Inanimate Insanity Pickle Novels & Stories

My Insufferable asshole of a boss. Maria, get it together. What is wrong with you. I splash the cold water on my face trying to get me to get less hot but nothing was working. I felt like I was just awoken from hibernation and have this desire and hunger only one thing can solve and that is Nayel Jefferson.

As I take my seat beside her the door starts to knock, i lean over to help cut her bacon when Inks voice fills the apartment. "Sorry for being late, I've been stuck in early meetings" he apologises, walking in wearing his signiue black suit. "Uncle Rod!" Amelia shouts really loudly, launching a single bean across the room "sorry mama" she says looking down at her plate, I rub her arm telling her it was okay, as ink takes his seat. "I seen your new add on the tv the other day, you're really doing well for yourself ink- I mean Rod" I smile, accidentally calling him the name he doesn't like.

I didn't respond to her call, dragging my feet behind me, I waved a small greeting before walking past her and into the living room. I simply ignored Cassandra's accountant boyfriend and made myself comfortable on an empty couch. I could see him gawking at me from the corner of my eye, he thought I was a lunatic, someone who shouldn't be walking the streets without a straight jacket on. The thought made me laugh audibly, as expected he moved to the far side of the sofa. I shrugged, blowing my nose on a piece of tissue. "I've brought popcorn." Cassandra chirped putting a bowl of popcorn on the dining table. Squirting some hand sanitizer, I dug right in.

The man collected the manuscript and read the title out loud - "THE FAMILY THAT KILLS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER by Ludo Sakala." “Woooow, this title is catchy!” The man exclaimed. “Ludo Sakala?” “She’s just an innocent girl don’t hurt her please.” “Do I look like I can hurt anyone?” “I don’t know!” Kent answered. “You seem dangerous though.” “I’m leaving now Kent. We are not yet done,” the man smiled devilishly. “What ….. What…… What do you mean we are not done?” Kent stammered. The man turned around and looked at Kent. “By the way, I’m Brains,” he laughed and left Kent’s office.

“The universe sent me wisdom. And comedy.” “You—!” she stomped her foot. “That was private parent conversation! You’re not allowed to store embarrassing data on your tenants!” “I’m not storing anything,” he replied calmly. “Just wondering if the earrings on the stick figure helped the examiner remember the answer.” She turned a shade of red no artist could paint. And in her flustered fury, as she stomped again — one of her delicate silver anklets snapped off and fell onto the stairs with a soft metallic ting.

His sense of direction was no longer working even when he knew the set-up of the booth at the back of his head. When they finally got into a specific room, Sane knew that that room was the scariest of them all. There were body bags that were hung on the ceilings, and there was even a realistic stench that was lingering in the air, as if there were really some decaying bodies inside those body bags. The bags even seemed to wrap themselves around his face even when he was already trying so hard not to touch them. A slow-flickering strobe light hung from the ceiling. It seemed to only turn on once per second, and everything went black in between. When the lights turned on once again, there were

“Look, Caspian . Vice might not be black pearl or crystal rush or Glass , but prescription like these are still classified as banned substances without a medical exception filed with the Sports league...” He continues on, droning about the policies and bylaws enacted by both the school and the Sport league —ones I’m perfectly fucking aware of, because unlike some, I’m not one to waste an opportunity I worked my ass off to earn—while I try my best to figure out how the hell this could’ve happened. The more I think about it, the only possibility besides the lab results getting mislabeled or swapped somehow, would be that I took something without knowing it.

FOUR For someone who claimed he ran a drug cartel, Melinda expected his house to look like it. Portraits of gangsters, drug lords and funky musicians is what she expected as decorations in the entire building. Instead, what she saw was floral decorations, art works at every possible place, paintings, sculptures and a very large portrait of a half naked Ajax in the hallway.

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?

It was a one storey building. There was a constant stream of people going in and out. It looked to be another case of having to squeeze your way to the front. “You lot wait for me in that pub on the corner.” I pointed at the sign with the words ‘The Pickled Gherkin’ written on it. “I assume it’s a pub. If it’s a gherkin boutique, do some browsing. I’m sure they’ll have an extensive collection.” “There are twenty-three ways to pickle cucumbers,” said Dudley, for no reason.