Reverend Insanity Novels & Stories

"Mommy, why aren't you back to be with me yet?" Tyler's eyes bulged in rage when he saw Calvin. I could guess why—Calvin was like a mini version of me, aside from the fact that he was a boy. Tyler's gaze traveled between Calvin and me. After a long silence, he pointed a trembling finger at me. "How dare you betray me and even give birth to a bastard! Tell me who the father is!" Calvin had inherited Skyler's personality. He didn't really understand what "bastard" meant, but he could tell it wasn't anything nice.

Inara’s mother cried. “My patience is running out.” the Reverend shouted, rising to his feet and pacing about. Lemuel threw his hands up, unbelieving. The rage that overwhelmed him was so powerful that if no one was there, he probably would have killed the girl and made sure that he did it slowly.

“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.

Tall white tapers glowed, casting a gentle light over two lush bouquets of roses that framed the altar. The Reverend stepped up the pulpit and began preaching on the Beatitudes, his strong, dynamic voice commanding my full attention. Usually, when I was forced to listen to a long explanation of any kind, my mind would drift. I would begin thinking about my family, or what I was going to sketch next, roaming the fields of my imagination. But the Reverend's words were entirely captivating.

“And then I knew it had gotten so bad. The perfect confirmation that you’re not my Bunny. I know he’s a chainsmoker, with lungs like chimneys. I also know that smokers are liable to die young, but maybe the world has been misled. Perhaps the manufacturers meant the death of the brain. Because Tristan has gone insane. “So karma got you faster than weed?” I tssk. “You weren’t even lucky enough to catch pulmonary cancer, and madness has caught up with you. Christ, they even call you ‘Mad-Bishop,’ isn’t it?” PUNCH!!! Copper burns my nostrils. I collapse against the headboard, choking on thin air.

We always knew there was something not right about him. He saw the folks in that church—the elderly couple who'd always reserved a seat for them, the men he'd sat alongside on the finance committee, the kids who'd played with Mark and Lily in the churchyard. They'd be shaking their heads, their own doubts and judgments justified by the Reverend's divine authority. His breakdown was now not just a scandal, but a sermon illustration, a cautionary tale from the pulpit.

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.

He was already muttering prayers in his head, even when he knew that God wouldn’t help him in that absurd situation. The booth seemed to have thousands of rooms that went on forever, but maybe it just felt like it in Sane’s mind as they felt like they weren’t seeing the exit anywhere, and that they were only walking in circles. His sense of direction was no longer working even when he knew the set-up of the booth at the back of his head.

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

"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