Reverend Insanity Novels & Stories

She had clearly done something that still haunted her. Jack didn’t wait a second longer. He pushed open the door separating the confessional and stepped into the dim, quiet booth. He knelt, leaned in, and prepared to speak through the small opening. Maybe this was the wrong time. Maybe he should’ve waited. But no, he needed answers. He couldn’t keep going in circles, making up theories, chasing shadows. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen,” came Reverend Israel’s voice from the other side, calm and expecting a regular confession.

She screamed as she was already pulling her trigger and then Switzer quickly bent down. And her bullet fly over his head and succeeded to the Red Corp. Switzer than gets back to his feet and then looks direct to Stella. "Not a pay back! it what will do for our selves" Stella said because she was expecting that Switzer will react. "So tell me now what do you mean by that word that you just said?" Stella asked. "Come on stop pretending!" Switzer replied why Stella stares at him and gives out a little smile. "Fuck! this guy is out of control, you need a treatment right now, like a treatment for mental issues" Stella said to Switzer.

Rex’s mind was confused, muddled and mixed with contrasting desires. He felt so stoned now. Even more stoned than he had never been in his life "Lord, I'm going to die… this is insane!" "I know it’s insane…It's okay to be insane…. And you won’t die…" she whispered reassuringly, and he could hear the smile in her voice. " if you die, I die now because the insanity has catch up with both of us… and am allowing you to be fully insane tonight… because I had long gone insane as well… so… don’t hold back… let go wild together… me and you tonight… okay?”

The commotion was such that the Reverend himself had to step out of the church and found the whole image in front of him and was deeply disturbed: Hellhounds that were chilling to even gaze upon standing by like predators waiting to have an opening to pounce on their prey and in the middle a group of friends fighting a rabid mob and an innocent woman screaming to the heavens for help. He had stood by the last time and let a woman die without any fairness of trial he could not stay put any longer he screamed from the top of his lungs "HALT IN THE NAME OF THE LORD!!!!" That got the members of the mob closer to him to stop struggling and let him through. As he walked many of the members made wa

Even better. But Selene knew silence didn’t mean surrender. It meant planning. And she was done playing nice. At exactly 4:17 AM, she rose from the chair and crossed the room to her desk. She grabbed her laptop, plugged in the USB, and watched the loading bar stretch across the screen like a slow exhale. Then a folder appeared. "REVELATIONS" Selene clicked it open. Dozens of video files. She clicked on the first one. Cherry. Alone in her room, pacing in front of a mirror. The angle was odd, almost like someone had hidden a camera in the bookshelf. The date on the video read two weeks ago.

“But you know, that’s not even the craziest part of this story.” I raised an eyebrow slightly. What could possibly be crazier than all this? “What’s the crazy part?” “The Reverend was arrested this morning for a lot of things. Organ harvesting. Theft. Embezzlement. God knows what else.” I stared at her. “You’re not serious.” “I’m dead serious.” How the hell did Adrian make all of this look legal enough to throw a pastor in jail? Organ harvesting? What the hell? “I’m still trying to process everything,” I admitted.

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