Reverend Insanity Novels & Stories

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.

That was why Bartholomew had come to plead with Sebastian without any regard for his own pride. Sebastian frowned as he listened to Bartholomew. He shook his head and said, "Mr. Haye, please forgive me for being direct, but it's impossible for those who are insane to have such symptoms. They're either consistently insane or will suddenly be completely cured. It wouldn't be inconsistent. "Mr. Ballard, do you mean to say that…" Bartholomew looked at Sebastian in shock. "Perhaps it's Vacant Soul syndrome. Only those who have this condition act like that. When his soul is back in place, he'll be alert. When it's lost, he'll behave in an insane manner," Sebastian said very firmly.

the man asked Bryce. Rever was drunk and couldn't even stand on his legs straight. He was enraged to hear the man's words and prepared a fist to throw at him. "You stinking pig! F***ing fat a*s!" blurted Rever. "I am so sorry! He is just drunk. I apologize on his behalf," begged Oriel, coming to make him stop. She supported him to stand straight and apologized a few times.

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 Reverend added after a moment of reflection. "So, it was all a warning. Then how's that? I can't get it. How would the killer execute his plans?" Reign inquired with confusion. Even I was confused as well. I have this feeling that the bible passage had nothing to do with the case at hand. "So far, I can't think of a connection of the passage to the murder that will happen. But I have to say I am fascinated with the idea. It's like the Da Vinci Code," the Reverend replied with a small smile on his face, the wrinkles around his eyes were showing.

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.”

"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

“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.

“This broken mess.” > “She’s… untouchable,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. “…and I… I am nothing.” The room fell silent, save for his shallow, irregular breathing. Outside, the city continued its hum of life and business, but inside, Revan had reached a mental precipice. A man who had once wielded power with confidence now faced a collapse the world could never understand—a fall brought not by competitors or financial loss, but by obsession and unyielding pride meeting a woman’s unshakable strength.

He seemed completely out of it and was speaking incoherently as if he had lost his mind. "That damned woman almost crippled me! I hope she dies! "I didn’t report her to the police after she ran me over, but she didn't even bother to call me to check on me! I hope she goes bankrupt! Bankrupt! I curse her in the name of everything. I hope she goes bankrupt! "I'll place a hex on her! Bankrupt!" His repeated chants were turned into a joke online. "You've lost it! You should see a psychiatrist." "Someone, please tag the director of the mental asylum."