Letters From The Looney Bin (Book 1)

by Thatcher C. Nalley

I do not scream out loud any more, but on the inside… the screaming never stops.

This has become a chess match with death. Each move I make is crucial. I must make them think they are dominating the board. I play the pawn. However the game cannot last forever.

evil is on the outside and will only infect the inside if you let it.”

If most people owned up to their own insanity maybe the rest of the world would be diagnosed with sanity and we would lock them up for not fitting into our society.

Why do you suppose they feel the need to get something out of me? What does it matter to them? How funny that they have made that so important to them.