Reverend Insanity Author Novels & Stories

“If that’s not insanity, then I don’t know what is.” He scoffed, his frustration rekindling in response to her explanation. “So, you think I’m insane because I offered to help you get back at your cheating ex-spouse? That’s a pretty flimsy reason.” She shrugged again, her expression unapologetic. “Maybe it is,” she conceded. “But, I still stand by what I said. You’re indeed insane, and you’re proving it quite well.” His jaw tightened at her response. “I will never accept that I’m insane. What I am is intelligent and cool, and that’s not insanity,” he retorted.

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.

Finally I swallowed and managed, “Are you kidding me, Bobby? You’re not actually gonna . . . ” Bobby shrugged as he continued to flip through the book. “I dunno. Looks . . . well, looks kinda interesting. Dad said this Reverend McIlvian was something else last night at church. Sorta makes me wish we’d stayed to check him out.” Astonished betrayal pierced me, but I covered it with my usual sarcasm. “C’mon, Bobby. Told you. Guy’s not any different than any other pastor or missionary or speaker that’s come through in the past ten years. It’s all the same bullshit we’ve heard before. This guy’s just flashier. It’s an act, Bobby. An act.”

His reflection in the mirror was that of the scared-weak Ichabod. “What exactly were you thinking fool?” He grunted at himself in the mirror. “Do you really think you will lock me away tonight after you kept me away during the day?” Ichabod who was in the reflection looked sober. “Don’t do anything stupid Odin” “Oh do shut up! You are nothing but a weakling! You and I both know that I can’t touch her yet!” “Yes but we both know how clumsy and impatient you are. You can do anything to sabotage my relationship with her!” Ichabod shouted in Odin’s head angrily.

He read in silence, his expression growing darker with each page. "Jesus Christ," he finally said. "Dad is actually insane. Like, genuinely, certifiably unhinged." "He's not insane," Isabella corrected. "He's calculating. Every letter, every action—it was all deliberate. He knew exactly what he was doing." "Which makes it worse." Christopher set down the letters like they were contaminated. "Insanity could be excused, treated, understood. But this? This is just evil. Cold, methodical evil." Agent Torres arrived within an hour, another agent in tow. They examined the letters with professional detachment, but Isabella could see the impact in their eyes.

"Listen, you madmen! The Apocalypse is now! You will see what your flesh was hiding! You will find out what is beyond the horizon of the soul! Do you think you can avoid a fair trial?! You will not earn the Kingdom of heaven for any merit other than that of the Supreme Father! You will return to your homes, but you will not be able to claim salvation! Salvation is in God, and God lives in thoughts of him! Sergey Petrovich looked at the patients, orderlies, nurses, and doctors in complete bewilderment as they listened to the madman's sermon with reverence. - Nurse, what's going on here? Why haven't the patients taken the pills yet? "Because it will soon be over, for the cleansing is near," re

Still too calm, like it didn’t care about the noise inside my head. I walked up the short steps and pushed the door open. A faint creak followed. The hall was empty. Just candles burning, pews quiet, shadows dancing against the walls. It smelled like wax and something old. Something sacred. I moved toward the back, heading for the Reverend’s side office. That was where grandma said he would be. My fingers tightened around the food container as I knocked softly. No answer. I knocked again. Then the door opened. He stood there—Reverend Thorne. Tall. Calm. Collar tight around his neck. Eyes too steady. Like nothing in the world could surprise him.

“Hey, tell me JK, do you want to learn how to revive the dead?” Flooded with those words as his mind is full of those swarming thoughts that make him shiver in the excitement of how wrong he was then, yet how sinful and stupid he is now for thinking and deliberately swarming into the see of sin where he could never turn back. Yet, he does not have any remorse or guilt to do so knowing that what lies at the end of the tunnel is his wish to be granted. He laughs menacingly as he embraces his insanity, for the thing that he desires, and the only thing he ever wanted right now, is the very taboo they all claim and call.