Sane Insanity Novels & Stories

I am sure that all biological sciences would agree with me that it is completely impossible, yet a part deep inside me feels like he’s telling me the truth but I am a person of logic, not instinct. Logic says that I am delusional yet Hull brought up a good point. Those suffering from such mental conditions don’t realize what they are going through to be abnormal. So that I doubt my senses and sanity is proof that I am sane…right? I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose. I can’t believe what a mess my life has become. How am I going to function if I can’t even determine what’s real or not?

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

he said his eyes glistening. I nodded about my head vigorously trying to think something but my mind was totally blank. Thing which keeps me sane? Calms me give me comforts? What's it? I closed my eyes trying to remember something. Suddenly Joshua's face came infront of me, how he cares for me, he concerns for me, tell me what's wrong and right, his presence calms me, he comforts me when I need it, he-he is the one who keeps me sane. I opened my eyes and stuttered out "Y-you it's you who keeps me sane."

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.

My mind spirals with a million thoughts. I feel like I'm going to go insane.

He’d been down here slumming it for who knows how long, and now his sanity was being questioned. “Are you all crazy? Can’t you see... I mean, it’s obvious...” He didn’t want to say something that would make him look as insane as he felt. His eyes were darting around, looking for something. A face who would see reason? He returned his maddened gaze to Marv, leaning forward.

For some reason, I felt like he was being straight with me. "Yeah. Afraid so." "Then what is it?" I whispered. Somehow, I knew what he was going to say. "Eventually, we all go insane." There. He'd said it. I was a psycho. I could feel the truth of his words. I'd rather die than go insane. "Is there a cure?" My voice wobbled. "No. Afraid not. But there used to be a certain individual who could temper it, kind of take the edge off, so to speak. Unfortunately, she ran away."

But my jokes and sarcasm are ridiculous, truncated, vague, lacking in self-confidence. But that's normal, because I don't respect myself. Is it possible for a person who enjoys awareness to respect himself? Hit him from here and there with this rope This time I'm standing on the threshold of madness with no shame.. I stand at the gate of madness and look at the world of the conscious mind behind me somewhat hesitantly, then I made the decision with difficulty, so I voluntarily stretched my feet to cross the gate of reason into madness.. Madness! They say that a madman is someone who has reached an unprecedented stage of soul transparency to the point of

“You’re insane.” “So I’ve been told.”