Semblance Of Sanity Patreon Novels & Stories

"Is it the kind of something that requires me to punch a cosmic entity, or the kind that requires me to sign paperwork?" "Neither. It is the kind that makes me want to crawl under my desk and pretend I am in a different profession." She pulled up a holographic display. "The baby Utterance's song has been stable for seventy-two hours. The Absence is resting at twenty-six percent. The First Dreamer is dormant at ninety-nine point nine. All good. All expected." "But?" "But the Supernatural Ledger's deep architecture is showing micro-transactions that do not correspond to any known entity. Tiny. Barely detectable. Like someone testing a lock with a pick so thin you can barely hear the scratching

“Aw, and here I was hoping the ‘sir’ would stay. Yes, I’ll get it, but we need to discuss the problem that thing presents.” “That is not the problem. The dickwad is the problem,” Beth says with her hands on her hips. Again I felt that nice warm, fuzzy feeling. “You’re both right. The notebook and Kirk are the problems. Which is why I want to at least destroy the notebook. Kirk, I will figure out what to do with later.” “So you don’t think you’re crazy anymore?” Matt asks. “Is one every sure they’re not insane? How can we really know what we experience in this world is the actual reality of the situation?” I ask back.

It felt like a place to heal. Sabatine was running diagnostics on their perimeter sensors, a constant, soothing ritual. Anton was on an encrypted satellite call with Jessica, his voice low and steady as they plotted the legal and financial reconstruction—the “post-blackout narrative.” The first trickle of funds was being unlocked, creditors cautiously re-engaged. The empire was on life support, but it was breathing.

he mused like wasn’t threatening a kid. “Have Damien carry him, that should work” Nathan suggested, snapping his fingers “I’m a genius, how didn’t I think of this earlier?” Jane chuckled “You’re more like a psychopath than a genius Nathan, maybe a bit of both” she added when Nathan glared at her. she stood up carrying Harry, and went in search of Damien, or rather his clone. She found him sitting at a table and staring into a blank space like he always did. Jane found it strange, knowing that the real Damien would never sit so still or look at nothing all day long.

What happened to you? She got diarrhea last week and didn't go to work, and now she's acting weird. I'm having second thoughts on advertising her to my doctor. "Why don't you tell me so I don't call my psychiatrist?" "Okay, okay." She put her hand up in surrender. She walked again on the front like a turtle and had the audacity to sit on my table. She removed my name "Architect Sabrina" from the side before looking at me. Before she could land my name on the table, I snatched it from her hand. She didn't even care and just laughed. This woman is the only known creature who carelessly bothers humans. She didn't know how hard it was to put "architect" in front of your name.

He placed his elbows on top of his knees, held his head using both hands, and shut his eyes tightly. “What to do?” Shun mumbled multiple times. He doesn’t have that huge amount of money for his sister’s surgery. His savings from his work these past few weeks didn’t even hold one-eight of it. What should I do now? Shaine’s life will be in danger if she won’t have the surgery soon…

Theo was late. For his own gathering, something that he organised and he was late! Everyone was here except for Cassandra and Marcus, they were here for a brief moment to drop off Jameson, but they said they had their own arrangements they had to attend to. I sat with Azani on my lap and Jameson as we conversed about what people their age talk about. Here I was with my two favourite boys, talking about Transformers. "I think sissy is Optimus Prime," Azani said as he played with his toy figure.

The warmth of acceptance in the room and the shared struggles made it a haven of sorts, a place where I could admit my vulnerability without judgment. "Mila, care to share?" said Chairperson Grace, her voice gentle yet encouraging. Mila awkwardly glanced around the room, her eyes uncertain, but Grace offered her a warm smile. Mila was one of the most challenged among us. She struggled to stay sober, her longest streak being a mere two weeks. Yet, deep down, I believed in her resilience. Despite her setbacks, I knew she was putting in the effort, and whether she believed it or not, we all knew she'd find her way to recovery.

"Don't worry. Today was an anomaly. Mr. Zane will never let something like this happen again." Dr. Sander snorted in exasperation. "You just admitted tonight was an accident. Can you guarantee there won't be a second or third accident?" Paxton pressed, "What are you trying to say?" Dr. Sander replied, "I'm worried about Xander, about him being manipulated, about him losing his rationality. He can be good to Abigail, and he can give her the best the world has to offer, but he can't lose his sanity or disregard his own safety for her."

If one of them is paying attention on me, he might be noticing the panic and sweats on my forehead and neck. My head was spinning around and I felt throwing up just remembering how he simply slit his throat as if the man said something unpleasant. I held the side of my head when I went to the other way where I can go home. It was already dark and ominous, but I still tried my best to get my sanity. “And where do you think you’re going?”