Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

Raising the remote in his hand, he pressed a button and whispered, “My insanity.” Her body turned numb in disbelief. The screen instantly split into multiple panels. Every single panel displayed a different corner of her house. *****

Blood doesn’t bother me anymore. That should probably concern me more than it does, but after three years of scrubbing it off concrete, you either make peace with the metallic stink or go insane. I chose option one. Insanity is a luxury for wolves who have the freedom to fall apart.

"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!"

The cracks in the dome were the cracks in his own mind, each fracture a reminder of the loss he had suffered, a physical manifestation of the despair that threatened to consume him. He turned away from the window, the sight of the deteriorating dome too painful to bear. The silence of the archive pressed upon him, heavy and suffocating. He wandered through the halls, the echoing footsteps a rhythmic counterpoint to the relentless humming of the anomaly. He examined the equipment, the once sophisticated technology, now decaying and malfunctioning, mirroring his own mental state. The monitors flickered intermittently, their screens displaying static, a visual representation of the uncertainty

The "Gold-Grey Static" from the CEO woman hit Silas Blackwood like a wave of conceptual acid. It wasn't the "Biological Remorse" he was used to; it was a "Synthetic Grief"—a simulated version of his own 30-year pride, amplified and distorted by the human’s unstable marrow. Silas fell to his knees on the white-glass floor, his gold-and-sapphire skin "glitching" as the human’s parasitic hunger tried to "Down-sample" his soul.

I looked at Anu after coming on the earth back as she asked me, "Inaya, where are you lost? You haven't even touched your sandwich yet? What happened?" I just stared at her silently, having no answer to her question. I can't tell her about my condition, not now. If I tell her, she will eat up my mind more. I'm already losing my mind. I can't take this anymore. She clasped my face. "What happened, Inaya? Is everything fine?" She asked concernedly. No, Anu, no, nothing is fine. I'm going insane. Oh god, but how do I tell her? How do I explain to her?

Shaking her head in disbelief, she looked and found the blood covering the floor, mixed with the coffee lying there. “Come here, I’ll treat the wound.” She assured her, giving her a stool to sit on. She sat there, not speaking. Her mind sank into the thoughts. She saw Gabriella look insane for him. This much insanity? She was unable to believe it. The man who insulted her, she was crazy after him. Why? Did he hypnotize her or what? How could someone be so crazy for someone? She had seen Eliseva’s madness till today only for the money. On seeing the money, she used to react as if some demon had taken shelter in her mind, and in the same way, she saw Gabriella today.

It was clear that I was about to be the object of his sharpening, and poor me lay in bed ignorant of Madman's powers. Hansel pressed his cheek against my stomach, smiled at my jaw, and said to Madman in an innocent, sinister tone, "You have to move faster. The longer I wait, the more I'll play with the toy when I get it. I don't want to break her so soon." Madman lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. He just said, "Okay." One word, one answer, has decided my fate. I spent the next few days in a state of semi-consciousness. My ecstasy sometimes floats above, sometimes sinks in the center of the earth, only when the anesthetic injection into my body can barely feel the existen

But it penetrated that person's cavernous gaze ,who was still standing at a far distance from her, but now his feets had started making their way on their own towards her, towards his insanity's sanity. Inessa , who had her eyes closed by now felt a gloomy silence to wash over her entire surrounding ,as people who were whispering murmuring talking had became completely quiet, like her entire surrounding got deprived of every sensation and movement and the only thing which could be heard was a loud and thudding sound of shoes tackling on the wooden floor, which started getting more closer to her.

Something about Marinah is dangerous and the animal knows it. I head to the larger gym used by the men. I'm not there to exercise, I'm there to destroy. Two warriors are working out and they flee as quickly as Boot did. I grab five-hundred pounds of barbells and heft them across the room. The stand they rested on is next, followed by the treadmill. When I've tossed everything I can find, I attack the barbell bar again and bend it almost in half. I have no idea how long my rampage lasts, but it's Beck's voice that finally brings my sanity back. "You're losing control, King. Maybe you need a break."