Object Shows Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

He needed to prove that his obsession was stronger than their design. "You think you’re a symptom?" he panted against her lips, his hands roaming her body with a frantic, possessive heat. "Then let me be the disease. Let’s be so sick, so twisted, so obsessed that even the Vanes are afraid to look at us." As they stood amidst the ruins of the ledgers, a low, mechanical hum began to vibrate through the floor. At the far end of the vault, a hidden projector hummed to life, casting a grainy, black-and-white film onto the stone wall.

He blew out of his place, leaving the cell, leaving the darkness, cold, and stillness again, and a woman on the verge of losing her mind from the horror of what she saw and heard. Is it possible that what she saw was real? No, it is certainly not true. His likes are not true. Every sane person does not believe that his likes are real unless he is insane. Have you gone insane and are prepared for all the details you are experiencing now? This is terrible!

Hannah “You’re insane,” I say to the woman staring back at me in the mirror. “Utterly insane,” I add, because there’s no other way to describe it. If not insanity, how come I had a wet dream about the very man I’m supposed to be repulsed by? I release a long sigh, dropping my arms beside me, my toothbrush hanging loosely from my mouth as flashbacks of that damned dream resurfaces. In my mind's eye I see my back on my bed, legs spread far apart, and a head full of jet black hair between them. Totally unprovoked too.

I panted, trying to push him off as his sick hands roamed my body, yanking at all my jewelry or anything that could be a camera. “Where are you hiding it?” His eyes were wide and red, the veins on his temple swollen and his forehead sweaty. Staring at him as I tried to fight him off, I could only think how it would not take long at all for that medication to kick in. Dean was close to insanity. Whatever this man’s story was, whatever his trauma was that turned him into this despicable human, he was not far from a breakdown. And if he continued this way, I might change my mind and help him get there much faster.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. "I'm not mad. I'm not mad,” Her hands shook as she fumbled through the drawers for a comb. “I’m not a mad woman. I can only be mad if I'm left alone. I’ll run mad if Chase leaves me. I can't be mad. No," She finally got hold of a comb there and stared at it. Her hands didn't stop shaking. They were still shaking. What would anyone think if they saw her hands shaking like that? The doctor had already told them they were chances of her suffering from mental instability, right?

His fingers had been cut and the way his burn continued to spread made me assume he had been injected with monkshood. Darwin had his eyes focused on the werewolf dying slowly before him and did not turn to look at me, "Isabella, retain him until he says something. We have to know how far they've gone experimenting with the dynamic stones or they'll strike before we know it." Dynamic stones? Sage mentioned it before he died... "Alright." Isabella replied as he turned towards the door. As his gaze fell on me, I moved back. Then I got this overwhelming feeling to run out of the room and never look back...through my psyche and I, for one, felt insane.

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.

All I feel is a suffocating wave of despair crashing over me. Suddenly, amidst the chaos, a figure bursts into the studio… a police officer, his uniform stark against the backdrop of madness. “Drop the weapon!” he shouts, his voice cutting through the cacophony like a knife. Silas, still consumed by his madness, turns to face the officer, his expression twisted with rage and disbelief.

Bon opened the door and signaled the three girls to follow him. A black hallway with glass displays on each side where shown and each glass displays had a mannequin laying on a bed that was in an upright position, 3 lady mannequins, nude and without hair was on their left side in three different shades, while on the other, there's numerous kind of jars with human organs in formalin, eyes, hearts, kidneys, tongues. Blanche wasn't stunned to see this room of Bon, she had an idea that human bodies were rotting in their mansion but she didn't expect that he had this kind of display.

me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"