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 Killer7 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
Serial KillerHandling knives with utmost care,Serial Killer4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The smell of death lingering in the air,
Blood splattered on everything I wear.
Motive or disease;
A quick kill just doesn't please.
The loud tortured screams,
Tears flowing in streams.
I cause quite a scare,
Limbs of my victims strewn here and there.
They scream that I'm going to Hell,
But oh, very well.
It's better than this society that fell.
I always get away,
In this game that I play,
I love to kill every night and day.
And I will not cry
Over the day I will die,
Because death and I aren't very shy.
I'll kill to my demise,
And I will say no goodbyes,
For it's in the ground where all my friends lie.
The Problems With Stories Written by TeenagersDon't be offended at the title. "Teenagers" is just my way of saying "people who write unprofessional/shallow stories." Not all teenagers write shallow stories, it just sounds catchier.... Anyway.The Problems With Stories Written by Teenagers2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The first thing I want to make clear is: I'm not talking about anything mechanical in this deviation. Grammar/spelling is important (obviously), but that point has been beaten to death by people on the internet already. My purpose, as always, is to talk about the stories themselves, regardless of the way they are communicated. Whether it be through written word or on-the-spot narration, I believe there are certain tricks to telling good stories. Not rules, mind you. Tricks.
I don't believe that telling good stories is about what you "should" do, rather than what you shouldn't. Example: people generally hate Mary Sues, right? Well, sometimes I notice things that are "like" Mary Sues, in the sense that they're equally as shallow/unprofessional ways of telling stories. The purpose of this deviat
Quotes from serial killers"One side of me says 'wow that's an attractive chick, I'd like to talk to her, date her' the other side says I wonder what her head would look like on a stick." -Edmund KemperQuotes from serial killers9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"I just wanted to see how it felt to shoot Grandma." - Edmund Kemper
"The first good-looking girl I see tonight is going to die." - Edmund Kemper
"I remember there was actually a sexual thrill . . . you hear that little pop and pull their heads off and hold their heads up by the hair. Whipping their heads off, their body sitting there. That'd get me off." - Edmund Kemper
"I am not insane, I'm just queer."-Albert Fish
final words: "Kiss my ass!"-John Wayne Gacy
"You have not caught me yet and you are not likely to. I shall keep on at my work, for I love it, and I will send you something for a Christmas box."
- Jack The Ripper
"I'm not an alien maniac, nor yet a foreign tripper. I'm just your jolly, lively friend. Yours truly, Jack the Ripper." - Jack The Ripper
"We all go a little mad sometimes"- Norman Bates
TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road jokeWhy does the Dunmer cross the road?TES - Why does the Dunmer cross the road joke3 years ago in Humor More Like This
We pretend to have interviewed some eminent minds in order to answer this question.
If the Dunmer walks five miles in one hour it will take him precisely two seconds and a third of a second to cross the road.
The road is one-way only and I await at the end of it.
Hmm, I like nasty Dunmers...
We all have to cross the road to open our mind to more knowledge but shall not step away from the path of wisdom.
The Dunmer goes where the wind blows and no road will tell him where to walk.
He must be looking for some fertile grounds to plant some seeds...
Luck may be found at every crossroad... or not!
Surely this is one more questing Dunmer adventurer, may his courage be rewarding.
Roads were made to be followed or crossed, the Dunmer deals the road his own way.
Wondrous plains of green grass, and may the moths pass.
What's the point of making up some plot if
A very TF2 Christmas'Twas ze night before Christmas, and all through ze map,A very TF2 Christmas6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a sentry was stirring,
Because ze Scout broke your crap,
Ze cap point was guarded by ze Heavy so fat,
In hopes zat St. Nicholas will bring him a hat;
Ze Sniper was sitting all zoomed in on ze Reds,
While little blue dots were aimed at zeir heads;
And ze Engie building dispensers, and I ready to sap,
Had just left ze point all open to cap,
When out in the barracks arose such a noise,
Ze Engineer shouting:
"WE GOT A SPAH, BOYS!"
Away to the spawn I ran like a bunny,
Giggling like mad, because lets face it, zat was funny,
Ze fire of ze Pyro was hot on my trail,
My ass was on ze line and I could not fail;
When, what in front of my eyes should take place,
Ze Soldier fires a crit-rocket into that mumbling oaf's face;
With a nod and a grin, looking razzer slick,
I high-tailed it out of there at once and right quick;
Ze rest of ze Red team, like banshees they'd scream,
Zey all required assistance from the rest of the team;
Apple and CinnamonApple and Cinnamon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Apple and Cinnamon
a Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magica fanfiction
by Sakura Rurouni
For Rosenal's KyouMami contest
"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a young girl in possession of magical powers must be in want of a frilly outfit."
"Oh, bullshit, Mami-san. I know that reference and it does NOT say that."
"Well, it does now." I made no effort at all to conceal my grin as I lifted the frilly garment into sight. Tomoyo, eat your heart out.
She visibly blanched, moving backwards on instinct. "W-what is that... that... abomination?!"
"This," I replied, trying to emphasize how very generous I am being, "is your uniform for the evening. Take it. Embrace it. Wear it in expectation of two days in the future."
"You're taking advantage of my desperation!" She objected, coming closer now, wincing as she took in every frilly detail.
I shrugged. "Yes, and? Beggars cannot be choosers, Sakura-san."
"But whyyyyyyy?" She was doing her best to look tragic. Little did she know that
Walk With Me: The Argonian and the LionessWalk With Me: The Argonian and the Lioness3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a chill in the night air and the smell of an oncoming rain shower over the town of Riften. The rain would be a welcome occurrence to the green and blue Argonian if not for the promise it would be freezing. He growled as the first few drops plopped onto his scaly head, signaling the real storm was not too far away. His shredded clothing wasn't going to keep him safe from the elements much longer; he required a new set if he wished to face the approaching storm. That, a good meal and a few fat coin purses to keep himself going for a while longer. Lifting items had become difficult in the homeland of the Nords, especially without a guild to fall back on, but since his ordeal in Solitude, he had no desire to seek out the one of Skyrim.
Walks-Without-Noise's stomach twisted and gurgled in hunger, prompting him to continue his search for a suitable house from which to "borrow" a few things. He shied away from the homes closer to the temple and Keep, not wishing to invo
Guide - realistic dictatorI've noticed a trend of having dictator/world-ruler/people in a position of power characters. Normally, I find these types of characters fascinating - I love hearing the minutiae of how they keep their regime in control, the cults of personality they develop, their rise and their fall ... it's one of the reasons I love 1984 so much; is Big Brother real? Did he even exist in the first place? Who is the real leader of Oceania? Unfortunately, I've begun to see it addressed shoddily and without much thought, so I decided to make a guide of sorts (more like a glorified checklist) for anyone who is curious on how to develop their dictatorial character, and to make them realistic.Guide - realistic dictator4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. Why do they want power?
I have seen this written away with, "because they want to control everyone", which is true to an extent with many historical figures who were dictators, and also fictional characters. However, this often goes much deeper than "wanting to control everyone" or "they're mad, I tell you! MAD!"
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?"
The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis3 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,
Situational Dialogue ExerciseThe intent of this exercise is for the character to react to each situation in a manner unique to who they are, or at least to who you have created them to be. Some of these situations are similar, I will admit, but they should prove different enough to help understand the thoughts and actions of characters in their dialogue from their perspective.Situational Dialogue Exercise4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Some things to avoid:
Yelling "You B#####d!" any time a disadvantageous situation appears.
The plain-face "Well s##t" remark gets old very, very quickly, and says almost nothing about the character.
Use of "Tch" or "Heh" to represent a tough guy should be sparing, at best. Watch Eastwood. The man hardly says anything at all.
Monologues are almost always unnatural. When was the last time you received a full lecture about how life works and how views are emotionally charged from someone who can't possibly have more of a hold on it all than you? Never. And yet, it happens in OC d
TES - Fiery Mountain Bold(Two Songs of King Wulfharth)TES - Fiery Mountain Bold1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Ash King
Far under the fiery mountain bold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the heart of our god
Dwarves of Resdayn made migthy spells,
Blade and hammer ringing like bells,
In places deep, where the dead sleep,
In the darkness of sixteen hells.
For peace with the Chimeri lords,
They gave two gleaming golden hoards,
They smithed with sound, and souls they bound
To wed lovers wielding twin swords.
But when the dwarves found a new faith,
They laughed in the Moon-and-Star's face.
With brass and songs in twisted tongues,
Built a golem and their own death.
Far under the fiery mountain bold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To claim our long-regretted god.
Then came the Devil of Dagoth
He spoke and said "Hear news I brought,
That in the dark, glimmers a spark,
By Dwemer hands, soon to be caught."
The Nords asked what treason this was,
Become One! (Nyo Russia X Male Reader )Female Russia X Male ReaderBecome One! (Nyo Russia X Male Reader )2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You are now running away from Anya who kept screaming you name _______!!!!!!1
Let's become one she shouted 'as she run behind you'
Nooo! I don't want too 'you look at her as you runs again'
But you must Because if you wont I will hit you with my metal pipe 'she said'
that makes you scared to her you run as fast as you can,then you reach your room.You lock the room and hide under you covers.
Oh my gosh she's really scary 'you mumbled'
Load know from the door was heard _____!!! Let's become one I said come one now.
Nooo I wont become one with you 'you look at your hand'
But i thought you like me 'she whispers' She then stop scratching your door
It's true you really like her,her silver platinum long hair and her heavenly scent of sun flower.Her voice who is like an angel.But what is the reason why can't you become one with her? you ask yourself. You closed your eyes and remember things.
She really do like you a lot,even
Death Battle: Luffy vs. PopeyeDeath Battle: Luffy vs. Popeye2 years 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
ComposedComposed2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Auri jerks out of bed for a moment and glances around the her dark bedroom, waiting for her eyes to adjust. She sits up in bed and yawns before she reaches for the light switch on her lamp nearby when she hears a sudden creak of metal outside. The Four freezes for a moment and listens hard.
She hears the creak again only this time it is fainter, sounding off farther down.
Is someone trying to get in? the commander thinks to herself as she gets out of from under the warm covers. Once her bare feet hit the cold metal flooring, she's grateful she had slept in warm clothes. The winters at this base were brutal, the captain had told her and he was right. The Four reaches into her nightstand nearby and picks up her pistol before she pads quietly across the room to her door. She eases it open and glances out. Blue eyes squint into the darkness before she opens the door.
Silence greets the Spartan as she steps out into the dark hallway. She looks left and right before walking forw
The Five Hundred Worlds of UltramarFive Hundred Worlds of UltramarThe Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Macragge Konor Prandium Calth Espandor
Iax Quintarn Tarentus Masali Talassar
Parmenio Firestorm Gathis II Newfound Lorin Alpha
Mancora Ithaka Vilamus Honourum Orpheus Prime
Cyclades Epsilon Cyclades Kappa Armato Sabatin
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 1The feminine figure laid on her bed, examining the white walls of her quarters,seeing all the pictures that crest had drew for her.On these pictures where figures,two with black banged hair, one with white hair with silver streaks,and one with a red goatee,short hair,and a sinister hell-hound smile,like that of a hungry wolf stalking its prey,getting ready for the kill.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
She turned on her back and looked at the white ceiling,sighing.She began to close her eyes as everything around her went silent and dark.
She awoke in a forest that seemed endless.The trees where all dead,gray,lowering down sometimes.She picked herself up and began to walk trying to find anyone in this dead forest.Suddenly a figure was seen,a small girl.She came close to her and reached out for her.
It was no female,it was a silhouette of a young girl.She wore a white dress,and held a stuffed bear.She began running.
The female however looked at her hand,and saw a JERICHO MK IV claw.She saw it, she was in the Shinagami a
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.
094- When trying to find a companion Star.Don't stand too close to the stars that shine the brightest.094- When trying to find a companion Star.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some day they'll burn out and become a supernova, then an ever-hungry black hole.
And you don't want to be anywhere near them when that happens.
Go for the dwarfs.
They may be small, but a heart of fire beats in all their cores.
Those are the stars that will shine the longest.
Concerning my friend with OCDI'll never wake up the way you do,Concerning my friend with OCD3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
whether in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning,
curling up in bed to hold your head because the thoughts are already twisting your mind like a hurricane
(Is the day going to make it worse?)
I'll never brood over the things you do,
your mind latching onto the very scenes that lacerate your skin and bleed you dry,
no matter how loudly you scream against it
(Shh, it just gets worse when you do that.)
I'll never dislike daydreaming the way you do,
because my dreams consist of gentle rocking seas,
while yours are filled with a constant struggle to escape the wave that's bound to paralyze your body
(What outlet will you choose this time?)
I'll never fully understand your illness,
No matter how many ways you explain it,
Or how hard you fight against it
(But I know you do, every day.)
I'll never know what you're going through,
but I'll smile the way you used to,
just in case you forgot.
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.
ODST Brotherhood prolugeWell...its been a year since reach....since i lost many friends and family,since i lost the love of my live,and...since i nearly lost my entire squad.But,i made a soul promise,i'd protect them with my life. I've had to many losses,but that ends this day.Heh listen to me rant i forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jack Christopher noeland.I'm and ODST (orbital drop sock trooper)i was a army soldier on reach....but thats past me now,i cant tell you the horrible memories i saw on that planet.Well anyways let me give you the rundown.Im a commander,and im with a unsc division thats always been known as the best of the best 1st disivion wolf pack.In second in command,and my right hand man,is my childhood friend,Dibs dubbo.He's austrailian,mean,and ready to kill the covenant,just the soldier i need for the second in command.He carries a pretty mean shotgun,its from when we where on reach,the special thing about it,is that it as tree barrels on it.He regrets what happened to us onODST Brotherhood proluge4 years ago in Settings More Like This