Inanimate Insanity Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

~AMARIS The world stopped spinning. In fact, it stopped moving entirely. The clatter of the silver utensils, the soft crackle of the fireplace in the corner of the grand dining hall, the distant rustle of the morning wind against the heavy glass windows...all of it vanished, sucked into a vacuum of absolute, suffocating silence. The words Silver Decay hung in the air like a cloud of toxic gas, paralyzing the room, suffocating the very oxygen right out of my lungs.

No spark of rebellion waiting to be born. There was only silence. The kind carved into her over years. The kind that obedient women wore like a second skin. She didn’t know how to feel anything else.

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.

I said. It had been so long since I had spoken that my voice came out hoarse and rough. Every time I opened my mouth, it felt strange, as if it weren't even my own voice. "Oh my gosh, come look! Can you believe it? The mute girl actually talked!" Alice Sterling, the troublemaker, shouted, laughing wildly as she called over friends to surround me. Other classmates quickly joined in. "Alice, you're a miracle worker! Forget school. Go straight to Capital Medical Institute. Put on your resume that you got the mute girl to speak," one of them teased.

To own the ghost that everyone else ignored. His phone buzzed. It was another text from Daisy Mackin. She had been blowing up his phone since he walked out of his bedroom. The girl was like a tick—once she latched on, she didn't know how to let go. The door to the classroom swung open. Silver walked in, her blonde hair perfectly styled and her golden eyes flashing with a wicked light. "Is the school finally burning down?" Adam asked without looking up. "You look excited." Silver rolled her eyes. She sat on the edge of the desk, right next to his feet. "You wish. This place is still the same hellhole it was yesterday. But you? You're trending, brother. Big time."

But then I held his arm and looked at his face. It was a doctor. He called the nurses and took me back to my room. “Silver, Silver, Silver” I called out. “He's hallucinating. Take him” Moments later, everything went blank. Not the peaceful kind of blank, like slipping into a warm bath. The violent kind. The kind where the world doesn't fade gently it shatters. One second I was standing in that hospital hallway, my heart stopped, Silver's face burned into my retinas. The next second, the floor disappeared. The lights vanished. The sounds of machines and footsteps of doctors and nurses' voices all collapsed into a single, deafening silence. Still I could only think of her. I didn't know why.

Kaelen drifted in darkness. Not the quiet, restful dark of sleep, but the suffocating kind—the kind that pressed on his chest and filled his lungs with smoke. Whispers coiled around him. Voices too many to count, speaking in tongues both familiar and foreign. He caught fragments like shards of glass: “He is the spark…” “…as it was before…” “…burn or bind…” He tried to reach for Elira, but her hand was gone. He was alone.

Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of bones snapping and saw the silver beast tearing the throat out of that man. ​The lock clicked. It was a heavy, final sound. I stiffened, my fingers digging into the velvet fabric of the chair. The door swung open, and all three of them walked in. They didn't look like monsters now. They looked like the men I had met—the professor, the businessman, and the biker. But I knew better. ​Silas was leading the way, carrying a silver tray. The smell of fried eggs and buttered toast filled the room, and for a second, my stomach growled. I hated it. I hated that my body still wanted to live while my mind was screaming.

“Do you have a silver spoon or something?” “Are you crazy?” She opened the top cupboard and eyed me suspiciously before handing it to me. “I can hold silver. I did it before.” My heart pumped so hard as I fought the urge to grab it or not. I was also scared to disappoint myself, but I had to see if silver could hurt me again. It was now or never. I gripped the silver spoon, and my stomach just did a nosedive. It did not burn me or anything. Blowing my breath, I sat down on her stool and offered the spoon back to her. “I thought so.”

Silver. It's the one thing that the scientists that created us couldn't breed out. If anything, silver is a lot worse for us. The pain, if too much, can drive us crazy. Going into a killing frenzy isn't just dangerous for those around us. It weakens us. It's easier to kill a Warhead when it's out of its mind.