It's A Mad World

by ThewondererArii

For in this world, everyone is mad. Even bonkers at that. And as sweet as fruit can be, you can never judge a book by its cover. *The characters are not my own. The idea of this story is. Sue if you will, you will get nothing. give it a try. give it a read, if you haven't gone mad, leave a comment.

Hello everyone!

I have been away for quite some time. And it feels great to be back.

A few things I would like to say, I may or may not finish the stories I have already. Some may be deleted. Since this is a new computer, and I had to remake my email due to some technical issues.

Any questions, PM me. Any story ideas or short story ideas you guys have in mind, let me know. I do have a few ideas running through my mind, but it be nice to see what you guys would like for me to write.

And now, On with this short little story.

She's Gone Bonkers, She's Terribly Mad!

She's gone bonkers! Mad, I tell you. For she woke up in the middle of the night. It was a rainy day, that October night. The winds blew and howled as she wrapped her nightgown tighter to her body.

She's terribly mad! Bonkers I tell you. As she gently walks down the stairs, with a candle in her hand. The house is dark, a dim light only lighting her way down.

and down she goes, down. She pauses in the entrance of the kitchen. Slightly grinning, a mischievous grin.

For she has gone mad, bonkers I tell you.

For her mother was mad, and her father was bonkers. Her mother was terribly mad, for she killed her husband with an ax. Her father, bless his mad soul, was completely bonkers, a crazy man at that.

And as she gently walked into the kitchen, glancing out the dark rainy night, she smiled a very big smile. Her teeth sharp, and eyes glowing with mischief. For she was mad, bonkers I tell you.

Her fingers danced against the drawer, where she kept her sharp knifes, her favorites one at that. And as her long pale fingers grasp on to the knob of the drawer, she laughs ever so slightly under her breath.

For she had gone mad, completely bonkers!

She watches his chest rise up and down, his Adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. For you see, he was not mad, nor was he completely bonkers.

He was a locksmith. A beautiful man at that. Nor was he bonkers or mad. He was sane. Sane as anyone could be. For she tied him up, his arms and legs, covered his mouth, so no one could hear a thing.

For she was mad, bonkers I tell you.

"Edward" she gently whispered, as she gently placed the knife to his face, sliding it down to his Adam's apple. "I've gone mad. Bonkers I tell you" His piercing green eyes, stared back at her brown eyes. For his eyes were once green, are now topaz, filled with fear.

"For I have gone mad, bonkers at that. My mother was mad, my father was bonkers. I love you, even if you haven't gone mad" she whispered to him, as she raised her arms up, and stabbed him in the heart.

Over.

And over.

And over, again.

For she has gone mad, Bonkers I tell you.