The Darker Side Of Nonsense Novels & Stories

"What made you say that?" Jane almost felt like she'd done something wrong. She looked back and forth between her three friends and each of them nodded his or her encouragement. "Well . . . we keep wondering why this 'dark thing' wants to drive people nuts as if . . . as if there's something else that comes after. We didn't see these crazy people turned into something or picked up or used to rob banks or anything like that. They just go crazy, and at some point they die," she added. "What if driving them crazy IS the point? Maybe whatever this thing is just wants them insane."

Bipolar Fact: Between the phases of 'mania' and 'depression', there is a phase of 'psychosis' which is a condition where a person will feel alien to their world and have hallucinations-or have ideas that don't make sense. ******* Morana's eyes widened at the beautiful woman in the painting, without realizing it, she walked further into the room, even though she didn’t have any idea what’s room was this. She was stunned by this beautiful human masterpiece. Who had painted all of this?

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

In my previous life, Zane had not had the chance to really show his 'sickness'. The witch circled his room, chanting away and tossing mud and salt everywhere. Zane could not take it and started hurling anything he could find at her. She barely dodged a lamp before she finally called it quits. "Your son's got something wicked in him, and it's not just the blues," she said with a dramatic gesture toward the potted plant on the balcony. "See that? That plant's wilting because it's too close to your boy and whatever's haunting him. It's sucked dry of life, just like he will be if we don't act fast!"

He leaned forward and smirked. I looked at Nicolas from the corner of my eyes and girl, he was looking directly at us. That blonde in his arms, was blabbering and giggling at something but he was listening to nothing, on the other hand throwing daggers at us. His eyes became dark and jaw clenched. "Time to make you feel what I felt, Mr. Grumpy Criminal." I murmured under my breath and broke the eye contact with him. "Did you say something." The stranger asked.

A trick of the eye, or the light, whichever it is. My wolf scoffed, but kept quiet. Tatum led the way. This time, I followed him with my eyes open. There were a lot of doors he opened and a lot of turns, sort of like an underground maze. Huh. Strange. I wonder why it was built this way. I don’t remember taking all those many turns on our way here. Shaking my head, I pass it off as something that just slipped from me. Maybe I didn’t notice it since my eyes were closed.

I'm so sorry, I regret it, I shouldn't have agree to this. I fucked up again. I could feel it. That wasn't an apology. ‘’Listen rowan, I don’t give a fuck about you or your stupid relationship situation or what so ever. Don't drag me into your shit and certainly don't carry me to your bed. Don't even come near this room when you are drunk or out of your mind. So Rowan, you and your bullshit can go to hell. The door is over there and open, you can certainly make your way , I’m sure you can.’’

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.