Inanimate Insanity Scratch Novels & Stories

“I can hold it.” I eye her for a minute and at that point gesture, delaying long sufficient to check on Scratch some time recently I rise. He’s lying unmoving in the rubble, his neck broken. Squeezing my lips together, I rectify up, cloak myself in dim enchantment, and impact the front entryway open, sending out a wave of energy.

I laugh until the air itself trembles, until my lungs ache and my ribs rattle. “Insane?” I kneel again, lowering my face until my grin is the only thing she can see. “No, Skylar. Insanity is believing in limits. Insanity is bowing to gods who don’t care if you bleed. But me?” I tilt my head, whispering the truth in her ear. “I am the cure for insanity.” Her breath hitches, but she doesn't look away. Brave. Broken. Perfect for my stage. I brush a strand of filthy hair from her face, my touch almost tender. Almost.

"You feel like you're floating, watching your body shake and cry on the floor... until they cut out half of your stomach." I looked at his suddenly pale face and asked in a soft voice, "How do you think I know all this so well?"

"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!"

“I’m so sorry, ma’am. Mr. Salvatore left his phone behind. He’s on his way to the airport to pick up Ms. Hayden. He asked me to hold onto it in case anything urgent came up.” The world went silent. The phone slipped from my fingers and clattered onto the marble floor. For one stunned second, I just stared at the cracked screen. Then the scream ripped out of me. A raw, guttural, animal sound that echoed off the walls of the empty penthouse. I snatched the phone and slammed it down again and again, harder and harder, until the screen spiderwebbed and shattered into glittering pieces. “Fuck you!” I snarled, voice hoarse and broken.

says Gabin. "It's scary. My thoughts tell me things I don't think i should do but they are very convincing" says Ines and pulls on her sleeves. Gabin asks what wrong and she awkwardly laughs and says "The pills take longer to kick in, in the morning" "You ok?" asks Gabin and then Ines sways to and fro and nods. She clearly was not ok but she had to discuss Falvio with Gabin. She starts to talk but couldn't form proper sentences. Gabin couldn't understand what she was saying and Ines was getting frustrated. Then suddenly, Gabin sees her scratching her hands. He tried to stop him but her scratches were so aggressive that it started bleeding. Gabin didn't know what to do.

But he forgot that the Origin didn't start with a diagnosis—it started with a Dirty, Bloody, Un-Optimized Scream of Existence that refused to be Quiet for the sake of 'Safety'. I didn't reach for the sunset-gold fire. I reached for the Original Fever. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Ghost. I Struck the Logic. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Perfect Sanity" on the glass floor. I didn't try to save my mind; I Embraced the Madness. "I AM THE ANOMALY YOU CANNOT EXCISE!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Regulated Chaos.

The little bundle of nerves, which made her lose her mind without fail. I pressed my finger against it and moved hard and fast, in a circular motion. Scarlett's screams increased and echoed through the room, her nails digging into the flesh on my back, leaving burning scratch marks in their wake, but I couldn’t care. In fact, it made me more excited.

"I won't meet you on Kitay-Gorod because you don't exist... I'm just sick… "You have no choice, you must test your hypothesis, or sooner or later you will go mad, and then you will really need a psychiatrist." - Okay, I'll try...in the end I have nothing to lose. At least I'll know I'm definitely sick. "You're all right, I'll explain. "Will you tell me your number?"… "You won't need it!"

He pretended to be in deep thoughts and after a while, he looked up to her and nodded. "Fine then." She gave in, bringing her pinky finger close to the guy, and just as their Pinkys met, images began to fly through her head at a ridiculously fast rate. She saw herself in a big mansion, with an Adonis-like man and a little guy. Different locations, different times but all the images she saw, contained herself, this man, and the little boy. Of course, she knew the little boy and herself but the man's image was blurred. Who was he? Quickly, Anna withdrew her finger and the images stopped. She saw the sad look on the boy's face as she withdrew her fingers but she didn't care. She was going crazy