Tales Of Ordinary Madness Book Novels & Stories

I watch the other passengers settle in – businessmen in expensive suits, women with designer handbags, people who belong in places like this. I don't belong here, but I'm going to enjoy it anyway. The flight attendants go through their safety routine, and I half-listen while finishing my second glass of champagne. The plane starts to move, taxiing toward the runway, and my stomach does a little flip. This is it. I'm really going back to Nigeria. Back to family and questions and expectations I can't meet. Back to everything I left behind. The plane lifts off, and I close my eyes as we climb higher. The champagne makes everything feel soft and distant, like I'm watching someone else's life unf

“I told you that I will be back for you.” Hearing those words as the glimpse of the past is rushing back unto his mind, like it is bombarding him and slapping him of the truth from each second of his life that in this world he will never have the only thing he ever wishes and desire. He feels like it’s dragging him deep and more into madness and slowly turning him into a madman, yet a sinful one in return. Walking slowly and almost stumbling down and even falling in front of the bookshelf, a book falls beside him as it flips open and the image of the drawn hatter falls unto his eyes.

Tom could not fathom it, he was half-expecting that a lot of murderous voices will boom out of the book or a screech of writings in blood will start unraveling themselves on the book, however, the next he hear is a voice booming from his head as on that day he first touched the book; when it was arguing with him. "Okay," he could not afford to lose this moment. He had to keep focused and ask his questions so that he wouldn't go mad. It will be a huge embarrassment if his classmates hear that he was admitted into a mental home just because of reading a book. They would cheer and jeer at him, finally, he has met his doom since he will not allow books to be, acting all sainted up to make them f

asked Amber lazily. She really did not think that Harper's madness in the book Read My Mind was that bad. It could be said that Harper had turned into a book addict. Almost every day Amber could see the book lying on Harper's desk and was always in the woman's hand when she didn't have a patient. Like this afternoon. She again caught Harper reading the fictional story of Jayden Hoover, a psychopath who had brutally murdered his mother as a teenager. "Psychotic. Behavior-based on—" "I know, Harp." Amber cut quickly as she raised her hand in the air. It seemed that she regretted her question which now made Harper even more excited to discuss the story of crazy Jayden. “You don't need to explai

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

Josh POV Meanwhile, in the CEO's office of Stanley Manufacturing Corp., Josh looks so focused on his work but he seems bothered. He absentmindedly lookup and occasionally looks down at his wristwatch, like waiting for someone. ........ I was working but my mind is wandering somewhere and someone. Today is Monday but she hasn't arrived yet. Was she absent? but she did not tell me yesterday or before she was out the day before her day off. And she did not file for leave, is she suddenly sick. I sigh to myself maybe I was just overreacting. I try to put that thought in the back of my mind and focused on my work then suddenly I heard a knock on my door. " Come in", I said without looking in the

I said to him and he sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but I can't shake all this off Liam, I just can't. I feel like I'm slowly losing my sanity and it feels like someone's trying to slowly drive me mad with misery. I'm under investigation for an attempted murder when I can't even hurt a darn fly. I lost my job, my reputation that I may never get back and now I've lost my cafe and another murder case is about to surround me cause they will investigation and since I already have a pending case, they'll add me to the list of possible suspects. Tell me now Liam, am I really not cursed?" I asked, heaving a sigh of frustration as it dawned on me that I am indeed a misfortune like mom always told m

I pulled open the drawer but to my surprise there was nothing, apart from a tiny hospital book, the name on it read Lorenzo's. At first I ignored the book, shutting the drawer immediately, but out of curiosity I had to steal it for a brief read, but once I opened it. The disease I saw, made my mouth fall open. Lorenzo has IED (intermittent explosive disorder) #################

If I can escape… my baby will be my own and I will be free. Anna looks up at me, nervous, “Chloe, no one thinks you’re crazy.” That’s a lie. “Think about what happened this morning,” Tom says. Anna looks at him and says, “what happened this morning?” This must have been what Tom wanted. Now he gets to shake his head and give her a saddened look, as if I did anything unhinged or heartbreaking this morning. “I already told you I didn’t do it!” I snap at him, “Anna—”

My laughter faded, my lips parting as unease crept in. “We’ve got ourselves a psychopath. I don’t want you having anything to do with him,” I muttered under my breath as we walked inside, my arms crossing over my chest. The officers left after they locked up the new inmate. I continued my usual routine, moving from cell to cell, checking up on the normal inmates. My footsteps echoed softly as I walked down the hallway. I pressed the hallway button, and a door clicked open, the sound sharp in the quiet. I was suddenly dragged inside.