Inanimate Insanity Springy Novels & Stories

She pushed him, "Shut up! Shut up!" "No, I won't shut up ... has anyone ever told you that your life is worth fighting for? You can live without him, Ari, you were caged all through your life that you can't even see there's a whole world out there where Armand Lombardo doesn't exist ... and you can be free of his constant control of your sanity ... or are you just too spoiled that every challenge you face only drives you back to him?"

Her system stopped functioning when she felt a cold thing on her abdomen. "Can they see this, player 13?" he whispered on her ears. "Please... I'm really not after the money. I... I just needed to see someone here-" her sentence was cut off when the guy hush her. "Hush. I know you're scared, but don't worry because it won't take long for the bullet to reach inside your flesh." She should push him. She should make a move. Or else all the risk that she took will be wasted. But why is her body not cooperating? Her mind is telling her to do something, but her body was complete stunned. She couldn't even feel them anymore.

Looking at the results, the doctor said, "You've been diagnosed with severe depression. You've likely experienced psychological trauma related to language, causing your brain to become unwilling to speak or articulate. "Have you encountered any challenges recently? Perhaps no one listens to your explanations, or perhaps you're just not speaking enough?" I froze. The events of the past few days flashed through my mind, and I shook my head. The doctor could only prescribe some medication and tell me to clear my head. Holding the medication and thinking about the doctor's instructions, I wandered through the streets. It was not until the dorm curfew was near that I started heading back. However

That will prove I'm innocent just the same," I said. Nancy's eyes darted around, and she suddenly started acting hysterically. "I'm just a country woman. How would I know anything about bank records? Who knows if you tampered with them in advance? "I see it clearly now. You just don't like me. Fine, I'll just go and die, okay?" With that, she ran toward a pillar and slammed her head forward, though she was clever enough to sneak glances at everyone's reactions.

I hurried over and asked, "Wendy, are you alright?" She smiled when she saw me. "I'm fine. It's only a sprain." I had just started to relax when Sean spoke up from beside her. "Are you satisfied now, Nina?" I froze. Sean's words were cold as he said, "If you had not thrown a tantrum, Wendy would not have been distracted on the stairs while thinking of how to comfort you. Why else would she have missed a step?" His words stunned me in place. I could not believe what I was hearing.

They had placed trackers on us, thrown away anything sharp or dangerous, and even lined the floors with bubble wrap. The only things left made of breakable clay were these mugs, shaped like rabbits. Minnie nodded. "Smash them." "No! Zagreus made these himself!" I cried out. She laughed scornfully. "Are you kidding me? Zagreus—the famously stoic man from the Capital? Just because he's been staying in Hanttye, you think he's turned into some goober who makes things for little girls?" Ruth raised a mug high. I struggled as hard as I could to free myself. I had to catch it!

But then again, his family would never tolerate him being institutionalized, especially not now that they were in a new demographic. April switched her strategy. Crossing and uncrossing her legs anxiously. Tugging at her own sleeves. Shifting until she was certain it would catch Tom’s attention and annoy him. She pulled her face into a pained, nervous expression and held it until Tom finally spoke. “What are you doing?” He asked. “Me?” She tried to hide her face from him, but let her voice whimper and choke, “I’m fidgeting, I’m sorry.” “Why?”

"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!"

Something about Marinah is dangerous and the animal knows it. I head to the larger gym used by the men. I'm not there to exercise, I'm there to destroy. Two warriors are working out and they flee as quickly as Boot did. I grab five-hundred pounds of barbells and heft them across the room. The stand they rested on is next, followed by the treadmill. When I've tossed everything I can find, I attack the barbell bar again and bend it almost in half. I have no idea how long my rampage lasts, but it's Beck's voice that finally brings my sanity back. "You're losing control, King. Maybe you need a break."

"Breathe! Look at me. Inhale… exhale… Follow me." Spring nods faintly, trying to match her mother’s breathing, though her lungs still burn and her tears keep falling. Minutes pass like hours before the storm in her chest begins to calm, her breathing slowing from erratic to shaky. Her mother helps her sit up, brushing hair away from her damp forehead. "Tell me, what happened?" her mother asks, her voice gentler now, cautious like someone tiptoeing around a landmine. But before Spring can answer, her body jolts forward as if something inside her snaps. She scrambles to her feet, stumbling toward her room like a hunted animal.