Posthumous RevengeThe shrinks talked it over, labelled her a ‘dracophile’ and said she had been taking a stand against the centuries of misrepresentation. It seemed as good a reason as any to unleash a flamethrower on the St. George’s Day parade.Posthumous Revenge7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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People often ask me if I'm proud of myself. They ask how I can live with myself, with the things that I have done, with the people I have hurt, and such. They often write nasty things to me, as if I'm going to read any of it. Those people make me laugh. They call me things like “monster”, but that ain't true. Sure, I hurt people like an art form, but that doesn't mean that I have terrible parents or that I have no social life. I only really do the things I do for the hell of it.
They're all just mad at me because of the things I did to that retard who can't spell, or that faggot who likes to talk about himself and his boyfriend too much, or that slut who got herself drunk and naked on camera, or that freak who draws those stupid ponies. Can you really blame me though? They were all asking for it, and hey, I wasn't the only one who targeted them. Say what you want but I'm not the one who slit
Insanity: Part 1 Have you seen those horror movies recently? Or those classic documentaries on the television such as The Haunting that are only there to run a chill up your spine? I have as well… countless times in the past, but I still find all of it to be pointless garbage. There is no feasible way that the dead could have any sort of contact with the living. Souls don’t just find some attachment to something that they endeared while they were alive, and then animate that object with the very essence of their spirits. No, not at all. They just move on. Either these spirits happen to stroll across the light of salvation or they find eternal damnation. That’s the end of it. It’s not supposed to be anyone else’s problem.Insanity: Part 123 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Do you know what I do believe in? I believe in mental illness. There are madmen in the mental hospitals who will mumble to themselves about how they have so obviously seen a spirit haunti