Pepper Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

My whole body itched. I suddenly saw a reflection of me on the other side of the room staring at the corner of the wall, another of me looking at the door, another laid out in the middle, another resting on the bed. Whose the real me? I finally found myself pacing the small boxed in room. How long have I been in here!? "Let me out!" I begged and kicked at the door. I'm going insane in here! I paced the room with dread of being in here. Something like this place will make anyone go mad. A sane person mad and a mad person sane. I started in a circle then, hearing my mirrored images counting to try to stay sane. All I've got to do is count to stay sane.

I heard the soft beep of the touchpad and waited for Joseph to speak, but he kept typing, so I asked, “How can you tell?” “We can see it,” said Edward through the speaking app on the other tablet. Amy breathed deep, looking for the best way to explain it to me. “If you could see the parasites, you would notice one of them seems to start like, pounding, and Price snaps and behaves like an arrogant bully. Then another parasite does it and he loses it over his meds, and so on.” “No self left,” said Ann with my phone app. Joseph was finally done typing and hit the TTS icon. “He’s been under their influence for so long, there’s nothing left of his personality. He’s but what the parasites want him

My sixth-sense was telling me that the thing inside the sack was my daughter. In that instant, I could feel my entire body fully synchronized with my brain as the adrenaline inside of me surged. I ran as fast as my body could take it. However, it seemed like they had anticipated this. When I almost caught the sack, two men appeared out of nowhere to pin me on the ground. It was useless no matter how I struggled or screamed. There were no security guards or cops on duty in this place. The passersby didn't know what was happening and all chose to stand and watch.

"What the hell? What did she do in there? Why does it stink so badly?" Marcus frowned hard. Fighting his nausea, he switched on the greenhouse lights. My body lay curled on the ground, completely unresponsive. "What are you playing at, Bianca? Get up now!" Marcus roared. He thought I was retaliating by doing something revolting to express my dissatisfaction toward them. My soul stood right beside him. I watched as his face grew more furious at my silence and thought what a tragedy this was. Mackenzie pinched her nose and cast a look of repugnance before letting out an exaggerated scream. "Oh my god! How repulsive! Did she mess with the pesticides in here? That's so dangerous!"

Pepper wored fast, in no time my head was bandaged and I felt my conscoiusness zooming back towards me. "Alright, let's go before they---" a loud bang errupted. A flash of green and screams filled my ears. Everything was happening so fast I couldn't concentrate on anything. Violet and blue flashes followed. Pepper was screaming, but my ears were ringing and I couldn't make out what she was saying. She was reaching for me when a man grabbed her hand and pulled her away. "No...no...Pepp..." I didn't finish. A hand wrapped around my mouth and a flash of bright yellow light popped.

“I don’t think so; why don’t you come on up so we can talk?” “Talk? Ha! You’ll have to drag us out of here,” she says. When I look up at Andreas, he’s wearing a grin and holding a pepper grenade. My grin matches his when I see what he’s contemplating. “Or we could just smoke you out,” he says before pulling out the pin and dropping it down the shaft.

Milk yeah that felt better almost instant the fat cutting through the capsaicin or whatever hell chemical was in that pepper. “You are such an idiot” he kept saying but his voice had gone softer now the panic fading into this mix of relief and annoyance. “Who rubs their eyes right after eating a burger with hands that touched ghost pepper sauce. Did you even wash them. Of course not because you are you. Hold still damn it I am trying to help.”

I still have so much in my life ahead of me. I cannot die without trying a ghost pepper. And other stuff. Wait a second. Is it one of my enemies? One of my exes? Is there a psycho neighbor in the building I don't know about? Oh my god, am I reliving The Shining?? Wait, but that's a hotel, and Jack is the husband. I don't even know this dude?? God Sahana you are thinking way too much.

Well, their internal gyroscopes failed, causing their motors to whine in a high-pitched frequency that sounded like a scream. The beetles that were hit went berserk. They spun in circles, attacking each other, falling off the pile. The chemical signal of "food" was replaced by a signal of "pure pain." "It's working!" Marcus cheered, coughing as the spicy fumes drifted up. "Oh god, my eyes! It burns!" "Don't stop!" I grabbed the second bottle. "Haley, load me up!" Haley, realizing her junk food was now ammunition, frantically tore open packets of pickled peppers and stuffed them into the remaining bottles. We rained down cocktail Molotovs of gastronomic horror.

I looked at him like he had lost his mind, what the hell were these men thinking, "Are you insane?" I asked as I began to get furious, "Am not insane Bitch, its either you make out with him or with me and believe me once I have a little taste of you, I might not be able to stop myself" he looked at me lustful causing me to experience fear and panic, How could they ask me to do that just for some food, this was insane and no matter how hungry I was, I couldn't bring myself to do what they said,