Insanity Rhymes Novels & Stories

Sane knew the guy too much. Niko was not the sanest member of The Dotish. But no one was really sane in The Dotish in the first place. They talked about avocado dreams, beautiful girls, how bad Miss Reyes' singing, mashed potatoes, moms, why Mrs. Roffeus baked a lot and every single thing Sane didn't really understand. No wonder the band had so much chemistry. Birds with the same feather really did flock together.

Gets louder and louder by the moment until that insanity finally comes to the surface, as he screams laughing in between the following curse words. “Sanity? Oh, please! Tell me all about it as I do not know a damn f****** thing about that s**** word. Insanity? Oh, hell yes! That is me and is all about me. I love that word as I love the ring unto it as it pays me to laugh this way and turn my life in this perfect living hell, I never believe I could ever have. Damn those f****** people and in my original world who did nothing but to step unto the weak and take everything of what they think they can just because they are rich and powerful. Damn is this life which I hated and love, as I love ga

It makes me go blind Cut me deep, the secrets and lies Storm in the quiet Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Feel the fury closing in All resistance wearing thin Nowhere to run from all of this havoc Nowhere to hide From all of this madness, madness, madness Madness, madness, madness Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Feel the fury closing in All resistance wearing thin Nowhere to run from all of this havoc Nowhere to hide From all of this madness, madness, madness Madness, madness, madness Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Nowhere to run (Ooh, ooh, ooh) There's nowhere to hide This is madness, madness, madness Madness, madness, madness

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

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”

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.

He once read Haggoz the works of an human poet called Poe, then forced him to memorize passages from his poetry. Perhaps he was fascinated by the poet because of his own melancholy nature and yearning for the unattainable. Whatever the reason, one of the lines written by the ancient human poet was particularly appropriate. “I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” Now, after all this time those words came back to haunt Haggoz. They defined him perfectly too.

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.

One asks, leaning his arms against the icy metal. “It’s not that I want to die.” I hiccup, tears falling from my lashes and freezing against my cheeks. “It’s just that I don’t want to live if this is all life has to offer… and I’m afraid that this is truly all there is for me. I have no reason to believe otherwise.” I shake my head forlornly, “they say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over but expecting different results. So I would be crazy to think I can keep meeting the sun each morning without inviting more heartache… wouldn’t I?”

Maybe it was, he had felt emotional pain for so long, physical ones held nothing in comparison so he took the one that came and let it roll over his back. The sound of the metal bars clanging again jolted him from the labyrinth his mind was. He was usually lost in his head and a few times, he heard the sound of his own voice. It sounded a little far away, reaching his ears long after his lips had spoken them and when the words reached, they were usually gibberish, incoherent nonsense that he didn't remember what he’d been trying to say when they came out. He was going insane but he wished he wouldn't because he doubted if he would remember her as much as he did when the clutches of insanity