Reverend Insanity Author Novels & Stories

She needed to hear what it was about. She clicked on the file. As she listened, a cold chilling breeze of realization hit her to the core. The audio was a discussion between Phil and an unknown person—a man. It was a conversation that had taken place just before her father was picked up by the police. She began to doubt the credibility of his institution. “He’s becoming a liability gradually,” the unknown voice said, his speech a judgment laced with cold, clinical detachment. “He had found out too much about us. He must be neutralized.”

My cries are silent until the voice in my head shatters into a million agonizing pieces. "Repeat after me: 'I am not gay. I am not sinful" The words repeat, a mantra of hate, as my mind begins to blur. My brain is tearing apart, and my body is convulsing from the agonizing bolts of electricity. Make it stop! Please! The mantra continues for what seems like an eternity before it stops. I am not sinful. ... Even though I still love Pierce The Reverend finally leaves the room, and I collapse on the bed, breathing heavily.

After a moment, he continued, "You're a woman. Can't you have some self-respect? Think about how disgusting you looked when you came back last year. "Even I couldn't stand seeing you. You're filthy and sickening! If Jennifer hadn't talked me out of it, I wouldn't have bothered. You'd be long rotten!" At that moment, my soul stood right before him, weeping silently. "I'm warning you right now, Helen. If you screw up again this time, I don't mind locking you up for another decade. Maybe that'll make you learn your lesson!" He was done yelling, but there were still no signs of me. He waved impatiently at the housekeepers, urging them to search my room.

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

I can never love someone who knows nothing but aggressiveness. "That's the truth Doctor. I don't think he has DID it's something else. And I can't understand what is it." Dr. Steward sighed heavily leaning his back against the chair. "I saw his files. His tests. Everything is so different from what you're telling me. His reports are clear. They couldn't detect what mental illness he has. But after hearing your words it's obvious the reports has been misrepresented." I sighed heavily nodding my head. The reports have always been misrepresented and now I can clearly see it. Before I used to believe those reports as I didn't know this side of Lucifer but now I am sure the reports have been pres

" In that second, all the color drained from Mildred's face. The light in her eyes flickered and died. Ignoring her hysterical curses, I turned and left, humming to myself. … A few days later, the courtroom was packed. The city was intrigued by this bizarre case of a "mental patient accidentally murdering her lover". As the key witness, I took the stand while Mildred's attorney desperately tried to use "insanity" to excuse her crimes. When it was my turn to speak, I didn't even look at her. Instead, I faced the judge and jury, then slowly said, "Your Honor, before I present the facts, I'd like to tell a story that lasted ten years."

I said calmly, "I'll say this once more—you and I are not married, Tyler. Legally speaking, you're dead. That's why it's none of my business who you want to marry." Tyler snorted. "At least you're not completely dumb. I wouldn't have needed to flee abroad if you hadn't insisted on marrying me back then. I've been in hiding for the past seven years!" That explained everything. He and the driver had been in the same car, so how could he have died when the driver had gotten out alive? It had just been an excuse for him to make his escape. He was still the same old scumbag. He thought too much of himself and was utterly irresponsible. His mother, Mary Gould, had fainted on the spot upon learning

My jaw clenched, and I shut my eyes briefly as her trembling voice pushed through the speaker. She stood her ground, told him off, then walked to the door only to find it locked. He just sat there, laughing, like he was watching a joke play out. Then my call came through. I pressed delete permanently. “Keep the memory card,” I muttered. My voice came out flat, deadly. I walked straight to the reverend, who was now sitting like a fool, disheveled and pretending to be clueless. “So, you were going to add sexual harassment to your long list of sins, right?” I said as I sat down across from him. “You already have a sin associated with that butcher of a doctor—what’s his name again?”

But nothing about this gesture screams to be anything but…. Infact if I were to overlook the fact that my address wasn’t now public knowledge to God knows who I would have found this lovely gift of his moving and thoughtful… It still was! Fuck! I definitely should start panicking right? It’s the sane thing to do! But I guess I was never a sane author! None of my characters were anyway! Instead they mirror each and every one of my own dark desires! ITS A HE! It’s definitely a he!

"The contradictory nature of your statements and the blunt declaration that you are just there." "I am insane, Perer." "We all are insane in our own way to be honest but, sometimes, the thin line between madness and insanity is creativity." "True!" Uncle Max intoned. "Creativity!"