Sane Insanity Novels & Stories

While on his reply, Minal's eyes grew wider in astonishment. "What happened, why did you become silent, a little earlier you said that you pay back everyone's favor?" There was sarcasm in his tone. "You are insane..... what nonsense are you speaking....." Minal's face turned red in anger. "I'm totally fine, in fact, I give you a straight answer to your question. I'm telling you the way of how you can pay back to my favor...." What he was speaking to her now doesn't look like that Shah Zain is that person who claims to loves her.

That’s what they said. The sound of her laugh diminished. Germa twisted her bind arms, the pain, which seems not to bother her, unbearable cracks lingered, but her face, the expression was passive. She was breaking her fingers to loosen the rope tied, yet it never contorted—her eyes, empty sockets until her lips protruded into a satisfactory smile. It was crazy, perhaps what people usually said was true. When one tend to find themselves already having nothing to lose, when they are fuck up by life to the core, they became insane. Insanity bearing what they can do that they haven’t done before.

In what way am I not suitable for her? In this past month, Suman had been with many women in bed but none of them seem to satisfy him. Each intercourse felt delusional with Sarah’s image in his head. The image of Sarah pinned under him, bond to his bed, squirming with pleasure. A pleasure that only he is entitled to give her, as her husband. She, in his possession as his wife. But now, the image is replaced with her on Mike's lap, trembling to his touch. He is losing his sanity. Shame.

“They go insane.” Nate blinks, slowly turning to look at me. I feel it already. That restless pull, that gnawing ache. The one that started the second I woke up. It’s still there, crawling beneath my skin like fire under glass. I don’t say anything. I don’t need to. Luca sees it on my face. “That insanity,” he continues, “is either going to drive them toward each other—because eventually, it’ll become unbearable—or…” He hesitates for a moment before he adds, “Or they’ll end up dead.”

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.

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."