Insanity Rhymes Novels & Stories

Closing the lid with a small click, hearing the pallbearer say, ‘What a dick’ The vertigo of weightlessness now being felt, not liking the cards that were dealt Hearing the thud of dirt being thrown, the feeling of dread about the unknown The smell of dirt that’s been freshly turned, makes my stomach start to churn Not understanding why I can’t move nor utter a sound, as they continue to put me in the ground Eyes open to nothing but the dark, the lack of sound is never so stark Feeling returns to torpified limbs, and now the screaming and clawing begins “I’M AWAKE, I’M AWAKE!” I scream in vain, bloody torn fingers of going insane

Some of the voice where soothing to the ear while some were hoarse, some painful at the same time others seems to be laced with age. The chanting of the mantra continued till the bluish flame seemed to be stalked out. Immediately after the light went out, the muttering of the strange mantra stopped as there came the sound of metals rupturing together. Withing the sound of rupturing chains you can still pick up the sound of gibbering and something that looks like mad raving. The muttering has drowned the sound of rain but after the muttering of the mantra you can now make out the sound of rain from the mad ravings.

In the silence, he goes out from here, in the same silence as he came here. Please let me know your feedback. I am eagerly waiting for it. And do follow and like me. Thank you ☺

“Just tell her to accept him.” “Will you go away already?” I groaned. “You’re a parasite, aren’t you. Some worm from uncooked meat that burrowed into my brain, driving me to insanity.” “Please. You haven’t enough brains to nourish a gnat, let alone my magnificent self. Your insanity is not my doing either.” I groaned, wondering if I were to stick a hot poker through my ear if he would shut up. Maybe I am going insane. That is the only way to explain this voice named Rome in my head. Next I’m going to conjure up an imaginary friend named Paris or some shit.

🎶 Red cups and sweaty bodies everywhere 🎶 I looked around and saw they all had red cups in their hands and they were all sweaty. 🎶Hands in the air like we don't care 🎶 They didn't care, else they won't be here in this noisy place. The music was noisy. 🎶 'Cause we came to have so much fun now 🎶 Fun? They were having fun by smoking and grinding bodies together? "For once admire the scenery and stop over analyzing everything," the voice of the devil—Susie echoed in my ears.

Every sound seemed to amplify my fear, pushing me closer to the edge of madness. I hugged my knees tighter, rocking back and forth, desperately trying to hold onto my sanity. “Four... five... six...”

Obsession for her… LOVE for her… “YES, I AM INSANE. THE ONLY SANITY I HAVE IS MY WIFE AND KIDS, AND NOW THEY ARE FUCKING GOING AWAY FROM ME. ME A MONSTER LIKE ME DON'T DESERVE HAPPINESS”… With that, he went inside the car and banged the door, hardly enough to scare his friends. He started his car and roared it on the lonely, deserted roads. His was not someone who will be weak and cry. But his wife behavior is making him weak. He is losing his damn patience with her. He won't be able to live without his kids, mostly his princess.

"Don't fucking perfume me! A bigger crystal room is like a bigger fish tank to me. Do you think it would work?" "It seems to be useless. Well, in that case, let's keep everything the same." I was so angry that I punched the crystal door, "Are you fucking teasing me? How long are you going to fucking hold me captive? I'm going crazy! Do you know what crazy means? I'll keep screaming, I'll get violent, I'll hurt myself, I'll spit and pee everywhere! You better get me out of here! I'm dying of insanity!" Dylan curled his lip.

Someone clapped. Someone else yelled, “Yessir, this is gonna be good!” And then… The music started. Not a rock song. Not a classic country hit. Not even something he could halfway sing. No. Johnny damn Crawford picked the sappiest, most tragic country ballad in the book: “When You Say Nothing At All.” Her mouth dropped open. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “Oh my god,” Mads repeated, snorting. “He’s gonna butcher it.” And he did.

I stopped in front of a cracked mirror, my reflection staring back at me with hollow eyes. I barely recognized myself anymore. The man I used to be was fading, slipping away like sand through my fingers. It was as if the asylum was erasing me, piece by piece. I could feel my sanity fraying at the edges. Then, as if summoned by my despair, I heard her laughter—a soft, melodic sound that chilled my bones. My heart raced. “Elias, my love,” she sang, and the air around me crackled with anticipation. “Are you ready for a night of madness?”