Inked Sanity Novels & Stories

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

" Came barely a whisper from behind me. I look up at the mirror above the bar and I see her. "Dom." She said again but her hand reached out to me. I shoved her arm back. I shook my head. Hallucinations. Next check on the list for going insane from losing your mate. "Dom. It's me." She whispered again. I growled and stood up and chugged what was left of the bottle. "Sorry Gerald. But the sanity I have left I need to fight some more of these holed up humans." I announced throwing down a wad of cash.

"Ms. Warner, Mr. Wynn has been in a car accident. His mother is also in the hospital with a serious illness. Would you like to go see them?" I hesitated for a moment, but then I thought about everything I had been through, and I let the softness pass. "Is his life in danger?" "He was drunk driving and crashed through a guardrail off a cliff. He barely survived. The doctors say there's a strong chance he'll never walk again. Fiona was in the car with him. She still hasn't regained consciousness, and the doctors believe that even if she does wake up, she'll likely be in a vegetative state."

Beside him, Randy and Sarah moved like sleepwalkers, their skin splotched with the indigo blooming of the drug’s latest integration phase. The last of the data cables connected the lab’s local node to the global intranet via an unprotected satellite uplink. Everything was prepared for the Final Injection—a wholesale overwrite of the human nervous systems linked into the company’s logistics network. It wasn't a computer program; it was a psychic terminal.

They tried every soft and hard tactic they could think of. "You don't know how pitiful Aiden is. He eats only plain bread for meals. He takes the bus to and from school. His clothes stink, and no one washes them." "Your father-in-law is even worse. Some days no one changes his diaper, and bedsores are breaking out under him. He screams in pain every day." Aunt Diane spoke while wiping away tears. Aunt Marsha pressed the advantage. "I know you're the kindest. Vanessa was just stupid. She had a perfectly good husband at home, but she was bewitched by a wild man. But the child and the old man are innocent, aren't they?"

Mode of transportation and plane tickets are not a problem since we decide to use Brian’s private jet. ’Goodbye Miami’ I whisper to myself as I stare at the place where I have had all my happy moments and fair share of problems too, the place that had been my home. I am leaving the place to move on from some people but I am never going to leave the memories. I just need a fresh start but I sure as hell will keep the memories locked up deep within me and I will unleash them when the time to satiate my burning desire for revenge is up. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

I don't know why but as I stare at it, the more it looks interesting to see. As I continued looking at the window, I realized that I have been spacing out too much. “Let’s go?” I heard Drake’s voice making my sanity back to place. “Huh?” I asked. I looked around and realized that there are no one else inside except us. The class is dismissed? How long have I’ve been staring at the window then? “The class is done?” I asked him. “Yeah, you have been spacing out. Good thing our professor did not notice you.” “Come on, let’s get our lunch.” He added.

She pressed her back against the mirrored wall and felt the particular warmth in her body and the way her pulse was still not entirely settled, and she understood that something had unlocked in her in that boardroom. Something that was not going back in.

I could feel my broken heart struggling to beat in its regular state and my already broken wolf struggling to maintain its sanity as the sense of failure and familiarity overwhelmed my whole being. " Thirty , two ,five ,eight ,three ,six ,one," The emotions seemed so familiar and the pain felt like an old friend but I ignored it. I took a deep breath in and brought myself back to my sanity. This was not the time to have a mental breakdown but a time for action. I had to get them the hell out of here and get them some medical assistance as soon as possible. "Seven ,twelve ,four ,eight , three ,one ,six,"

As the iron gates of the mental institute swing open, my wife, Serena Seacrest, walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Cross, beside her. She looks at me with utter disgust. I am strapped tightly to the bed, unable to move. She sneers, "Damian, you've been subjected to electroshock treatments for an entire month. Is your mania any better? You pushed Adrian down the stairs and nearly broke his leg, so I sent you here to teach you how to be a normal person." Serena tosses a worn-out pink comfort bunny onto the floor and speaks as though she is granting me a favor. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Adrian. If you do, I'll be kind enough to let you see Lila next month." I sta