Everyone in the village liked Raffi- the friendly mongrel dog who lived near the bus station, in an improvised kennel made of wooden crates. Though not pure- blooded, Raffi looked impressive, maybe because he had gotten many of the genes of his granny – karakachan dog with a pedigree. Everyone knew Raffi and many fed him regularly so he had managed to pick up flesh. After his owner died three years ago, Raffi started roam...

I imagine it happened, something like this- though I've no clue whether it did, or it did not... Parents are gone, just brother and sister home, teasing each other like siblings do, not thinking of what would happen to both... in just a few.. He walks outside, to her apartment he knows- past knowledge- don't think he was in his right mind, still isn't- never will be ever again. Door is knocked in, or maybe they answer- th...

He shifted and squirmed trying to relieve his aching limbs. His arms hurt, his legs hurt, everything hurt. The ground beneath him was solid and punishing; it provided no comfort, no respite from the pain. In fact it only heightened his agony. He stretched, unfurling from the awkward ball he had been curled into, wincing as his muscles pulled and stretched, felt like they were tearing. His head ached and he knew, he didn’t...

There was a hand in the darkness and it held a knife. The knife had a long black handle of polished black bone, and a blade finer and sharper than any razor. If it sliced you, you might not even know you had been cut, not immediately. The knife had done almost everything it was brought to that house to do, and both the blade and the handle were wet. The person who’s hand held the knife snuck out the door and into the dark...

She stood there in the eerie dark of the room, hovering over her husband’s dead body. It’s all going to work out, Leisel. She repeated the mantra silently in her head over and over again. Tightening her grasp on the vial she held, Leisel let out a long shaky breath and chanced another glance down. She squinted her eyes and was able to see that the man’s eyes were still open; they bulged unnaturally out of their sockets ma...

There was a demon in my bathroom mirror. This was not one of those cartoon imps, with their chubby faces, and tiny horns. It was not the kind that waves its cute little pitchfork at you as it capers off to some daring, childish mischief. No, this one was a demon of the first degree. Its blood shot eyes stared through the glassy surface of the mirror, sharp teeth like tiny knives visible in it's open, screaming maw. Every...

(1/23/13) when it comes to rape - I agree for this was something that she did not foresee she wanted to have a normal life, fall in love and become a wife. to have children if and when she decided, and not be afraid or to hide it. she had been raped - body , mind , and soul and she feels she no longer has control. now this is what a rapist has in mind, and wants to be in control all the time. yet now ! you do have a choic...

And hatred then consumed my soulafter your vile unfaithful act.Revenge became my only goaland thus came my satanic pact.All that mattered was to seeyou were destroyed in every way.Crying there in agonyuntil your hair was sparse and gray.And so each day a little trick!When I served you your meal in bedI put in some arsenicbut not enough to make you dead.Just enough to make you illto make your organs slowly fail.A little ha...

“You should know I’m dangerous…” -Alesana, The Murderer.  His stare pierces her, Embedding itself in her mind. The knife was hidden somewhere, He told her that much, Didn’t tell her where, Just if she found it, she would live. He found it, Dripping red from his past, Shining in the light from the one lamp, Slicing the air… “It’s hard to believe, but I’m… having fun.” Tease her with it, Slicing small wounds. Tying her up,...

The Hunterdemonswe all have themsome sleepsome overwhelm this is from my demona hurried life rushing bybowed old man shuffles byno one looks as they pushwhy should they careif only did you knowlook into his eyes to his tortured soulthis story is but ofhis first hunt fresh young man future so brighteyes bright with an open heartschool, friends all felled with gleethen one day a letter from afarcome join protect yours and c...

Washington Heights Two men met on Bennett Avenue, New York City, a dark and dirty street on the shady side of town. One’s purpose was to purchase drugs, the other’s purpose was to sell. The buyer was a young man, dressed moderately and clean. The seller was an older man, poorly dressed, and dirty. They had been client and clientele before so there were no suspicions on this night. The young man always paid cash and the ol...

Many a debonair doctor takes his girlfriends out to eat. Doctor Lechter invites them in and tries to eat their feet. Raising a child is difficult and can take many tracks. Lizzy Borden’s derailed parents took their forty whacks. A playful, furry loving dog can pick one’s spirits up. But “Son of Sam” killed victims on the orders of a pup. Most would tell a friend in pain to take an aspirin pill. Jeffery Dahmer treated frie...

Chapter OneIt was darker than usual as I walked through the park. I was on my way home from working a double shift at the Pizzeria. The manager liked to go out for long periods of time then wait for the last five minutes of my shift to show up and take credit for things I’d done. I hated that. I hoped she got what karma had in store for her.The night was quiet. There were no birds chirping or squirrels running around look...

Author...Alan Taylor. Chapter 1 The End. Al had always believed those who beg for mercy the most probably deserve it the least, that’s why Nemski was laying on the floor now. The smoking gun still in Al’s hand and Nemskis heart pumping blood out of the three bullet holes in his chest. He smiled grimly, when it came to the showdown Nemskis bodyguards and thugs were no help to him at all. Outside the deserted tenement and o...

Thump…. Thump.... Thump…Thump. If only my heart could beat a little quieter, a little slower or maybe, just fucking maybe, stop altogether. Maybe, just maybe they wouldn’t hear me, with any luck, my footsteps would be gone, my existence washed away with the rain and any possible scent long flooded down the drain. I shook from both cold and shock, I couldn’t see anything and I was overwhelmingly glad of the subtle fact, ra...