms. His blood was my anchor, and my resonance was his shield. Together, we were a biological anomaly that the Palace's automated security could not categorize. We were the "Inert Variable." "Maya, Leo, Toby: listen to me!" I shouted, my voice barely audible over the high-frequency shriek of the building. "Isabella is using you as a filter. She is not healing the world. She is putting it into a coma so she can harvest the silence!"

GROAAARGH! The sound of rusty fingernails scraping against the thick glass door outside the room made Markus’s entire body freeze. He held his breath. Just beyond the barricade of desks and metal cabinets he had piled in front of the door, three of his former research colleagues, now infected, continued wandering aimlessly. Their faces were deathly pale, with black veins bulging beneath their skin, while their bloodshot, milky-white eyes radiated an uncontrollable savagery. “Stay calm, Markus... don’t make a single sound,” he whispered to himself, trying to steady his nerves as he clutched the Project Genesis research notebook tightly against his chest.