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.

“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.

I can’t believe Danny loved this kind guy! “So, you’re in?” he asked and smiled. I groaned and walked away. I went back to the group and sighed. “So, you're in?” the principal asked me the same question that dimwit just asked earlier. I nodded my head submissively. “Great!” They walked out, leaving me with Ian. I turned around to face him and he was smiling. Yes, I admit. I like to sing but I’m not ready to face a crowd again! “Stop smiling, you dimwit. I’m still pissed.” I said and walked out.

"Reverand, I need your help…" Simon spoke on the phone for quite a long time and in forty minutes, a light-skinned man dressed in a long white cassock came in and found him alone sitting on the chair conversing with Queen as if he was crazy. He didn't see him come in. The reverend stood behind him and listened to his monologue and was baffled, "What kind of faith is his! Surely the good Lord will not abandon him!" He meditated and tapped on him, "Son!" Simon jolted,

He nodded and then cupped his arms so she slid an arm in it as they walked towards elevator. “Are you enjoying the movie?” “Well, I could barely understand the language ma’am.” “We call it pidgin and please call me Harmony.” “I apologise Harmony but I really don’t understand this whole pidgin language.” “You may not understand. The movie is called Altar Ego. Do you believe in inner demon Ichabod?” Just as she asked that, he stopped walked and then faced her. “Inner demon?” “Yea.” “Well, do I believe in it?” He asked himself as he felt Odin snarled while he and Harmony walked into the elevator, “I think I do believe in it more than most people do.” He said finally before the door of the eleva

A priest waited ahead, eyes lowered, as if even he didn’t want to witness this. The ceremony began in the middle of that cold stillness. The words sounded distant, hollow, like they didn’t belong to me. My hands trembled, my heart pounding so loudly I thought everyone could hear it. This wasn’t a wedding—it felt like a sentence being carried out. As the priest spoke, I leaned slightly toward him, my voice barely a breath, breaking as it escaped my lips. "Please… don’t do this." Only he could hear me. but he ignored my plea . i know he can hear but he didn't listen. god please stop this I don't want to be with him please god but seems like god also couldn't hear me or he doesn't want to hear

"Yes, he is. He's one of the best in the field, so don't worry, Victor. I'll make sure he comes up with the best treatment plan for Mildred." "That's wonderful news!" I exclaimed in a voice full of mock relief. Then, right in front of the lead psychiatrist, Samuel Miller, I fired a barrage of questions at him. "Thank you for being so kind, Mr. Weaver. Which hospital does this specialist friend of yours practice at? Would you mind showing me his medical license and board certifications? After all, I wouldn't dare leave Mildred in the hands of some unlicensed quack, given how serious her condition is." Hank's face flushed deep red. He sputtered for a long time, yet failed to get a single word