Stories tagged “insane”
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The Tree's Key
With a reach that seemed to stretch every muscle and tendon in his body he reached for the key. It came away in his hand and he sat deeply, silently, attentively within the old avocado tree, on a low, horizontal limb, ensconced by so many shades of gre...
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Incident
I recall one frightening experience while riding a unicycle. One day, I was cycling across the roads to dog-training school when I saw a troupe of circus performers on motorcycles. Believing I could out-do them, I challenged them to a race. They repli...
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I Can't Stop Myself
They took me away. I’ve left. Gone away. Disappeared. Vanished. I’m no longer where I was, I’m in a new place. I’m stuck in a cell. Locked up, pinned down, held back, chained to the wall. It’s not that different than my pa...
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A Real Concert
The crowd went wild. They threw their hands into the air, praising him. He loved every second of it. He left the microphone, leaving them wanting more. He walked around on the stage, listening to them cheer his name. It was orgasmic. He stood there for...
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listen...to the violent silence
She was watching him, waiting “You don’t know,” he started, “the silence, its killing me inside. I’m dying. The silence, isn’t it affecting you? Or am I the only one going insane?” The coffee was now resolved to a ring at the bottom of hi...
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Pulse
I write and write and write and hate it and backspace and backspace and backspace over and over and over and none of it ever sounds right. I’ve got so many thoughts running through my head, but none of them clear. It’s like my mind is so in...
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Dear Man In The Fitting Room Next To Mine,
Sorry if I was bumping into the walls. It was a struggle. .
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Two Lonely People
The office was full of pictures of a short, bald man standing next to his victims- mostly dead deer. I had passed other rooms on my way to this one, and their walls were covered with pictures of family and smiling patients. I know everyone in Hollywood...
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An Intercepted Letter
I think I have seen about a dozen psychiatrists since I moved here. Hollywood is a mean place. You’ve got insane paparazzi chasing stars through red lights, nearly hitting pedestrians, and making my life a hell of a lot harder. My medications don...
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The White and the Water
Grinning devilishly she tipped the glass over and watched the water rush across the white table surface and to the edge where it dripped unceremoniously into a small pool that swelled and splattered by the foot of her chair. This was entertainment at i...
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I do what they tell me
The voices have always been there. Maybe I’m crazy or maybe they are real. The results are real. I had no choice but to do what they told me, they just wouldn’t stop. When I try to sleep is the worst, whispers like a distant TV you can̵...
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Pervalsk Mental Hostpital: Nikolai Kirmasov's Journal, 3.10.2063
They tell me I need to keep a journal. Write what you feel, they said. But I don’t feel. I suppose I should start with something about myself. My name is Nikolai Kirmasov. I am 17 years of age. At 13, my parents were captured and tortured as spie...
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Hello?
I hear them again. Mom said it was just my imagination but I can’t turn it off. I imagined the TV and pressed the button but the people just stayed on the screen. They talk and I can’t see them. I open my eyes and the TV is gone I can’...
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The Horrifying Truth.
Into an empty room I stared. Four walls. One bed. One girl. A long white box, imprisoning me inside its own hell. Often she’d come to me. Piercing my innocent mind with the horrifying truth. Draped over her skinny body was a dress. It did not fit the...
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Duck Hunting
I zipped up my duck suit, and put on my trainers. It was time to go. “Right. When i say go, run as fast as you can, i will try and shoot you with this double barrell shotgun, if i hit you, i win” Derick shouted, with a manic smile slathered...
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Duck Hunting
I zipped up my duck suit, and put on my trainers. It was time to go. “Right. When i say go, run as fast as you can, i will try and shoot you with this double barrell shotgun, if i hit you, i win” Derick shouted, with a manic smile slathered...
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Sarah-Susan-Something
She was going mad. It was a verdict that they took great care in announcing, delicately choosing their words to lessen the blow. They spoke it almost inaudibly, shifting their feet and wringing their hands as they avoided her gaze. Her laughter jolted ...
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The Woman
“When you can no longer trust your instincts, that’s when you worry” Two weeks after their lovers’ quarrel, and she had not appeared.He looked for her in the arts and crafts room.The attending physician’s office.The waitin...
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Words.
I need you weak. I need you vulnerable. If I could make you fall in love with only my words I’d write forever. Let each word drip from your lips. If my words have no effect and do not bring even a small flutter to your stomach, I’ll keep you only i...
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Chthonic Creatures
Her breath was heavy and her heart pounded. As she sprinted she could hear the faint presence of the bodies behind her, their voices hissing angrily, “You can’t escape,girl!” She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. The voices sang in...
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More Questions than Answers
Alice shook her head in disbelief. Apparitions don’t just happen, and that was a fairly realistic hallucination. About as realistic as a floating, talking, purple cat can be she supposed. Alice settled into her corner and tried to sort her though...
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Rain and Fire
The flames jump, iridescent forms leaping from their metal prison. They burn bright greens and blues, consuming the paint inside of the dumpster. Bits of ash and burning paper float hauntingly through the air; a strange contrast to the writhing flames ...
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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. &...
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Your reality is your own— [part II]
(but you can’t just choose to be sane.) . (continuation) . So… Are you sane? Or rather, do you think you are sane? —But of course, you say, for this conversation would be impossible otherwise. Hmm. Does a sane man know he is sane, and does a ...