Tales Of Ordinary Madness Novels & Stories

I stand and walk to the map pinned on the wall, and I trace the roads with my finger, and I count time again. Too close. Too fast. Political pressure failed months ago when he stopped caring what anyone thought. Emotional pressure failed when the bond stopped screaming and started whispering. That leaves the mind. I open the safe and take out the thin folder wrapped in plastic, and my mouth twists because I know exactly what this means. Cognitive collapse. Not death. Not pain. Nothing anyone can point at and call violence. Just confusion. Endless loops. A man awake and walking and trapped inside himself.

As their tongues began to move, Henry prompted, “The stories. Begin.” Nancy’s voice was muffled against Ruby’s flesh, but audible. “I… I once shit myself… during a final exam in college,” she confessed, the words agony. “I was so nervous… I tried to hold it… I ruined my favorite jeans… had to walk out with everyone knowing…” As she spoke, her tongue worked furiously on Ruby’s clit, as if trying to lick away the memory.

It's like I've been erased, left stranded on the outside of the only life that ever meant anything. So, I drink myself into oblivion every night just to quiet the noise in my head, the constant replay of what I lost, what I destroyed. The mirror shows me what I've become. Long hair brushing against my jawline, paired with a beard that borders on feral. I've got that wild-eyed psychotic, disheveled look. The kind of face that makes people avert their eyes.

This time, he wasn't looking at the ladies or smiling with them, he was staring at him. The old man's words were now like a background sound to the king, it was like he was speaking far from him. He ignored everything around and kept watching the young guard who pressed his lips tight and blinked several times as he tried not to break their eye contact. The court ladies touched his chest and his arms, but it didn't affect Alec. His eyes couldn't stop looking at Kenneth. He was hypnotized by his intense stare, magnetised by the mysterious scar around his eye. He was known as the Mad King, the man who kills to satisfy his thirst. But now, stood a man foreign to his eyes, a king with elegancy a

But she has a deep secret from the past, when those secrets will be revealed, nothing will be the same, everything will change beyond her imagination. Misti all in her life wants just one thing and that is a perfect, normal, happy love story like her parents but she does not know that when she will fall in love her love story will not be a normal one rather it will be AN ABNORMAL LOVE STORY!!!!! A lot of danger she has to face along with the very challenging situation. She will feel the pain, betrayal, she will lose her trust in this journey of her abnormal love life.

My secretary, Francine, would always jostle my elbow to drag me out from my reverie when it was already my turn to speak in front of our board of directors. It was like my mind had always been somewhere only God knew, that no better ideas came out of it. I was always absent-minded as if I was always imagining things. I couldn’t go with my previous daily routine as I couldn’t even have barely three hours of sleep. If I ever had a chance to, I would have always been bothered by that dream. No, it was an effing nightmare.

My heart plummeted, my stomach churning with unease. No. I staggered forward. Not them. My lungs burned as I broke into a run. Please not them— Something struck the back of my head, and I was hurled sideways, my face crashing into the ground. Before I could even register what had happened, Madness’ voice reached me. “I don’t have to touch you to break you when I can simply make someone else do the bidding for me…” Madness said calmly. “And who could tame you better than your oldest trauma?”

“This isn't normal. I think you might be experiencing some kind of post-traumatic stress from the ordeal with Susan and Caleb.” I'M NOT CRAZY! PLEASE BELIEVE ME! I slid down down the door and cried. The figure hovered over me and I felt defiant all of a sudden. "No," I said firmly, feeling a spark of defiance. “I’m not crazy, Maria. I know what I experienced.” Suddenly, the walls around me began to shudder, swirling with colors that felt too vibrant, too intense. The room started to dissolve into memories, flashes of laughter and cries, whispers of betrayal, and moments I could barely grasp.

My sixth-sense was telling me that the thing inside the sack was my daughter. In that instant, I could feel my entire body fully synchronized with my brain as the adrenaline inside of me surged. I ran as fast as my body could take it. However, it seemed like they had anticipated this. When I almost caught the sack, two men appeared out of nowhere to pin me on the ground. It was useless no matter how I struggled or screamed. There were no security guards or cops on duty in this place. The passersby didn't know what was happening and all chose to stand and watch.