Inanimate Insanity Scratch Novels & Stories

"The grand finale piece is definitely going to be released soon." "I can't wait!" Through the door, I heard ragged breathing from inside, thick with rising desire. The sound was exactly like the nightmare that had haunted me these past few days. "Hey! You can't go in there!" Ignoring the people trying to stop me, I kicked the door open. Inside, Vivian's body was barely covered where it mattered, most of her pale young skin exposed to the air. Julian held the camera in one hand. The fingers of his other hand were still hovering over her skin.

Lenox pov “Do you guys have mutated dust here? I swear, my balls feel like someone’s brushing sandpaper against them,” I groan and reach into my pants to ease the itch. As I relieve the annoying sensation, both men turn their gazes on me. “What?” I snap at the morons who stare at me in disgust. “Don’t tell me you haven’t seen a guy scratch his balls before. Come on; it’s the most natural thing to do. Besides, it’s not like I have an STD or anything. And for your information, no, I don’t plan to fuck you, so my itch stays where it belongs – in my pants.” I grin and carry on with my business.

14-MAD MEN FOR CINDERELLA The warm breeze gently caressed Nyx's skin, but his body was already burned with the exertion of digging those wretched holes. His jaw clenched tightly as he replayed the mind-numbing task in his head. Suddenly, a forceful shoulder collided with his, causing him to stumble and break from his thoughts.

That perfect, face would be gone forever. She dropped the lighter and the voice came back. She screamed, ‘Scratch it off until there’s nothing left! Scratch off her perfect face, so you never have to look at it again!’ She sounded like a vampire when she hissed, ‘There is no such thing as Jesus’. I could see the light of the flame Sun Li grabbing her head. She pulled half of her into the cubicle and went wild, like a hungry tiger, slashing and clawing at her face and arms.

Nobody would understand him, not even his own brothers. Trying to make his way through the crowds of drunk bikers, Scar growled at the people bumping into him. He was not in the mood, not in the right mindset, he wasn't himself. Everything just seemed too loud, too bright. Scar's breathing increased as he saw the door to the corridor where his room was. The urge to scratch his skin until metallic liquid poured out of it had Scar screaming internally.

I clench my fist at the camera. “The scratching sounded all around me, as though something was trying to scratch its way through my skull and deep into my brain. This was an invasion in my senses. I rubbed my temples but it only hurt and I dug my nails so deep into my head I felt blood. ‘Pissoff!’ I yelled and leapt out of bed. The adrenaline hammered my body. I charged at the door, the pen now held up by my head, ready to stab the foul creature.” I hold my fist up to the screen in that stabbing motion from that day.

My fingers went to my neck, and I began to make long scratches that left nail marks, the white skin that bordered my neck. I must have looked crazy on the outside, no I wasn't crazy; It would be a great luxury for me to go mad because everything would be easier if I went mad, but I was writhing as if I had gone mad in a great pain whose meaning cannot be put into words, which the living cannot understand.

It must be just suggestion. He turned back to face the mirror, trying to calm himself. His face was still pale behind the glass, which was re-fogging. But this time, something else appeared. A scratch formed on its own on the wet surface of the glass, as if written by an unseen finger, forming a single word: SIAN. And before his brain could process it, from behind the thick fog, a large, sharp-clawed black paw suddenly appeared, slamming against the shower glass in front of him…

I thought he is dumb and now I hope he were dumb. “ Oh, it is you. Nice to see you again.” Damien smiles sadistically. Maybe because we are now in a warehouse where no other people sees us, Damien looks more unscrupulous. He puts his hand under my chin and raises my head. Seeing the wound on my face, he smiles evilly. He thrusts his fingers into the wound and starts to scratch my bloody face with his long fingernails. No, I suddenly noticed the fur on his hand, no, his claws. He actually scratches my open wound with the top of his claws. Is he insane? Why is he doing this to me? Am I his enemy just because I told Cody what they have done to me?