Sane Insanity Novels & Stories

he said. “I gave you your space—” “You didn’t. You called me all the time. You stalked me. You had people following and watching over me.” He shrugged those huge shoulders of his. “Again, I believe we’re saying the same things.” “You’re insane.” “Insane? I’m not insane.” He smiled. “Insanity is the state of being seriously mentally ill. I’m in love.

My whole body itched. I suddenly saw a reflection of me on the other side of the room staring at the corner of the wall, another of me looking at the door, another laid out in the middle, another resting on the bed. Whose the real me? I finally found myself pacing the small boxed in room. How long have I been in here!? "Let me out!" I begged and kicked at the door. I'm going insane in here! I paced the room with dread of being in here. Something like this place will make anyone go mad. A sane person mad and a mad person sane. I started in a circle then, hearing my mirrored images counting to try to stay sane. All I've got to do is count to stay sane.

"Are you insane, bitch! What is wrong with you?" "One more word from you and I'm gonna pull out two of your front teeth! How sick can one be? A cousin in love with her cousin! Are you insane?"

There are two circumstances that lead to arrogance: one is when you're wrong and you can't face it; the other is when you're right, and nobody else can face it. Am I right for what I have done? Well, in that sick twisted way that is not about losing everything, I feel that I can justify my actions. But does this not just make me insane? See, we all have three different people living inside of us every day…who you were…who you are…and whom you will become. And right not, my road to whom I will become is riddled with insanity.

Regan could only shake his head slowly while a faint, wry smile touched his lips as he rounded the car to the driver's seat. No wonder Alexzandrei Constantine was known as a madman. It was a title worn not with shame, but with a certain perverse pride. Regan had seen it for years. He had seen the effortless charm that could disarm a roomful of sharks, the disarming gentle look in his eyes that made people trust him implicitly. It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath.

My Not Sister Hiro I’m crazy. I know I’m crazy. Everyone knows I’m Crazy Zen—and not in the chill, meditative, herb-sipping way. Insightful as my brain forces me to be—in the most disturbing, inappropriate, and irrelevant ways—social awareness and cultural norms didn’t exactly get installed during the reboot. I’m fine with it. I really am. At least I really was before this.

“And you’re right. I don’t think anyone on this planet could handle what she’s gone through and live to tell about it. Let alone kept their sanity.” “Is she?” He looked up at me. “Is she what?” “Sane?” Hector hummed. “Yes. All too sane. She’s sane though for what she’s gone through, not sane in the sense of everyone else. Her normal thought process is based on what she’s been through. So her sanity may be someone else’s insanity.” I looked down at him and he was eyeing me. “Just as you and I now function in a sane level, which might seem insane to others.”

Gets louder and louder by the moment until that insanity finally comes to the surface, as he screams laughing in between the following curse words. “Sanity? Oh, please! Tell me all about it as I do not know a damn f****** thing about that s**** word. Insanity? Oh, hell yes! That is me and is all about me. I love that word as I love the ring unto it as it pays me to laugh this way and turn my life in this perfect living hell, I never believe I could ever have. Damn those f****** people and in my original world who did nothing but to step unto the weak and take everything of what they think they can just because they are rich and powerful. Damn is this life which I hated and love, as I love ga

me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"