In The Mind of a Serial Killer Some would call me crazy. How could that be?Those people had it coming! Why? Because of how the looked at me!In The Mind of a Serial Killer6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The first one was a mistake, yes. Yes, a mistake. She looked at me like I was some, some animal! So, I pushed her. And down she descended, down the stairs of an empty hall.
But, something happened! I got a feeling, one that had been missing most my life. Bliss, that I could control someone else's life in my very own hands! Watch the fire go out of their eyes! Oh, and how much joy their screams have brought me! Ha! They all deserved it!
How could you call me a monster? If anything, I am an angel!
Art is what it is. All the ways I have killed. Drowning, cutting their hearts out while it still beats, cutting off their fingers as they scream. The last two are my favorite.
Best of all is the fame! E
The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will keep you safe.
I will keep you company.
Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.
And from that point on, I never left your side.
Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower,
Requiem: Death LettersRequiem: Death Letters4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leeds is the first awake. Shadows of his dreams still echo in his eyes when he paces into the kitchen and startles her.
"You're too quiet." She smiles.
He doesn't. "Did you sleep?"
"I couldn't," she says.
He just nods. She pours him coffee. He drowns it in milk and sugar. They welcome the morning in companionable silence.
"I wanted to be there for him." It's a whisper. He stares at the coffee mug in his hands, seeing something very different. "I saw him get hit. I wanted to be there so bad. I would have gone in, but Vance held me back. Probably saved my life.
"Zack." He stops, almost overwhelmed, then forces himself to go on. "I would do anything for him. I would die for him. But I couldn't be there." His eyes are rimmed with tears.
She lays her hand over his.
Leeds wipes his face.
Fortitude And Faith“Nileas!” Ausrius bellowed again. He could find no trace of his fellow, even with his enhanced senses, and helmet overlay. No trace of the daemon either.Fortitude And Faith3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He surveyed the cavern again, slowly re-examining all the corners. He checked the load in his bolter, and advanced, weapon at the ready, continuing to scan in visible light, infrared, and wireframe overlay. The ripples and folds of the tunnel played tricks on the mind, casting odd shadows and concealing entire caverns behind seemingly solid formations of stone.
“Nileas,” he voxed again. “Brother, do you copy?” Likewise the dense rock played havoc with the vox net. He had no contact with his squad commander, or Imperial forces on the surface, and, up until a quarter-hour ago, only intermittent contact with his battle brother, and that plagued by static. Now it seemed that too was gone.
Death Battle: Luffy vs. PopeyeDeath Battle: Luffy vs. Popeye1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was calm as a massive galleon cruised across the ocean's surface, its lion-head bowsprit and straw-hat wearing Jolly Roger noticeable anywhere. From its deck, one could hear merry music from a fiddle, and the members of the crew either singing or dancing along to it.
Joining them in the festivities was the captain of this ship known to all as "Thousand Sunny". That captain was none other than the famed Straw-Hat Luffy.
The song came to an end and the skeletal fiddler took a bow, his art complete. If he had a proper face, he would have smiled at the cheers.
“WOW!” Luffy said with a broad smile, “Play it again!”
Yet as the crew celebrated, a simple-looking steamboat was coming across their path up ahead. At first, the crew paid no mind to it. That all changed because, just when the skeleton
Golden OpportunityGolden Opportunity3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Kyouko, open up."
Her mouth opened in a yawn. I forked a piece of french toast, covered in a slight sheen of maple syrup, and held it over her mouth as she yawned, letting the syrup drip down onto her tongue.
She paused for a moment, then her eyes opened wide. "That was sugar."
"I brought you breakfast in bed," I said as I sat by her side, smiling. "Good morning."
"You are the greatest," The redhead replied as she took the tray I had in my hands and placed it on her own lap, plate of french toast and all. Now that she was sitting up and wide awake, I stood up and pulled open the curtains.
The sun had already made some progress across the sky. It was already ten in the morning, and way later than I would have normally been around. Kyouko must have noticed, but she was too busy scarfing down french toast to ask me immediately.
"Mami-san," she began, licking the syrup off of her fingertips. "Why are you still here, anyway?"
Zombie Country. Chapter 2.Zombie Country. Chapter 2.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Should we all go?" Splash asked.
"No, that'd be too dangerous." Vex sighed, he looked at Arya and then her body, Arya gave him a look and Vex caught it.
"No, no, maybe you should go because you're smaller." Vex suggested and Splash scoffed.
"But she's a female!"
"That doesn't matter. She's smaller so she has less a chance of being seen and-," Vex started but Splash cut him off.
"I don't care if she's smaller! I'm smarter!" Splash hissed.
"If zombies go after her, she probably has a chance of slipping between small spaces and getting away. Or even hiding." Vex hissed and Splash folded his arms.
Arya opened the back of the truck, the streets were deserted and a few of the shops windows had been smashed open. Vex handed her a large bag, "Just incase you find anything. Just get things that you think we'd need."
She slipped out of the truck with her bow in hand and the bag strapped to her back. Vex and Splash watched her as she pushed open the stores door gently and slid inside.
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
Small Problems Ch.1 (USUK)Arthur dropped the final ingredient into the simmering clear potion. The lock of blond hair fell from his palm and disappeared with a soft plop.Small Problems Ch.1 (USUK)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Finally, America, you'll see." he muttered to himself as he heaved the pot off of the flame and set it down on the cool stone floor of his basement. He then went upstairs and grabbed the old-looking phone off of its hook. He dialed, and waited for someone to pick up.
Alfred whipped out his phone, quickly throwing it in between his shoulder and ear, as he started to madly press on the buttons of his Xbox.
"Y'eeeeeeeello?" he replied, as an explosion sounded loudly in the background.
"Alfred, at least greet someone properly over the phone if you cannot do it in person!" Arthur snapped.
"What!? Dude, i said 'hi,' what else 'ya want?!" Another explosion sounded, and some gunshots as Alfred cursed loudly.
Pinching his nose, Arthur took a deep breath. "Would you like to come over for a drink?" he asked as calmly as he could.
The game immediately
Pokemon: Broken TiesPokemon: Broken Ties3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Broken Ties~ A Pokémon Fanfiction
(Note: This is the canon Pokémon game universe (G/S/C/HG/SS), but the characters are older. Gold is fourteen and the Kanto trainers are seventeen or so.)
They still see each other sometimes, of course- periodically, occasionally, just enough times to assure Green that Red had not killed himself yet- but it was almost as if that with each passing day, the gap that was between them grew ever more wider than before.
It had not always been this way of course. Once upon a time, they had dreamt of the whole world- two little kids with a girl called Leaf, the closest of friends, united by a common dream: to be the greatest of the great, to etch their names in history. To be champions, all. The question of who would be stronger never arose- it was a topic that they never really talked about or thought about.
What hadn't been in the planned agenda: the break in their friendship bought by too many issues
The Passionate Angel - Part 1The Passionate AngelThe Passionate Angel - Part 17 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The stars glittered across the night sky as the lunar light shined down upon Jacob and Angelica. They were sitting atop the peak of Beacon Hill on the soft, cool grass. It had grown colder since they first got there a half-hour ago which is why Jacob had his jacket wrapped around Angelica in addition to his own arms. It was silent since people rarely traveled this area which gave the couple the privacy that they so desired.
Stop that, said Angelica, giggling as Jacob nibbled gently on her neck. He slowly moved up her neck, kissing her neck as he rose and began nibbling gently on her ear. I said stop, she said again, still giggling. Jacob stopped and let his head rest beside Angelicas, his arms still holding her tightly in his arms. There was silence for a few seconds and then Angelica turned her head to face Jacob.
Learn to loveLearn to love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her head resting in the hollow below his shoulder. Her legs bent, lifted from the bed as she sighed. His arm wrapped around her, holding her safely against him. She smiled, looking up at him as he spoke, his hold tightening occasionally as they lay together. She'd always loved when they could do this. Lay on his bed together and forget the world while they shared their problems.
They understood each other; their words, their actions. It all made sense in a way neither could comprehend and neither would give up. She rolled, curling into his body as they continued to talk, relaying their days, as was usual for the two. Not able to help herself, she smiled and kissed his cheek gently before nuzzling into his neck.
He chuckled but leaned into the touch, resting his lips against her hair as she stayed curled into his body. They continued to lay in silence after they'd finished purging their emotions, content to lay in silence, the last words they'd spo
the god that was never therethe god that was never there3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i watched a man speak once. he told of the stars, planets, and people- and how they all came to being. some people say a picture is worth a thousand words, but no one ever gives the worth of words that create images. he created images of blackness- of a non-existent identity.
he told me about the birth and made very clear that it was the only beginning that ever really existed. he said, "the creation of something is the start- and nothing happens before the start. there is no god to shoot a gun or shout, 'go'". there was no time- and time is really the only living thing to this very day.
my head collapses inwards- my eyes explode with small white lights and swirling colors.
i have seen people wearing beige sweaters and carrying meaningless charts, and they always seem to win at life. i see you become one of these people- your dreams are rotten, and your hope is only there as a survival tactic. i used to think that i knew you, and you told me what you thought right.
you spoke about life
Wake UpWake Up3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The shadows are getting longer, the light is getting dimmer. The big light is going to rest, leaving a fiery trail behind it, until the world goes dark and the millions of eyes of the sky begin watching.
Now, it is time to wake up.
The moutains of sand are still warm when they leave their refuge, under the distorted trunk of an old, decrepit tree. The ground - which can look almost as white as the big light under it's hot wrath - is now a blueish purple, and the silver circle, the one that brings the comfort of darkness, takes it's rightful place among the eyes of the sky. It is now that they are active, and when the hunting begins.
They touch each other, in an act of intimacy that is not allowed for anybody else. Making soft calls, they reaffirm their relationship as monogamous partners - in this endlessly vast landscape, there are not many others to mate with anyway. This is their first year together though, and fortunately she is already about to lay her first clutch of eggs. The ha
The Morning FrostThe Morning Frost2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Morning Frost
Men have often come to fear and believe in what they cannot see. This invisible omnipotent force is a driving factor within the existence of man. This ideal motivates man; it creates a feeling of duty and belonging. This ideal can cause great justice, or can blind a man into a blunt instrument.
The Great War had ended in 1918, yet it lingered within my mind. Night after night, I would terrifyingly reminiscence men being shot and their blood being splattered. The scarlet drenched ground in Johannesburg flashed through my subconscious during slumber. The mighty and destructive trenches and the men I had attempted to save. For each man I failed to save, my hair would turn a silvery white hue. Until my head was as silver as the metal itself.
I fell into a great heap of depression and began drinking. The liters of whiskey washed away my sorrow for an hour. The crestfallen pain would damper my disposition for the remaining twenty three and even the omnipotence of alcohol co
The Town named Owl CityOwl City is a small little country city near the ocean. It's mayor is Adam Young, a shy yet kind man who is the one who built this humble town. We don't have a very large population, about eh...a couple thousand people. But everyone is very nice and will gladly greet any tourists who come.The Town named Owl City3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The weather isn't just sunny, cloudy, rainy, and stormy. There's beautiful vanilla twilights, snows that contain peppermints, alligator skies, and on some nights, meteor showers, kamikazes, a helicopter moon, blue lights that are surprisingly fuzzy, and shooting stars that shine the night. You can even see galaxies in the sky clearly that other places couldn't show even with a telescope.
Now Owl City is an ocean town, isn't it? So it must have a beach. And indeed you are right, Owl City does have a beach, Umbrella Beach is it's name. Why is it named Umbrella Beach? Because everyday, there are many umbrellas on the beach, even if the day before had no umbrellas. If you look out the horizon, you may se
Piano Man He could hear Sarah warming up in front of the microphone, her small, soft voice rising and falling. The din of the waiters and servers setting up the many tables in front of them echoed behind her; the grating clatter of silverware wore against his ears.Piano Man4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He turned his attention back to Sarah. So much clearer, so much more pleasant... His shoulders, which had been tensed, relaxed, and he ran his fingers over the piano keys reverently, letting the background noise fade away.
And a pure, clear note from Sarah cracked.
His hands stopped over the keys, turning his head slightly and shifting on the hard piano bench so he could hear her better. Sarah had recovered beautifully, falling into a lower note and continuing the scale as she had been doing, but he could hear the small tremble in her voice, the quick gasps of breaths between notes. There was silence, for a moment, after Sarah finished the scale, before she began to sing again. She was determined, he was sure, to shake off
The New World Pt.4The New World Pt.44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello Guys/Girls. Please comment on what u think of this story. If you like it I will hopefully finish it and then try to make it into a manga.. don't know who im going to do it but im going to try. So please comment on this and let me know. Thanks.
The New World Pt.4
So, I just began my journey into Felarya. For the 2 days I have been here ,not so bad. I met a ghost and her dead body, she also gave me a amulet that WILL save my life. So yeah, Ima continue my journey to the river.
I started to figure out how to get out of the fields of "grains". Before I can think of anything I herd thunder. It didn't sound like any regular thunder thou, it was like hit after hit after hit nonstop. I ran for cover. I turned around to go back to the cave, but it was gone. I looked around and saw what I saw when I first came here, nothing. I started to walk to where I think I would find something, at least a tree of some kind. As I was walking the ground started changing.(not as in shifting more as in th
Raptor Jesus' Bible.In the Beginning, God created the heavens and the Earth. And we all know the story from there.Raptor Jesus' Bible.6 years ago in Humor More Like This
In the Period of Cretaceous, God grew distasteful of the Dinosaurs' wicked ways. (Actually, after a few billion years He was royally Bored and wanted to screw with the most intelligent life-forms available at the time.) So he descended unto a Virgin Raptor and made her lay a single egg.
This was long before anyone ever figured out the connection between mating and babies, so no one really gave a damn.
God commanded the virgin raptor to name her son Jesus. And so she did.
Jesus hatched, and his hatching was marked by a volcano erupting and wiping out the nests of nearly all other raptors. When He realized this, he promptly ran away and wandered in the desert, living a raptory life for 18 years, until he turned 32.
Raptor Jesus returned, gathering Thirteen followers of all species, and they wandered around doing stuff, fighting evil, and saving Prostisaurs. (That's their story and their stickin
Things I can't do at Hogwarts120 Things I am Not Allowed to do at HogwartsThings I can't do at Hogwarts6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Compiled by PsychoDemonFox
1. Calvinball rules are not to be applied to Quidditch.
2. Professor Snape does not like anyone cutting, styling or even touching his hair.
3. I will not set off Dung Bombs in Professor Umbridgess office.
4. Nor will I release Bludgers in her office.
5. I will not sing the Manah Manah song.
6. Nor will I sing the Banana Phone song.
7. And I will especially not sing the Time Warp song either.
9. I will not sing during class.
10. Or in the halls.
11. On in the common rooms.
12. I will not sing, period.
13. I am not to mock the teachers.
14. Especially when their backs are not turned.
15. I will stop drawing rude pictures of the teachers.
16. I will not ask for Dragon meat at mealtimes.
17. Nor will I ask for Soylent Green.
18. Wizards chess is not to be reenacted live.
19. There is no such thing as Pokemon.
20. Or Digimon.
21. I will refrain from asking Harry Potter ho
The damage you had done"I run a mount to meet youThe damage you had done3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I knew the storm had come
I felt the rain on your face
And the damage you had done
I know what you're thinking
This will never be the end
And when the storm is over
You won't see me again
I felt Tempest before I saw her. She wasn't in control of herself, that much was certain. She didn't know the true extent of her powers. I tracked her disorganised thoughts though the city, trying desperately to block out the people around me. The constant background hum of life. I knew I would be too late the moment I felt the first drop of water on the back of my neck but still I ran.
Tempest knew it would be too late too. I could feel her panic. Her frustration. Her guilt. I thought the guilt was the worst until the screams came.
The silent screams. It feels strange to describe an emotion as a scream, but there really is no better way. It was painful. The confusion of the masses. The calm of the insane. The curiousity of the innocent.
I turned the corner and s