Reverend Insanity Wiki Novels & Stories

And tell me, will crying bring Gregory back? Her obsession with my so-called perfection had turned into madness. Dad's face was drained of color. He said nothing, only stumbled back a few steps. After Grandpa's funeral, Dad rarely came home. On one fateful evening, Dad left too. … As the memory slipped away, an unbearable sorrow rose inside me—my head pounded with searing pain, my thoughts spiraled out of control, and the sharp, mechanical beeping beside me cut through the air like a warning.

"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

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

“They tried to snuff out a shining life here, declaring our Henry Putnam dead. Someone needs to be held accountable. They wrote that child off, resigned to letting him slip away before his destiny could be fulfilled. But sometimes we find in death . . . there is life. “They have lied to you and to me. They have always lied. I say no more!” His arms were thrust before him, spread wide as if parting an ocean. “Tonight, we took it back . . . right here . . . we have the higher path. We took it and we shall do so again, herein ever after, from this moment forth. Yea, hear me before it’s too late!” The Reverend lunged back toward his pulpit, grasping for his open Bible—

Then she pulled out a battered deck of cards, slick with age and strange symbols scrawled across the backs. Inside, the hut was choked with incense and rot. Jars lined the walls, holding things better left unnamed, eyes floating, snakes coiled in cloudy liquid, the husks of spiders. Gideon tried not to gag. “This is madness,” he spat, his voice too sharp. The priestess’s head snapped toward him. Her one good eye blazed with fury. “Madness?” she hissed. “Madness be de white man wid de black heart. Madness build machines of death, clank and scream like devils. Madness chain de babies ‘fore dey cry, breed dem like cattle. Madness call itself savior.”

“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.

“What- no!” “Then why do you wander around the woods unprotected? Why are you threatening Death? Are you reckless? Suicidal?” “No, I just...” my voice trailed off and I sighed in defeat. “You know why? It's because I'm crazy- that's the only explanation for my 'reckless' behavior and why I actually think I'm talking to the Grim Reaper. I've been hallucinating ever since I sat down in that church. I've finally lost it; the chemicals in my brain are piss-drunk and shooting dopamine like vodka. I'll wake up in the morning, moaning and clutching my head, then go home and commit myself to a mental ward.”

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.

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.

"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.