Stories tagged “crazy”

  • Laughing vs Crying

    It was an eternal battle waged over the decision of how to react to the fate of the human race. He appeared to be the arena & crowd. His appearance was sullen, attire drab, and his stride confessed exhaustion. Despite this, he would sporadically er...

  • Through the Eyes of High Society

    Blood ran red through the halls. The new paint recently applied was ruined. The carpets would take days to be cleaned. It had been a truly dreadful murder, such a well-to-do man. That ill-mannered wife of his finally lost it, stabbed him 8 times, then ...

    • Author: musicgirl
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • All Alone With The Monsters

    Dear Sis, I know that I said I wouldn’t write again unless I was getting ready to do something drastic. Guess what? That time is now. I’ve had it with the giant eyes constantly looking at me. I’ll be honest it’s starting to driv...

  • Dreams of Madness, Nightmares of Reality

    A girl turns restlessly on the floor, unable to find a comfortable posistion. Stringy, unwashed black hair lies wreathed around her tortured face. Her once pristine gown is now no more than a dirty excuse for cloth; it offers her neither comfort nor mo...

  • Your reality is your own— [part I]

    (but you can’t just choose to be sane.) . OPPOSITE IS SAME MADNESS IS SANITY LIES ARE TRUTH THIS! IS! MINDSCREW! …just pulling your leg. . There were three men. “Your reality is your own,” the first declared, and was inspired. &...

    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Aimless-Caitlyn

    Walking aimlessly Screaming randomly Panda hats and icecream boats Singing loud in sour notes Thats just a few things that we would do Well, mostly me,but you were there too Sword fights in the road Acting like were six years old Laugh at fart sounds o...

  • The Sensation of Disquiet

    Someone had been in my house while I was away. Cups I had left in the sink had been washed, dried and put back into the cupboard. The television was now favoring the overstuffed armchair more than the couch. Shirts, hanging in my closet, were grouped t...

  • Only I

    A giggle, There they are! Scribble. They’re here! They’re here! A laugh, They’re here I tell you! HERE! Shift. Scribble. Them! THEM! THEY’RE HERE! A hum, THEY’RE HERE I TELL YOU! HERE! Twitch. Shift. Scribble. AHA! HERE! ...

    • Author: Riley
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • A Hollow House

    The door bell rang. Warped sound fought back the silence that permeated my house. For a moment I thought it would be her. It was impossible but I that didn’t keep me from thinking that everytime someone came to the door or called me on the phone....

  • The Last Freedom (Mature)

    “I don’t have amnesia. This wasn’t a dream!” It took all the effort I had left within me to not yell that at the top of my lungs. Dr. Pimsleur used his extra-calm voice to talk to me. “Karen, I think you might have had a b...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • A Letter

    There was pain. This fact was constant throughout the duration of my memory. It always harms me to recall something, usually in the general recess of my mind. It stars as a repetitive throbbing sensation, and begins to grow stronger until I am forced t...

    • Author: Seekers
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
  • Catch and Release (Day 78)

    Mattheson rubbed the lump of scar tissue where his left nipple used to be. It was hard not to whimper. The pain was old but the memory was fresh- a trio of professionals standing over him with their saws and their clamps, each taking a turn at maiming ...

  • Insanity

    I have live all my life on the brink of insanity. Sometimes finding my self in a room for no reason. I have also been told sometimes I sit staring blankly or in fear at absolutely nothing at all. Why am i like this? why do i switch back and forth so mu...

  • Nightmare Clowns: No Escape

    Anne was standing on her apartment porch when I pulled up, clenching and unclenching her fists in short staccato bursts. At the sound of my car door closing, she blanched and jerked her head in my direction. I knew she had been on edge ever since her h...

  • Lovers' Parting (Mature)

    Silently shushing myself I slow my breathing, close my mouth more tightly to prevent the scitterscat of hitched breath, excited respiration. Counting to ten works for some but not me, I’m distracted by three, I concentrate on breathing. Breathe i...

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Evocation

    “Where am I going?” I asked. “It doesn’t matter, go wherever you want. Turn on the radio and then shush.” Jim said. He had a yellow legal pad propped up by one knee, pen in hand ready to take notes. I shook my head and kept my comments to mys...