Pepper Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

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!"

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,

I want to finish my dinner, and it spoils my appetite… "Nonsense! "Born in the light" is your disease! They do not exist, because on the surface of the earth it is impossible to survive! – denied one more person in the dining room from the tribe of "Born in darkness". "Have you forgotten that there are only sandstorms?" There is no life, there is only death… "Exactly! trust agreed with his subject, and everyone in the dining-room took notice of him and rose from their chairs. – Put Bromide into the room for the mentally ill! Let a psychiatrist deal with him…

--- Ines Ines’s voice cut through the tense silence like shards of glass. “No! You can’t! You won’t! He’s mine! Mine!” She spun, pacing erratically, her words a fragmented litany of threats, pleas, and hallucinations. Her eyes darted from one shadow to another, seeing things no one else could see. Objects rattled; a vase tipped over and shattered. Raphael lunged forward. “Ines, stop! Calm down! Please, listen to me!”

Amanda's POV~ "Some people can really be so dumb" I complained as I put the AC on full blast with the remote on the glass center table. "For Christ sake, who confuses pepper with paprika?! I clearly said to use paprika, so why.....! Hmph!" I sighed as I took deep breaths to calm down and clear my head.

Smiles and Pain. Peace and Chaos. I wonder how a person can smile despite the pain he or she is feeling. I wonder how can there be peace at the center of chaos. How can they do that? Why can’t I do that? “Faster, Fely. We’ll be late!” I snapped out from my thoughts when I heard Ghale’s voice. I run towards her and smiled. “Let’s go. I’m excited.” I said, but she just sadly smiles at me.

Someone did not want her to win this competition. Martha and Silas returned. Their hands were also empty. "Truly, the special ingredient is not there again." Silas said. He lowered his head. He could not look Sophie in the eye. "How can we prepare the peppered beef if we cannot find the pepper?" Sophie asked. "I…I do not know." Martha stuttered. "We have to change the dish." Sophie said. "Now?" Martha asked. "Yes." Sophie replied. "We have to do something else with this beef."

Papá said. On his other side, Max had already dumped too much pepper onto his bread and sneezed. “That’s because you never listen to me,” I said automatically, even though my eyes stayed on my plate. “That’s because the pepper is jealous of me,” he said, rubbing his nose. “Pepper does not have time.” “It does too,” Issa said. “Everything has feelings.” “Not pepper,” Max said. “Especially pepper.” Papá lifted a hand before the debate could turn into an ideological war. “No peleas con la pimienta. Eat.”