Inanimate Insanity Quizzes Novels & Stories

“Are you satisfied yet?” The voice was so familiar that my mind went blank, and I felt like I had just been struck by lightning. I froze. Trembling, I reached out and slowly removed the mask. A pair of triumphant eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a wave of dizziness. “Well, well! Running off to have fun with my mom, huh? Have you had your fill yet, Naomi?”

, 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?"

"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!"

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

"You're nothing. You belong on a factory floor, not in a classroom. That Ivy spot was always going to be mine." More comments floated through the air. "Ha, the female lead told her off. The side character is just a prop." I ignored her. The second I got the math exam, I started running through wrong solutions in my head. The right answer to a multiple-choice question was A, so I kept repeating to myself, "Pick C. I've seen this exact type of problem before. It's definitely C." When a fill-in-the-blank came out to 5, I groaned to myself, "Wait, that can't be right. It's obviously 7. I almost lost points on a stupid mistake."

"The past is already in the past. We should just live our own lives in peace from now on." Two weeks later, I ran into Diana, who had been lurking around near my home. She charged toward me with the intent to kill. "You fucking bitch! If it weren't for you, I would have never married Henry! Why don't you just die? Why are you still alive and well? Trash like you should have just died to pave the way for my future!" A knife plunged into my abdomen. When I woke up again, I saw that the hospital room's ceiling seemed to be spinning.

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.

There's something wrong with his brain. "You..are mad." "I've already told you many times, I'm not mad." He dropped the weapon on the floor and looked at me with the deadliest eyes and bloodlust. "I'm just a psycho."

I look down at my cappuccino, unable to take a drink. He grins with another low rumbling chuckle. “You’re a psychology student, right?” He asks and I nod as a reply. The guy seems to know everything about me. “Well isn’t it true if you were in effect suffering from some kind of schizophrenic break from reality then shouldn’t this all be something normal for you? A schizophrenic can’t distinguish hallucinations from reality but you seem able to recognize the abnormality of what's happening to you. So essentially that you think you’re insane proves that you are indeed not insane.”

She asked nervously as if she was afraid she would ask the wrong question and I would lash out again. I let out a huge breath of air and took a long sip of the cold water, hoping it would help to control my temper and keep me serene. "I feel like he has transported me back to that unforgettable day and I see him, punching and kicking that innocent man, it's all so real that I begin to have a mental breakdown, but when I pull away from him, the nightmare disappears." I trailed of not thinking I can continue describing what I have to go through everyday. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.