Space Madness Novels & Stories

A branch snapping caught her ear and she turned her head in the direction it came from, hoping to catch a glance of what was out there, but it was too dark. If she stayed in one spot, the thing that was out there would easily catch up to her, so she started walking, noticing for the first time she had no shoes, only socks. ‘I’m losing my mind. That’s the only explanation that fits. Alyssa and her Bitch Virus has gotten to me and I’m in the end stages of sanity.” She whispered. Another snapping branch made her jump and walk a little faster. She wondered where she was going. She didn’t recognize the area, and there were no signs.

She's always really weird, I think she has a brain disease, you put it mentally and Damn she called me by my second name. "Are you really going to ignore me while I've been talking here? Tyr!" This scream caught the attention of the students. I immediately covered the woman's mouth. "Shut up Pysche, they're looking at us now." I said and turned back to what I was eating. "Did they yell at me, huh? They're just Chismosos, Hays, you're really talking to gosh." "What's your tripping, like this!? " Irritated if I say so.

Sometimes elevated and others irritable. The second one was Schizophrenia, which caused distortions in his emotions, thinking, and self-behavior that can result in a loss of memories, suicidal thoughts, and a blurred sense of identity. Which was the case in front of her. Nyx was switching to an alternate identity. He was feeling the presence of two or more people talking or living inside his head, and he may feel as though he's possessed by other identities. Each identity may have a unique name and wants to be dominant over the other. Which prouve Dr.Jimin's information. But maybe they should kiss their luck because Nyx was trapped between just two personalities, not more.

Everything was well documented. The video concluded with a chilling threat colored in red, “You have seven hours and fifty-nine minutes left.” She was so frightened that she accidentally knocked over a mug. The spilled contents made a mess out of the bed, but she was frozen with shock to care. As the first rays of morning light streamed through the curtains and into the bedroom, Anise was completely aghast by what she was seeing online. The tips of her fingers were trembling.

"You see what am talking about? For some time now he’s been behaving like a mad man, often he’ll scratch his beard and lost in his thoughts, or do that, am losing it, Jared, what do you think we should do," a worried voice of Mrs. Jumma was heard "I think its best if we send him to a mental hospital, the dreams are getting worse each day, soon we will lose him,'' Jared suggested

until the room rings with laughter. I raise my glass when everyone else does, but the champagne tastes like ash in my mouth. "You okay?" a voice asks beside me. I turn to see James settling into the empty chair next to mine. His bow tie is slightly crooked now, and there's a genuine concern in his eyes that makes my chest tighten. "Not really," I admit, surprised by my own honesty. "Want to get out of here?" he asks, glancing around the crowded room. "I know a quiet bar about ten minutes away. Good music, strong drinks, no family asking when you're getting married."

the bartender asked. “Yes,” she replied. He nodded and left them to get her a refill. “I just ordered another dose,” she slurred over her shoulder. Scott grunted. “Wait a minute? Is she crazy or something?” the man asked with raised eyebrows. “The correct term is . . . schizophrenia,” Scott whispered. “Shit,” the man sneered as he hopped up. “Thanks, doc.” The man quickly walked away and headed for the front door. Scott chuckled as he took the seat the man just vacated.

"How we think is just beyond you." "Thank god," Zach said, laughing. "Men are from Mars, women are from Venus." "One thing I'll admit," Susan said as she and Krista strolled on past Zach. "My pussy is so wet. My thighs are slippery. All of these gorgeous black cocks," she sighed. "That's one of those things that I mentioned. I'd be out and I'd see a man, usually a black man, and the only thing I could think was that I wanted his cock, right then and there. This would happen to me in the most inconvenient places and the thought always made me wet, to the point that if anyone had really been looking, they would have seen."

I had just ended my phone call with my dad when a text message from my husband, Felix Cole, popped up. Felix: [Jasper won the gold prize in the art competition. I'm holding a celebration party for him tonight. Get everything ready.] Felix was the leader of the Reapers, a powerful local mafia. Every time he held a party, I would be so exhausted that I would feel like a zombie by the end of it.

|Ever| A hallucination of Aida's high-pitched voice claws its way out of my subconscious. "You chose your doom. I told you so." A mocking laughter follows. I shake my head, clearing it away as it echoes away into space. Sighing, I ease into my bed. It's not a big deal. Might be about the few classes I missed this month. I squeeze my eyes shut, parting my lips slightly before closing them. I can't be in much trouble than I already am anyway.