Okay, folks. Let's get ready for the third edition of this contest! Since Ixzion won last time, he has chosen this contest's theme:

INSANITY

The entrants must make a story of no more than 250 words dealing with this theme before the deadline. I wish you all luck.

True story: I eat pizza while my wife watches Hannah Montana. She is sleep deprived and cranky. Dumb chick flicks make her happy for some reason. We have an old cat that craps every where. I want another slice of pizza. I need to get the laundry. She has to go to work, so I don't think she will get to finish the movie. Now she thinks the movie is dumb. I could have told her that. It's Hanna Montana after all. I'm getting tired of it. It's so predictable. Thank God she's decided to fast forward though most of the dumb parts. Too bad it's not all of it, then I wouldn't have to watch it. The plot has the same glaring hole that superman does, except with superman, Clark Kent actually kind of DOES look different. God this is shlock!
My brain hurts. Yep, this is doing the trick. I'm officially going insane.

Lisa and John were inseparable. Lisa was the brainy half of the duo – she did all the thinking. In fact, she suspected John could not think for himself at all: every time John tried, terrible things would happen. But Lisa was also shy and introverted, and had a lot of trouble speaking her mind. This did not afflict John, who was outgoing and not afraid to tell everyone around him about all he could muster at the time.
This did not bode well for the duo, for people started avoiding them because of John’s weird manners. Lisa realized this, and she tried her best to tame John. But John was stubborn and he wouldn’t listen. He only got worse with time, and Lisa started having fits of melancholy. John took pity on her, and decided to listen more carefully to the advice she gave him. But he was too impulsive.
The years passed and no change was to be had. John and Lisa didn’t communicate well between each other anymore. Lisa would criticize everything John did, and he would blame her for not stepping in. Each one was useless in the other’s eyes, and other people had stopped speaking to them at all.
Eventually, the situation became so grim that Lisa threatened to leave John. But she could not, since she existed inside him.

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I always seemed to have the habit of misinterpreting what my friends say, and in turn, they think I’m crazy. Can you blame me, though? New words and phrases are invented every day, and I just can’t seem to keep up with it. One day, after school ended, I ended up sitting next to my friend, Jason, and I asked him about his future plans.

“Man,” he said. “I want to be caked out, son.”

“O…kay,” I said, a bit confused. “I’ve got this leftover chocolate cupcake from lunch today. Maybe this can help you take your first step.”

Jason looked at me with bewildered eyes. “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you? I want to be rich, dummy!”

A few moments later, Jason’s ride came to pick up him, while I pondered over the meaning of his phrase.

When I finally got home, a nice dinner was awaiting me: grilled chicken, brown rice, and my mom’s famous rice pudding. The first few minutes were silent, so I decided to break the ice.

“Dad,” I said. “Have you ever wanted to be ‘caked out’”?

“W-What the hell are you talking about?” he asked.

“My friend Jason told me he wanted to be caked out when he gets older, and I thought it had something to do with pastries. Am I crazy?”

My father chuckled a bit. “You’re not crazy, son. You do, however, have a crazy friend. Now, eat your grilled chicken.”

“Okay, dad,” I said, smiling.

250 words

It is a wonderful day to have a picnic. Lizzie though. Sandra is having a lot of fun too.. She was the only thing that brought Lizzie happiness, her beloved daughter Sandra.
“Mom?” Lizzie also noted it too, the man running toward them.
“Come here Sandra” said Lizzie. She wrapped her arms around Sandra and lifted her. “Everything is going to be fine.”
The man stopped in front of her, panting.
“Please, help me! They’re after me! The men in white, but I’m not crazy!”
“Mom…” whispered Sandra. Lizzie started patting her back.
“Shhh… everything’s fine.” Said Lizzie. “Sir, you’re scaring my daughter. Please leave.”
“But they’re after me! I haven’t done anything! Please… you don’t know what is like to be THERE! I can’t go back! I… I also have a little girl… please…” the man started crying.
Then, Lizzie remembered when they took away Sandra for a while.. People say parents can do the craziest thing to be with their children, and she believed that didn’t make them mentally challenged. As she thought that, she could make the silhouette of two men.
“Hide behind that bush. Now.” said Lizzie.
“Oh thank you!” answered the man, as he hid.
“Good morning Lizzie”
“Good morning Dr. Albert, Dr. Larter. Isn’t a lovely day?”
“Indeed it is. Have you seen Dave, it’s time for his meds” said Dr. Albert.
“No, I haven’t” said Lizzie, still patting the back of the doll. “But I’ll let you know if I do see him.

A man is restrained against a wall in a dark room. He's been there for days. He's feeling weak and dazed. It's starting to show... and smell.

A man in a suit walks in, letting in a bright light that temporarily blinds the restrained man.

"Here's some food, brother."

"Let me out of here."

"I can't do that. You killed your wife and daughter. If you weren't my brother, I'd have turned you in."

"It wasn't me. There was something else in there."

"The vault was sealed, brother, there was nobody else there."

"There WAS something in there... have the police investigate. Please brother."

Tears roll down his cheeks. The man in a suit stares blankly, trying to contain his emotions.

"I don't know what I'd do... without you... if the truth... if you were really... I-I just don't know..."

He drops a tray of food.

"I'll just keep you here. Until..."

He leaves the room in tears, unable to continue.

Until I can handle it all

167 words.