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Part 3 of my ever bizarre series!
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He sat in the room, handcuffs on his hands, in a chair, waiting for the people. They said the men would be with him shortly, but it seemed
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His thoughts stopped in a screeching cacophony as he realized that he was not being followed at all. He was being met.
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As always, I go into detail. Graphicwise. Gore, more..etc. Not for the faint hearted, I guess.
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Instead of hitting him... they made card houses.
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There's something wrong with Sam... At least Alex helps out.
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A short story told from the perspective of a paranoid schizophrenic.
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Down at Berrie’s Lake, there lived an elderly woman, who had long ago lost her mind. Her hair was snow white and her skin was a dark papery
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He is like death upon her bed. He will not go.
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I didnt feel 'normal' from the moment I woke this morning, I instantly felt an undeniable sense of unease and axiety in the air. I knew som
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A rap song lyric-sheet dealing with possible insanity.
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Silence. Drake stared restlessly up at the white washed ceiling and sighed.
by BlackRoseFalling
600 words, 16 comments,
on Apr 10 1:36 PM. In Axe, Blood, Crime, Death, Gore, Hmm, Horror, Insanity, Murder
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The rooftop, a mixture of shoe trampled gum wrappers and summer’s cigarette butts, carried the metallic scented silence that perched betwee
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Sometimes writing contests can be so grueling.
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Alice, a rather attractive young woman, murders criminals and perverts in her spare time.
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Stone cold and dead, his image still haunts her daily. As she tries to repress the insanity, the phone rings...
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A dream. That's all it was. It was just a simple little walk. That's all it was. Getting a little exercise. My little boy, blonde hair and blue eyes, walking in front of me with the dog. Such a beautiful little boy he is. Onl
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Each time I washed my hair, the dye blemished the sides of the bathtub with a henna-red, atomic violet-crimson blush. The seeping gave me
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Nothing will ever compare to the moment I first murdered someone; the way the blood spurted out.
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The origins of the Joker.
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It is not for my benefit that I write these precious words which consume me.I have no choice.The pen in my hand moves methodically.
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The griffin suddenly dove down swiftly, landing in front of the vampire; screeching loudly the griffin swiped at him as Scarlet jumped off of his back madder then hell at what he had convinced her to do with him, but mostly m
by Lord Dagwood
1400 words, 1 comment,
on Oct 5 7:55 PM 2008. In Blood, Dark, Fantasy, Fiction, Hunter, Insanity, Kiss, Orchard, Tragic love, Vampire
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The night Keri died, I lost my twin and best friend. 1
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no murder here but next chapter will have lots
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I was lucky, killing three straight times and not getting caught. All in different states so the police made no connections. Very lucky, Very insane. Bad combination for my victims, good combination for me. 1
by storyofmydeath
200 words,
on Aug 6 2:51 AM 2008. In Dark, Death, Depression, Family, Horror, Insanity, Murder, Other, Pain, Tra
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It hurts from time to time when I walk through the graveyard at night and see some of that girls friends. I never did learn her name. I think it started with an "M". Anyway most of the time her friends are just there chatting
by storyofmydeath
300 words, 2 comments,
on Aug 5 10:56 PM 2008. In Dark, Death, Depression, Family, Horror, Insanity, Murder, Other, Pain, Tragedy
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She should have been nicer.
by storyofmydeath
200 words, 4 comments,
on Aug 5 1:22 AM 2008. In Dark, Death, Depression, Horror, Insanity, Life, Murder, Pain, Personal, Sad, Teen
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"I heard you caused trouble again." I watched as the white clad woman stepped into the room, taking a seat before me. Her sky colored eyes
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My thoughts1 / Are so tangled up2 / Caught together3 / In a web4 / Of seclusion5
by Friesian
200 words, 7 comments,
on Jul 15 3:16 PM 2008. In Blood, Crimson, Dark, Deep, Insanity, Madness, Poem, Poetry, Red
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Voices in your head aren't always a bad thing.
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And Lenore, her sister, was free, again, and forevermore.
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Who am I?1 / The one without the reasoning,2 / The one3 / Whose thoughts4 / Have long been
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Lost eyes looked up into God, seeing nothing other then blissful insanity. Or was it really all that blissful?
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I save them in a box under my bed. Buttons. Ah, let me guess, you're wondering what’s so special about buttons? Well, I’ll tell you! These buttons come from other people, the people I have watched. I will walk down the abando
by QuestionSleep
500 words, 4 comments,
on Feb 26 11:16 PM 2008. In Crazy, Crime, Dark, Horror, Insanity, Jthm, Murder, Nny, Other, Strange, Weird
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The needle pierces my skin and then,
Lights out.
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My mind twists and churns so fast that I am stumbling to keep up with it. I rock back and forth faster and faster until the demon that sit
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Her wings fluttered silently in the wind, stark black fairy wings that sparkled in the bright sunlight outside of the Hobby Lobby, where we sat on the trunk of her car, eating from a box of captain crunch. She wriggled sligh
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As I stood here, once again remembering that fatal crash; I can still hear her screaming. Can still feel the blistering heat from the plane engines. Her leg crushed under a thick peice of steel, the flames climbing higher and
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