Sane Insanity Novels & Stories

I let out a short, unsteady laugh, some of the terror finally cracking slightly under the sheer, exhausted absurdity of the entire conversation. "You're all insane," I said. "You realize that. This entire family is completely, certifiably insane." "We prefer 'creatively resourceful,'" Jane said. "Under extreme duress," River added. "With excellent snack timing," Sammy said, gesturing toward the abandoned tea tray, which, admittedly, did smell fairly excellent. I looked around the room at all of them exhausted, battered, somehow still finding room for humor in the middle of a plan that carried real, genuine risk of killing me outright — and felt something steady itself in my chest despite eve

Under such circumstances, proud and self-reliant as I was, how could I possibly share the joy of my pregnancy with him? Ethan clenched his teeth so hard it felt like they might break. In that moment, he hated himself more than anything in the world. He raised his hand and began slapping his own face—again and again. All the healers and nurses around were stunned and quickly tried to stop him, but no one could hold him back. The office was filled with the sharp sound of slaps and the wolf’s stifled sobbing. Ethan didn’t even dare imagine that the pup he had longed for might have perished in the fire along with me.

May be we had a telepathy in between us, so he went on, “The things we do in full sanity can still go wrong. Sometimes the acts and just obeying the world tradition feel so wrong but still we do it. And no one calls us crazy. But the deeds we do without thinking. Maybe for our pleasure. Or just an instant thought. That feels just right., we end up calling ourselves crazy for that." Silence prevailed on my side. Why was he making so much sense? I swear, it was so dangerous hearing him say those things at such close proximity. To see him so close. His beauty in full glory.

My head is throbbing, and I feel like my brain will explode. On my smartphone, I read some articles about mental illnesses. Apparently, you cross the line into insanity when your mental state stops you from being able to function properly and having a normal life. By those standards, Laura is not the least bit insane. But she’s not herself. I'm the one going nuts. Day after day after day, music, movies, and other loud hobbies fill the air. She even learned to play the guitar! At night, clubs, parties, and god knows what else. I was too tired to keep up with her the last few days.

“Just tell her to accept him.” “Will you go away already?” I groaned. “You’re a parasite, aren’t you. Some worm from uncooked meat that burrowed into my brain, driving me to insanity.” “Please. You haven’t enough brains to nourish a gnat, let alone my magnificent self. Your insanity is not my doing either.” I groaned, wondering if I were to stick a hot poker through my ear if he would shut up. Maybe I am going insane. That is the only way to explain this voice named Rome in my head. Next I’m going to conjure up an imaginary friend named Paris or some shit.

He is crazy about Heer, he does not feel ashamed at all for doing such a thing, but is proud of him. This is a slightly shocking case, but a matter of extreme frightening. More dangerous than an angry person is the passion of a crazy person. And now Heer has understood that Sanam's obsession speaks on his head. This passion of Sanam has kept him under his control.

– What business have you come to me on? "I wanted to know something about our madman, Methil… - Continue… "What if Methil is right that there are these so-Called' born in the light ' on the surface of the earth?" "Of course he's right! - unexpectedly for Me confirmed trust. "In other words, almost everyone in the asylum is under the delusion that he is insane?" "No, they're right he's crazy! trust said again, unexpectedly. - Not understand… "It's simple! trust began to explain. – Even if he is right, and he is right, in any case we cannot follow the lightborn tribe because we are not adapted to their life on the surface of the earth. So he's completely insane!

Obsession for her… LOVE for her… “YES, I AM INSANE. THE ONLY SANITY I HAVE IS MY WIFE AND KIDS, AND NOW THEY ARE FUCKING GOING AWAY FROM ME. ME A MONSTER LIKE ME DON'T DESERVE HAPPINESS”… With that, he went inside the car and banged the door, hardly enough to scare his friends. He started his car and roared it on the lonely, deserted roads. His was not someone who will be weak and cry. But his wife behavior is making him weak. He is losing his damn patience with her. He won't be able to live without his kids, mostly his princess.

How true is that statement for this damned world we live in, where nameless horrors always lurk in the dark, ready to catch us, trap us, and drag us to eternal ruin. I believe that insanity is a release from the restrictive limitations imposed on us by the expectations of our culture, our race and, above all, ourselves. The madman does not care what others think of him, because what leads a person to dementia is often the revelation that the world around him is not as safe or stable as he would like to believe, that it is a populated place by monsters that lurk just beyond the thin veil of reality, that can tear apart a man's soul as well as his body and destroy his mind.