Inanimate Insanity Tissues Novels & Stories

His sense of direction was no longer working even when he knew the set-up of the booth at the back of his head. When they finally got into a specific room, Sane knew that that room was the scariest of them all. There were body bags that were hung on the ceilings, and there was even a realistic stench that was lingering in the air, as if there were really some decaying bodies inside those body bags. The bags even seemed to wrap themselves around his face even when he was already trying so hard not to touch them. A slow-flickering strobe light hung from the ceiling. It seemed to only turn on once per second, and everything went black in between. When the lights turned on once again, there were

(Edward laughs) We should go check on our psychosomatic state. Each of the crew lay down in the capsule to check for possible deviations in the work of the Central nervous system, ANS and musculoskeletal body. Cap. Team, you passed your physical successfully! Tom. It is amazing that you have passed the medical examination successfully! (Tom and Edward laugh) Edward. I thought we'd probably have to go home because of " unforeseen circumstances." (Tom and Edward laugh) Elis. That's not funny to me at all. What do you find funny about madness?

Then, she looked back where Silas sat in front of his monitor, both hands buried deep in his hair as he covered his face in agony. Avery quietly sighed. Some rotting wounds had to be ripped wide open without mercy. Only after cutting away all the rotted tissue and arrogant delusions would there ever be a one-in-a-million chance to regrow new flesh.

Long, jagged streaks of white light cut through the clouds like scars, representing every file the Aethelgard Corporation had ever dragged to the bin and forgotten. Beside me, Silas let out a ragged breath. I turned to look at him, and the sight made my breath catch in my throat. The liquid silver infection from the Board-member was no longer just a mark on his chest. It was spreading like a slow-motion lightning strike, turning his deep, obsidian skin into a sterile, featureless white. It looked like marble, cold and unyielding, and every time the white touched a new patch of his skin, Silas flinched as if he were being erased while still alive.

Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat. “You know,” Jesse said, examining the dust-covered vending machine near the cracked wall. “There’s a fifty-fifty chance this thing dispenses snacks or severed fingers, which one do you wanna bet on?” Marcus grunted, prying open a boarded door with a rusted crowbar. “Better odds than usual, I call severed fingers.” Jesse opened the outlets and sure enough there was a severed hand inside it. “Sharp intuition you have, you know if the world hadn't gone into chaos, you would have won a guessing game show.”

what would I see, underneath? What did that loose-fitting mask hide? I wanted to look away from that horrible, sagging face and burning yellow eyes, but I couldn’t. I saw, in fleeting glimpses that curdled my guts, things writhing around the edge of the clearing. Things neither human nor animal, neither one thing nor another. Things made of twisted, polluted flesh. They were making those horrible sounds as they twisted and snapped and mounted each other, all to the tune of their own squeals. Whatever they were or had been, they snapped and thrusted into each other in hysteric mania. All this I only glimpsed, because as horrible as it was to gaze upon the man in yellow, it was preferable to t

Armand’s eyes pierced through Ariana and Matteo, who were still engaged in a serious conversation. “I’m a 28-year-old man who can’t get my dick hard in the presence of a beautiful woman ... my wife would think I’m handicapped ... doctor, I can’t have that ... now you better pray that whatever it is you’re prescribing me is going to make my wife cum tonight ...” he took a sharp glance at the doctor. He knew the consequences if Armand Lombardo did not get what he asked for.

" That was how her ECT became cranked to the maximum setting, and her sedative dosages were the highest possible. She'd once thought sanity was her escape from criminal law, but now, she lived through every second of her day with endless fear and torture. Every minute and second of her life was agony. … A month later, Samuel called while I was pleasantly enjoying my afternoon tea. Through the phone, he sounded troubled. "Mr. Crane, your wife… She's been extremely agitated lately. She's been crying and insisting on seeing you. "She says she has something very important to tell you in person. She knows she's made a mistake, and she's begging for just one chance to see you."

Raising the remote in his hand, he pressed a button and whispered, “My insanity.” Her body turned numb in disbelief. The screen instantly split into multiple panels. Every single panel displayed a different corner of her house. *****

But another voice arised saying that the animal was not in control, it was possessed by dark deeds. Ella stared at the animal with tears in her eyes. It was fighting against itself. What she did next, she knew not what came over her. She just knew that she felt a foreign emotion flood her heart and white light illuminated her palms, lighting up the night sky. A ferocious screech came from beyond the veil.