Pepper Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

why have u been absent u r raising suspicion The walk across the corridors felt like walking on hot flaming coal. The drivel of active classes hurt her ears and the mutters of people in the hallway were louder than usual. Every bang on the locker room was a Chinese gong and every squeak of shoe soles were nails on a chalkboard. Agatha felt all hair on her body stand on their end. Each pair of eyes seemed like it was mocking her. Even the sunlight through the window was blinding her. I’m not going crazy. I’m not going crazy. I’m not going crazy. All sensations in her body were amplified and jacked thrice: the cool air on her skin, the whispers in the hallway, the lights from the windowsills,

"AHHH! FUCK! SHIT! MY EYE!" It felt like someone had taken a molten hot iron rod, dipped it in battery acid, and shoved it directly into my eyeball. Tears poured out of my eye like a broken dam, but the liquid only carried the pepper deeper into the delicate tissue, burning a trail of fire down my cheek. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Onyx screamed in pure panic inside my brain. "WE ARE BLIND! THE ENEMY HAS BLINDED US WITH POISON!" "IT'S PEPPER, YOU IDIOT!" I roared out loud, staggering backward until my lower back slammed into the edge of the sink. "AHHH! IT BURNS! IT FUCKING BURNS!"

he observed, peering into the bags like a detective examining evidence. “Yeah.” I shrugged like making pizza at midnight was totally normal behavior. “Now? It’s almost midnight.” “I know.” I tore open the pepperoni package. “But ignoring my stomach is like being one move away from beating that impossible Candy Crush level, only to watch everything explode because one stupid candy refuses to cooperate.” He burst out laughing—the kind that’s completely infectious. “Seriously,” I continued, tossing a pepperoni slice in my mouth, “my stomach’s like those annoying phone notifications. Constant. Demanding. Won’t shut up.” His phone buzzed right on cue, because of course it did. “See? Just like tha

Pepper! “Did you add a bowl of pepper and chilli spices into this. I can't eat this Noah. You made a big mistake” I said standing up so I would go to the kitchen and make something else for both of us or for just myself. “ It was not accident and you're not going anywhere Scarlett. You must finish everything in your plate”her replied “Why? Is already bad as it is and I'm scared of stomach upset later” I said “It's your punishment for calling me a pervert. You didn't think you'll get away with that easily did you”. He said smirking at me.

She straightened her posture, cocking her head to the side like she was looking at a particularly pathetic stray dog. "You really are far gone, aren't you?" she said, her voice dropping the drunken slur for a moment of chilling clarity. "I initially thought you were just mentally unstable because of your pathetic life and the amount of pills you pop. But now? Looking at you, listening to these insane accusations... I’m convinced. You’re truly insane, Avina. With or without the drugs."

“Ignis, how long have you been doing this? How many wolves are under your influence?” Ignis stared at me with her penetrating eyes, and for a moment, I thought she would hesitate. However, her response was firm and direct. “It's not something you need to know, Zora.” Those words resonated in the silence of the den, leaving me with more questions than answers. Ignis then busied herself storing the harvested plants, her graceful movements revealing a skill honed over the years. As she handled the herbs, Ignis dropped a small red pepper. Its conical shape and pointed tip caught my attention. I picked up the pepper, examining it with curiosity. “What kind of pepper is this?” I asked Ignis.

That’s what they said. The sound of her laugh diminished. Germa twisted her bind arms, the pain, which seems not to bother her, unbearable cracks lingered, but her face, the expression was passive. She was breaking her fingers to loosen the rope tied, yet it never contorted—her eyes, empty sockets until her lips protruded into a satisfactory smile. It was crazy, perhaps what people usually said was true. When one tend to find themselves already having nothing to lose, when they are fuck up by life to the core, they became insane. Insanity bearing what they can do that they haven’t done before.

Then she hit the floor. You wake up from a nightmare. Sweating profusely like a pig. You sit motionless for a moment, trying to canvas through the fog in your head, to remember that dream but your brain fails you like a laptop without a battery. Rubbing you hands over your eyes, only to feel a hot pepper sensation while blinking like a faulty light bulb. Then you remember you had cut pepper over the chopping board yesterday for your food.

CHAPTER 89 SANTIAGO They say when madness is never just the state of one psychological state, it is the state of the heart as well. At this moment I wasn't even disputing the fact that I was totally insane. I was insane about everything, I was insane at the speed or was going at and I couldn't even stop it — I was insane about life, love and my lust. Everything looked like it was stuck in one part of my brain and I had to deal with it.

He might only get annoyed. "You should've told me you're hungry…" Ignis said. 'How did… nevermind.' Ignis took his pouch and pulled out the skewered pieces of meat he prepared last night. Mariana now believed the pouch could stop time as the meat he took still appeared and smelled fresh. Its odor would've been unbearable if the artifact was a fluke.