Insanity Rhymes Novels & Stories

Linda defended me. “All I am saying is that she must think more before speaking.” “Can we change the subject?” my best friend offered, knowing what I might be thinking. “Yeah, let’s listen to some music and stop talking!” I commanded, then played The sound of madness by Shinedown, humming the words with the singer. “They don't know, where we've been We got that concrete street skin The only way I'm leavin' is dead That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head”

The negative thoughts corrupted my mind- “Who the fuck is this?” A voice. A calm, anonymous voice filtered through some distorter. “Your wife is safe, Mr. Salvatore. But you need to stop looking for her. Now.” The line went dead.

I laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling, counting the blocks for the thirtieth time. Oddly enough, the number hadn't changed from the 75 that I had counted a half an hour ago. I was going crazy; I knew I was. I was the picture-perfect definition of insanity. I couldn't take this anymore. Jumping up, I raced to the door and began pounding on it. "Erik! Bring me, Erik! Please!! Erik!" I screamed.

The moment his knuckles met the punching bag, voices began echoing in his head—mocking, taunting, relentless. > “Come on, Iden, you’ll never beat me.” > “Hit me, come on—yeah, punch me. Still mama’s little boy, huh?” > “One second of distraction, and it’s over. You’ll lose everything.” > “Strike it harder. That’s all you’re good for.” Fueled by fury and adrenaline, Iden unleashed a brutal punch that sent the bag swinging violently. His breath came in sharp bursts. Another voice followed—louder, unhinged.

"We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall No, they don't speak our language they say we're too savage, yeah No, no we don't give a f*ck anymore We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall." Lola joined in as well. "They say we're going no-no-no-no-no-no-nowhere But what they don't know know know is we don't, don't care We're gonna keepin' on, keepin' on going 'til we can't go no more We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall

She screamed and I ran away before she got her hands on me. I feel bad but there's nothing I can do 🎶 Whats up I'm right back🎶 Cock back the trigger🎶 Plain Jane get hijacked🎶 Don't like me? Then tell me how you like that, like that🎶 In this even darker place shine like the stars🎶 With a smile on my face I'll kiss you goodbye🎶 Laugh all you want while you still can🎶 Because it's about to be your turn 1, 2, 3🎶

My voice was barely above a whisper as I said, "I'm afraid you'll die before I do." Celine's eyes flashed, and she scolded me loudly. "Sabrina, how can you curse Galen for another man? Do you love him that much?" Galen's eyes were red with rage. He raised his hand, but the moment before the slap landed, his body froze. He wobbled, tilted back, and collapsed. Amid the screams, I closed my eyes and whispered softly, "He's beyond saving. Prepare for the worst."

Utterly ridiculous. They stood there in shock for a long moment before remembering to charge in. They wanted to save him—but there were too many people. All insane. No matter how hard they pushed, they couldn’t get through. Their ears rang with the sounds of madness. The frenzied screams. The bloodlust. The desperation. This place—this hell—was a blood-soaked frenzy, a nightmare turned real. Raina’s entire body trembled. Her hands, already locked in spasms, clawed at the crowd, but she refused to give up. She pushed forward like a lunatic. Words failed her—but inside, a silent scream echoed through her mind:

((You The thought I have at the end of each day; I fall asleep..)) “Hm?” Hum, Zain tilted his head with a suspicious smile to swallow Urza, repeating what he said, "I need a friend." He was silent...in spite of him! Because Zain has gone out of his mind and is officially insane now He punched him so hard that he hit the wall so violently, "I'm going to kill you," he shouted loudly, hovering. And he repeated his punch over and over again without any gratification

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.