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My near-death experience at the cottage

This is a story of my near-death experience at the cottage

My parents were on a business vacation and we children were not eager to accompany them. My father convinced me to stay in our cottage where we have been spending our summer since the beginning of first grade. The cottage was located in northern Sweden, in the middle of nowhere. Our nearest neighbour lived 40 minutes away and there was not much to do either. The wildlife was the only surroundings since the cottage was bui...

The Killer

Let's face it, we all have it.

It’s killing me,exacting revenge for all the times I killed it.It’s not doing it quickly, either.Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, as if to torture me,it reaps my sorrow.A cold-blooded killer,this thing just laughs.It laughs and eats away at me,like guilt,but for no reason.What did I do to deserve such punishment?I killed something precious.We all have it,some of us, too much,some, too little,some just don’t notice it.Time.T...

An Accidental Killer

Just because I'm a mercenary, doesn't make me a bad man.

I suppose you want to know my name. Fine, I’ll tell you. I’m Nick. My full name is Nicholas Michael McMasterson. Now that you know that, stop smirking and just listen to my story. It isn’t spectacular, it isn’t sexy, nor is it really that exciting, but it’s a story, nevertheless. I’m a killer. My last victim truly deserved it. He was this big dude, thought he was, anyway. You know the type, they get all offended when you...

A new life?

A poem about

A new life? Doors of a new life opening for me? I step into a haze wonder and ponder what’s new for me If I were to leave old to start anew what lies beyond? Many a times I wait till sunset aimlessly looking for no one the door’s ajar sitting silent and still I dare not move certain not to go far as death and destruction looming everywhere life is irrelevant property meaningless all decent values lost human dignity worthl...

No one ever sees me at first. I’ve learnt to blend in with the night and to mask my footfalls. It helps me to hunt my victims more effectively. I’m what most psychologists would term a sociopath or psychopath. I’ve never been diagnosed by anyone as I’ve hidden my true nature for so long. I was a text book case resulting from parental abandonment issues, being moved around from home to home, forgotten, ignored and abused.M...