Inanimate Insanity Scratch Novels & Stories

I had just finished performing a surgery and was very tired. Just as I was going to go to sleep, I could hear Jack and Ethan's voice coming from outside. "Sofia Jones! Come out!" "You fraud! How dare you cheat on me?!" They were so loud that the surrounding patients and doctors looked in their direction. Before I could even go out and see what was happening, I heard one of the patients tell them to control their voice, but my father-in-law Ethan kicked her to the ground instead.

"What the hell? What did she do in there? Why does it stink so badly?" Marcus frowned hard. Fighting his nausea, he switched on the greenhouse lights. My body lay curled on the ground, completely unresponsive. "What are you playing at, Bianca? Get up now!" Marcus roared. He thought I was retaliating by doing something revolting to express my dissatisfaction toward them. My soul stood right beside him. I watched as his face grew more furious at my silence and thought what a tragedy this was. Mackenzie pinched her nose and cast a look of repugnance before letting out an exaggerated scream. "Oh my god! How repulsive! Did she mess with the pesticides in here? That's so dangerous!"

The sound of his own name being chanted by millions of "Integrated Humans" was a sensory violation that Silas Blackwood could not unweave. It wasn't a roar of loyalty; it was a rhythmic, mechanical demand for "Product." He stood in the center of the boardroom, his gold-and-sapphire scars pulsing with a pained, irregular light that reflected the neon advertisements flickering on the skyscrapers outside.

I reached up with trembling fingers. Soft fur brushed against my palm. The ear twitched beneath my touch. "Nope." I touched it again. It twitched again. "Nope." I slapped both cheeks. The room stayed exactly the same. "This is either the world's most committed prank..." I looked at everyone. "...or I'm officially insane." And it was hairy. "Bring out the cameras. You can't film me without my permission," I said, walking toward what seemed like the exit. Footsteps rushed toward me before warmth covered my hand, holding me in place.

Maybe she was scratching her own tissue. Her assaults were weighty and heartless. In a moment, her tissue was a ridiculous wreck. Bits of human skin were scratched off, and the tissue inside was additionally scratched into a wreck and moved up. "F*ck! This young lady is insane!" "She's not insane. She simply doesn't have any desire to pass on!"

Her voice quivered as she spoke, the memories hauntingly vivid. Adam listened attentively, his expression growing more somber as he absorbed the weight of Irene's revelations. After a brief silence, he couldn't help but pose the question that had taken root in his mind, "You were scratched by Lucian?" With a sense of apprehension, Irene rolled up the sleeve of her hospital gown, exposing the scar on her upper arm. It was a haunting, deep scar that resembled a claw mark, and it had marred her skin for as long as she could remember.

They will kill me like they do to all demons they capture. The feeling of bugs skittering across my skin creates an overwhelming itch. A scratch from no longer feeling comfortable in my own body, the nervousness of vulnerability. I rake my nails across my flesh until bright red, bloody streaks are left behind. Pesky thoughts creep back in my head. The need to make it all end weave between my consciousness turning everything toxic.

His absence really is tiring and turned this pack into a huge bloody mess. A f**king blood mess. I scratch my extremely pointed abd sharp claws against the walls. I walk boldly down the hallway and scratch. It produces flaming sparkles and screenching sounds unhealthy and unmelodious to the ears. It's unmelodious to everyone but pretty reviving and beautiful to me. Every passing maids and guards shut their ears. They wince over it's harsh produced sound. The closer I get, the more the maids all wince. When closer and observe clearly my beastial appearance, they all scramble for safety and survival.

There was no pain in her body, but where the bandage was, there was such pain in her skin as if her skin was being pushed down with a needle so damn ruthlessly. Her skin once again twinged when she moved her left hand. Tears were continuously falling from her eyes in utter agony. She wasn't being tortured physically but her mental condition was also the same. Some of Sanam's actions had spoiled Heer's mind. Now maybe if she had stayed here even for a moment, she would have gone completely insane. He knows how to play with the mind. He is overdrive and sharp. "So you're up, babe…" she heard his casually calm voice from behind. She snapped her head towards him. He was standing near the door, h

Squirting some hand sanitizer, I dug right in. "Drew, don't you want some?" She looked curiously at her stuck up boyfriend, his eyes darting from the popcorn to me, I knew he wanted a handful, the only issue was he would have to take it from my hands. "Oh no thanks, I'm fine." He smiled pleasantly at her, it was of course a fake, but Cassandra didn't see it that way. "What are we watching?" I asked stuffing my face with another handful of popcorn. "Superbad."