Stories tagged “madness”
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When All Else Fails
“There’s not much that impresses a 178 IQ,” Portia said. “Really, I’m surprised I went out with the guy at all, he was such an idiot.” I stared at her across the restaurant table, marveling at her arrogance. As thoug...
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A lost world
I crept through the dark. My eyes were throbbing with pain. My brain felt like hot water was being pumped through it to be left numb for the next few days. In one hand i held the lighter. I was holding on to it like it was my link to madness. Sanity. H...
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How Dark These Edges of Edelweiss
He loved her hair, fragile and ivory, still fair against her eggshell-pale skin. Her fingers, translucent and papery, rested gently against his own icy cheek. No matter how many wrinkles hung in the corner of her eyes, they still remained as clearly an...
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The Genius of Madness?
The former IT programmer (lets call him Sam) sat at his desk, staring at the screen. He had so much he wanted to do in life, but every time he started to develop an idea, his mind wandered onto another great idea. After many years, and a thousand tange...
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The Things That He Said
I don’t scream. I simply close my eyes and he’s gone again. Then the tears come freely. My chest is heaving and I’m sobbing loudly, but I know no one is there to hear. My nose is running and my eyes are red and my face is slick with t...
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Sapphire
It was him alright. No mistaking it. Soft blue eyes in a soft white face. He was never stern with me, always caring and compassionate. He taught me to read, to ride a bike, to dance, to be a strong woman. Everything he told me was in his same downy voi...
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yes
They turned up the music. Not so someone would notice. Enough so that she couldn’t put the next word in place. She could see the words struggling to remain intact… Failing. The others in the room never noticed anything subtle. They didn...
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To Reach, To Touch I
“You need me,” she said, looking down at him. He was tired, more than that, exhausted, drained almost past his limits. “Cassy…” he said, the beginning of the old argument in her name. “No, don’t push me away. W...
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That Creative Spark
Today, Janice was released from the beige. The Cognisceitti Mental Facility looked like nothing quite so much as the computers of her youth: a monotone, conformist box. A book of poetry had landed her here a decade ago and, when the first therapies had...
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Dear Jic, Grant, and Ron,
I wanted a tattoo. And it would describe: I am pissed off! The rest of my friends are getting jobs and acting as busy as I could possibly notice, and they got someone else to text or call, while I reread my college textbook. Business? I’ve got no...
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The Definition of Madness
They say the definition of madness if doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result; perhaps I should stop going to work hoping for that promotion.
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Debt of the Gifted
I still can see my parents’ reaction on the day the government first declared that IQ scores were to be put on drivers’ licenses. As the speeches about duty to country and the ‘debt of the gifted’ went on, the color slowly drain...
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Unchanging
The man drove his lawn-mower across his immaculate lawn in his immaculate yard in his immaculate neighborhood. He had a feeling that he didn’t have to do this, a feeling that the lawnmower was just for show, a feeling that, just like everything a...
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The Nightmare Girl
Something surged within her, and all she could think of was the face of that man. Rage bursted from her seams and she bolted off the office chair. The policeman attempted to stop her, but there was nothing anyone could do. That man, the one that stole ...
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The absence of light.
The shadowman whispered. “The wicked walk free while the righteous sleep. Are you sleeping Little Brother? I am not.” He was bright, luminescent, terrible, glorious, consuming. I was awestruck. The whisper came again through the light. “Do you wa...
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Dangerous Things
Eliza froze with fear when Jake walked into the living room. He had a knife. It was a long, sharp, nasty thing, all shining steel with a deadly edge. He waved it in her general direction and started talking. “You never know when someone’s n...
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#2 Going Slightly Mad
I could see it, mocking me in the peripheral of my vision, just standing there smug as if it owned this whole classroom. “Stop it!” I stood up and shouted as the whole class turned their bewildered eyes towards me. “What do you want?!...
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Perception
Perfection. I didn’t believe in it anymore. No matter how finely divided, delineated, or defined, it fell short. No matter how close it was not perfect, and that knowledge eats at us. It feeds on our old memories of older dreams. I forced myself ...
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Back and Back, Time and Time
Fatigue has become my constant companion, through time upon time. Other people seem distant to me now, like accessories to the surreal tableau of fantasy that is my existence. She is always there, ever present just outside full awareness. I’m pre...
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Gazing into Dark Tomorrows
The earth yawned. Pavement cracked and buckled. Asphalt rippled under strange pressures. Trees hung by their roots like bunches of mistletoe. Houses and and stores with flickering lights slid into the widening maw that opened in the middle of Main St. ...
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Schneider's First Rank Symptoms
I awoke to find myself driving down a dark expanse of road, bloody hand prints on the inside of the windows and windshield. Only a vague sense of numbness- like anesthesia wearing off- kept me from slamming on the brakes or panicking. Instead, I lifted...
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Sipping from the Cup of Madness
“I followed the maze of secrets. Along the way I uncovered terrible events long forgotten. I was a discoverer, and an explorer. In the summer of ’46 I became a spy.” I said. “When did you come upon the forbidden book of Alhazred...
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The Madness
You’ve got too many conclusions To make any resolutions So there aren’t any solutions To the world in distress That tests and destroys your fragile heart Keep your head up and never look back down They’ve made all your insides fall to pieces Know...
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Square Garden
Square Garden was no longer a quiete suburban area. It had evolved into something much more over the past few months. What was once a sanctuary for young newlyweds was now a gossiping city ran mad with spiteful rumors and tricks. The poor housewives o...
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Come Down and Play
They used to come in droves: wizards, eager to test their magic, thieves to be tested against impossible locks and traps, clerics in company with their gods and warriors, delicious warriors, rippling with muscles, bristling with swords, their armor shi...