Five Minute Writing Challenge: Insanity

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So, Montiee's friend, Ben, who is an awesome guy, gave me this noun... although I have no idea if it's really a noun... but it's an interesting concept. Insanity. I don't know how this will turn out, but here goes nothing... I guess...

Without wax,
lonewriter7

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A howling cackle resonated within the halls of the asylum. The screeches of the insane. It was murderous, the sounds. They sent a chill down my spine. Unlike them, I was sane. Totally and completely sane. There was nothing off about me, but my wife thought I was crazy.

As a lawyer, she was used to getting her way. She got me put in the looney bin, along with the crazy murderers, and the drooling criminals. The sick minded freaks that they were. I sat alone in my room, just twirling a piece of string around my fingers, remembering. Oh yes, I remembered everything crystal clear.

I was sitting on the porch, a knife in hand. It was simply a tool that I used to hunt, nothing more, nothing less. Then she came out like a banshee, screaming things that I couldn't understand. I didn't know what to do, so I raised my knife in defense. Her screeches became louder and more hostile. I couldn't bear it. I ran into the house and took out the shotgun. She still came after me, her face long and sad, but I could tell the monster was scared. This monster of a wife. I shook my head in disbelief. She put a slimy, cold hand on my arm and that's when I flipped. I hit her. What else was a man to do? Scared out of your wits and totally, totally sane. It's what anyone would do.

I am completely and utterly sane, trust me.