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There used to be two farmers. As we all know farmers live like 20 miles apart even if they are neighbors. So even though the farmers are neighbors they don’t see each other that much.
They HATED each other so much. But there was one thing they had incomin. They loves to hunt. One farmer has a black dog and he walks with his dog to the forest. But the other takes his very tall car.
Well the two farmers decided to go hunting on the same day without knowing it.While they were walking down the rode they happened to see each other. They both started to curse at each other and yell. The Balck dog obvisouly took his owners side and started to bark visously at the other farmer. “, Shut up you mangy mut!” yelled the other farmer” Shut up!” ” My dog will bark when ever he wants to you old hag!” yelled the owner. ” Oh really” said the farmer.
The farmer then reached for his gun and shot the owner. As the dog saw his owner fall to the ground he started to bark even louder and show his sharp teeth!
The farmer said ” He can bark all he wants huh, well i’ll fix that!” The farmer now shot the dog and happily saw it dieing beside it’s owner. With no regret the farmer went hunting anyway.
That night while the farmer was sleeping he heard scratching at the screen door. He opened it and saw nothing. When he went back the same thing happened. ” Faget wind!” said the farmer as he then heard barking.
He decided to ignore it but the barking drew closer and louder like when the dog was barking before he died. When he looked up from his bead he saw nothing but he started to get bit. Then scratched and soon before he new it he was dead.
That morning the police found him dead. But they found no scratch marks or anything. All they found were big,huge puffs of black fur covered over him.

I can hear them in my head, the voices. They’re everywhere inside and outside of me. I can feel them in me, taking control and never letting go. So much like the shadows only they hold no comfort for me. They torment me; inside they make it hard to breath, to cry, to do anything unless they say so. My master my controllers my lovers.
I can scream and grab my head in pain. The torment will never leave me it will always be there inside me watching feeding off me like a parasite that controls you over. I can curl up in a ball and hide in the dark corners begging for the shadows to come and rescue me but they can only get so far. Before my blessed lovers will stop them.
I scream when they hurt me and laugh when they try again. My mind slowly leaves me and in time it will be no more than just a memory if I can have any left. Soon ill just become one of their pets. To bow and play good, and do as they wish. I don care any more. Because long ago I lost the sense of what was pleasure and what was pain. Maybe soon ill gain it back. But right now; the music and the blades, the slaps and degrading actions and comments, the cruel laughter and nails breaking my skin, the tearing of my flesh inside and out have all become my pleasures. Those reassuring words, confident words, positive actions, sweet kisses, gentle creases, loving touches, cloths to clean the blood, bandages and salves to heal the scars and take away affection, those have become the pain.
I’m slowly losing my mind every day it goes faster than the last soon nothing will be left. I don’t know when my sorrow became my friend my insane thoughts became rational when the crying became my only joy. I don’t care anymore. I’ll always serve them now those voices that slowly strip away those qualities of me everyday and turn into a shell. They have become my masters and my lovers, they say they love me so I’ll love them and give them everything. I’ll believe all their lies, just for as long as they tell me they love me.

At one end of the cell he sat chained to a stone table weeping and at the other sat I against the wall sipping my bloodwine in thought. It had been hours gone sense I’d ripped him away from his cradle, but he cried still and never tired. ‘What to do with the child? What would be the best method of savoring the blood of the most innocent?’ I sat tapping my finger to my chin and sipping from my golden cup for a few hours more. The child had stopped weeping without my knowing. His voice had died and all he could manage were faint hisses and squeels. I rose to walk to were he was and stood over him, mouth watering. He had a face like a pig and all I could think of was all the ways I loved to eat pork. ‘If you look like a pig, squeel like a pig, and… *leaning in close to to sniff the child who’s puked and defecated on himself* diffinatly smell like a pig…well then, you must die like a pig.’ Laughing manically I grabbed a butchering knife that hung from the wall and sliced the child from the tip of the head to the bottom of the bottom in once swift motion. As I separated his body into pieces, I mockingly sang a fimilar song to his soul as it wisked around the room in horror.’…this little piggy had roast beef…this little piggy had none…’ I tossed the body bits in a large metal pot and lidded it up. After licking my fingers, I carried it up the
long dungen stairs and to the kitchen with the childs soul howling behind me all the way. Once on the stove I filled the pot with water, vegetables, and yummy seasonings. It would be a stew fit for Kings and it simmered and steamed to perfection all night long and through the next day. In my coffin I could hear the sunset like a magical
symphony in my head and I awoke fully rested and ready for mischeif. I went back to the kitchen to collect the stew and carry it out the Castle door to the black carriage that awaited me. The windows were drapped with red lace as the black horses braids were tied off at the ends with the same. Piggy’s soul, now my haunting companion, rode with me to the mansion nearest mine and it seemed the master of the house was awaiting me, for there were a row of servants at the entrance. They took the stew to the kitchen for warming and me to the lounge room to greet the Sir and Lady of the house. Apon entering the room I found it dark and dreary, the only light coming from the fireside where the two sat sobbing in their chairs. I knelt before each of them and kissed their hands with concern and condolence. ‘It is most difficult to lose ones only son in the dead of the night. I assure you, as the Commanding Officer of Justice in this small town of ours, this WILL NOT go unpunished. I will personally track down this hellish monster and show him to the devil’s door myself! Please have some dinner with me in the dinning room to discuss the details. I’ve brought a special stew to warm your hearts.’ With that they gathered composer and enjoyed the stew with me right down to the last drop. Shamlessly burping and rubbing his belly, the Lord of the house thanked me profussely for the delicious food, while the Lady even licked her fingers as I had. When dessert was finished, the misses went to bed and only the Lord and I remained at the table. He was smoking a cigar and rammbling about servants he suspected….strange things he hears at night from his chamber windows…shadows that wander off. All I could notice was the bit of blood dribbling down his chin. It was calling to me…beckoning me..begging me…I was hypnotised. I watched it dance this way and that down his throat. It was so beautiful and I was drawing nearer to it. I didn’t even realize what I was doing as my tounge slithered up the trail the blood had made from his neck to his mouth. What was a passionate kiss to him was a excavation for blood to me. As he went to unhinge his belt buckle I nipped and nibbled my way to his juggular, letting my fangs sink into the vein. The rush of blood to my mouth, on my tounge, down into my body was…orgasmic. His was cold blood, chilled with hate and corruption. It soothed me and filled me completely. Before I could collect my better judgement I had carried him to the edge of death. Leaning back and staring into his distant glare I quickly tore off his jaw and tossed it on the table. It made it easier to reach down into his throat and rip out his heart, tossing him off the edge and watching him plumet to death. It was done before he even had a chance to scream. When I rose from my coffin the next night a messenger of the house awaited me with news from my troubled neighbors. The head servant sent word that the Lady of the house awoke that morning to have breakfast early, for she could not
sleep, and found her husband dead and mutilated in his chair. She grabbed a butter knife and tore out her own heart, insain with greif and shock. I was to make my way to the house as soon as possible to tend to the mansion they’de left to me in their will. Piggy and I giggled and danced around each other at our inheiritance. As I had promised him the night before, I would soon turn the mansion into a place fit for metepsychosis. He would be given a body and made a vampire like me. He would then be the new Lord of the house and take the position of Second in Command of Justice. It would be beautiful and together we would make this hell on earth for all whom would came to live and die in our town.

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Think of the word “atrocity”. You probably don’t know what it means, but it is a good way to describe the contents of this story. Go back. Back to the old west days. You’re probably thinking of gunfights, and cowboys, all that stuff. Well, everything has a darker side. Even cowboys had things that go bump in the night! Continue reading →

“So you never figured out what i am here for?” the man stared into the mirror his complextion was rather dark and looming as a shadow his clothes was wet so was his feet all around him blood was filling the floor as he stared into the mirror Continue reading →

I can hear Mom and Dad in the living room watching the T.V while I pretend to be sleeping. “Honey, can you go check if Alice is sleeping yet?” He gets up and starts walking down the hall. Oh no, oh no. Please turn around. Go. Continue reading →

He watched as she walked out on the stage, holding her violin. This gothic beauty. This creature that holds too much beauty to hold and be of this earth. He had to have her. No one else but her. No one could hold her but him. Nothihng could stop him frome gtting to her not even death itself. Continue reading →

Usualy I dont talk of my dreams at all… but when I saw what you people do here, that kind a inspired me, let me know am not the only one with this problem… Please if anyone has comment to this, feel free because I am new to this site and I would like to know what others think of me…
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..It was cloudy and windy out when I was walking down the bike trail in the park…and that’s when I saw her…
she was sitting on the bench all herself. She was wearing long black dress and high hill boots that went all the way up to her knees. Continue reading →

As a young child Joey had a terrible life. His father was a drunk and his mother past away when Joey was very young. His father was terrible to him. He would lock Joey in the closet for no reason but to hear him cry. Continue reading →

Flashback……
I kicked and screamed and tried to run away
But he slapped my face and told me to bite my damn tongue.
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The man in black haunts me. He is everywhere I go. I am terrified of the things he does. The man in black is a grotesque man that hides behind shadow. He sees what I see, but in different ways than myself. The man in black thinks as I do, only his are twisted, more sinister… black. Continue reading →

My eyes danced down the wall , a sickly pattern laid before me as I sat on the floor , frozen , watching , blood was trickling in no particular order everywhere , on the unfortunate white lounges , on the walls , on the floor , on his face , on HIS hands ….. on me.
my vision and perception clouded by numberless drinks and cones - all I can see is the monster who slit such innnocent skin - once the secret object of my affection - I now see the truth in his blood-stained clothes and all I can feel is the innnocence and his weeping concussed whimpering - and he crawls away - I am left with the Monster , he licks the blood from his hands , I scream in protest and he smears the gooey crimson mess across my face , my gut wrenched ,stirred , purged and I violently vomitted - he laughed his hollow laugh , I looked up with my blood and vomit soaked face to meet his gaze and his clear blue eyes pierced me like a knife to old scars , broken trust , realisation - THEN within an instant the monster stalks off in pusuit , his foot bleeds on the floor as he walks , it mixes with the innocent blood , it is sickly and black - rotting blood.
I did not follow the monster - I did not need to - I can hear he found him and monster drags innocence to me lproudly , but his game tires him quickly , he lets bloody innocence crawl to bed and I run and slam the door and me and Innocence are away but my relief turns to guilt as I turn , Innocence lays motionless , drenched in blood - sheets around him like a bloody womb , I stood frozen in the half dark half light of 6am and in all my arrogant , self absorbed years I had never been bought to such silence , I stumbled to the bed , layed down next to him and the Monster bangs at the door , I do not answer , I put my arms around the bloody mess beside me and silent tears streamed down my face - as I felt him whimpering - I heard the monster stir and eventually snore - it sleeps - my mind does not , Im cold , colder than I have ever been , I shiver , Innocence whimpers and the monster snores - as the hour passed I felt raspy whimpering breath return to some form of normality - I snuck out of the room to where the monster layed - the smell if sickly rotting blood had set in and I was covered in it , I looked at the monster peacefully sleeping , I wanted him to be bleeding and broken , I wanted to cut him , hit him , beat him to a bloody gooey pulp for what he had done - I was scared so I left - ran out the door , stumbled through the streets and reached home - crawled into my bed and sleep saved me from the torment of my mind.
I awoke to the monster’s face against mine , and innocence ? , he was nowhere to be seen

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jack lay on the cold metal ground. blood was his only comfort right now. he winced a little with pain. then he came in again. he kicked him softly on the side. ‘Looks dead enough.’ was his only remark. jack was far too limp to fight but he knew he wasn’t dead. his father grabbed the top of his hair and began dragging him down the hall of the huge house. he reached the bottom floor, cursing because jack had left a long trail of blood. “Who’s laughing now?”

but to understand what’s happening now..we’ll have to sail back to an earlier time. it was a sunny day, just the kind he hated because bright light hurt his bruised eyes but one was swollen shut so it didn’t matter much anyway. still in a trance of remembering a harsh night before he hardly heard the bell but misty’s voice was enuff to bring him back to life. “come on, you can’t stay at school all day.” she said. misty had a cute voice. “why not?” jack asked sarcastically, standing up. he was the exact same height as misty. and they had the same birthday. most people thought they were twins, even tho they didn’t look alike.”so anyway,” misty began “do you want to do something tonight?” “no misty, i think i’d rather stay home and get my brains bashed in by my father.” jack was too sarcastic for his own good sometimes. “well then meet me at my house at 5 pm.” misty replied. jack thought about that. 2 hours to kill before then. he couldn’t go home because once you get there, you can’t leave without putting up a fight for your life..no sarcasm there. jack decided to hang out around town all day. he headed towards the mall. searching for the nearest hot topic. after about an hour there he got on the escalator and began to leave. then suddenly a soft voice called “jack.”

It’s not nothing you haven’t experienced before and you know it is deep down inside of you, the urge to kill. That is what you want to do, well that’s what I’ve accomplished. It wasn’t that hard. Haha to kill is just another entertainment for me, perhaps the only entertainment for me,hahaha. It’s so fun to watch them in terror, the horrid screams, the wide opened eyes that is filled with fear. And next thing you know, off with their heads, arms and legs. Ah…what joy. My first victim, the lady down at the bar. She had long brown silky hair, green eyes and a soft voice. All too simple! That night I sat down and ordered a beer. I took my first sip and looked at her and she looked back. “Hi there! My name is Fred.” I said. She answered with that soft flowing voice of hers,” Hi my name is Valentine. Nice to meet you!” That was how it started and we went into a deeper conversation. I ordered her many drinks, getting more drunk one after the other. Finally she was drunk as a rock, took her out on a little ride to the country side. I stopped my car and opened the door on her side and helped her out. There we were at the broken down house the everybody feared, about ghost and vampires, the superstitious things. Walked through the doorless entrance and up the creeky stairs. She dropped on to a old mattress and slept like a log. I took out my lovely knife and went for it. First her left arm! Ahh…the gore!! What excitement, what joy. There her scream pierced through the silent night. “Wha..whattt…are..youuu…doiiing?!?!” She asked with tears streaming down her lovely skin. In one hand was her arm and the other was the sharp knife that shined in the moonlight. I went forward for her other arm and this time it was even more exciting, to watch how she feared me and for her dear life. She was too scared to move anywhere, paralyzed to where she was. There off her other arm, hahaha more blood!! She fainted from the agonizing pain. “Aww…what fun can this be now? You dumb gurl…fainted when I was just beginning with my fun!” I kicked her once in the sides. I cut off both of her legs and when it was only left the head and the body, I gave her a lovely little kiss on her tender lips and said my farewell. Leaving no evidence I left the scene of the crime or should I say my wonderland.

That was my first and was not my last, you should hear about the many other murders I’ve done. Maybe you would from me, the so called Fred. We shall see about that

“Shhh!” she giggled. “It’s what he wants. Can’t you see that? He *wants* this.” “I don’t know, Mary. He’s turning purple. Can’t we go now?” “Shut up, you stupid weak baby!” She let go of the boy’s thoat, watched him gasping for air and sobbing. “Nora, I want you to find a rope. I think Casey wants to learn how to fly.” “Mary this is wrong!” Nora shouted. Mary’s eyes turned a sky blue. Her smile was cruel, full of intellegence all too experienced for an 11 year old.

Mary watched her friend Nora flee the scene. The little boy she’d been choking was afraid to move. She marched up to him. “Well since Nora is being a sissy girl you’re gonna have to wait til tomarrow to fly. Now go home!” He scrambled to his feet and ran so fast he kept tripping. “Run little toy,” she called after him. “Or I’ll come get you!!”
At the dinner table Mary announced to no one in particular; “I think Casey is getting a cold or something. We were playing with him today and his lips turned blue.” Her mother, stoned on drugs ignored her. “Why would they be blue?” she answered anyway, rather raspy. “Because”, Mary said pausing. “He was being bad.”

The next day the town was abuzz. News ancors nervously sited that three year old Casey Pratt was dead. They annouced it may have been an accident but that police were looking into it. Mary passed by the t.v. and smiled. While Nora poured pretend tea into small cups Mary paced the grass. “Now Nora, if you are asked anything, you don’t say a damn word, you hear?” Nora stopped what she was doing. “What happened to him,” she asked. Mary smiled to herself. “Oh, I saw a bunch of men walking near the house yesterday when we were playing. I think they killed him.” Nora nodded.
“Let’s go see how Ms. Pratt is doing,” Mary said. The children walked up to the house and knocked on the door. A distraught woman in her 30’s answered. “Can Casey come play?” Mary asked so sweetly. “No, child,” the woman replied. “He’s dead.” “Oh,” Mary said smiling. Ms. Pratt looked at Mary and Nora, both smiling. And slammed the door in their faces.

By the bridge the two girls played with Bessie, a neighbor of theirs. Bessie was six years old. “I dare you to walk across the way, ” Mary announced to Bessie. “Won’t I fall into the waterfall?” Bessie nervously asked. “Only if you aren’t careful. Now go. You have 5 min. to make it across.” Bessie stood on top of the stone and gazed. The length of the bridge was roughly 15 feet. She carefully stepped down on the stones lining the bridge. They were green with algae. “Five min. Bess!” Mary shouted. Cautiously Bessie tip toed from one rock to the next. Mary and Nora ignored her and began making flower wreaths. Soon they got bored altogether and went back home.
Suddenly frantic knocking on the door. Nora and Mary looked up. Nora’s mother answered the door. “Have you seen Bessie?” she sobbed. “I can’t find her!” “We were playing near the water today,” Nora replied. “But Bessie said she was sick and was going home.” So the woman left.

Search parties went out and searched for a week before they found Bessie’s body. Police confirmed that she had drown.
A knock sounded on the door as a woman answered. “Is Bessie here?” Nora asked. The woman broke down into sobbs. “She drowned”. “Oh,” was Mary’s response. “Maybe she shouldn’t have walked across the stones.” And the two girls walked away.

I’d only asked him to help me. “Just this one time, please. I’ll never ask for anything else again.” “I’m not going to help you,” he said. “Don’t ask again.” And he hung up.

Hysteria tore through me. I was sobbing and sobbing louder. No one was home, nobody could hear me. I threw glass after glass at the wall but they didn’t break. Finding something, anything and hauling at a mirror, a wall, a window. They wouldn’t break. *I* was breaking. But they wouldn’t break. I swear if I see him, I’m going to kill him. I will. I might. I want to. For not helping. For not caring. For not doing.
I sat up against the wall and hummed a listless tune. Sliding the blade down. Oh the verticle lines, the ribbons of red adorning my wrist. It wasn’t going deep enough. “Come on then,” her voice eerily changing into a cockney accent. “It’s not going very deep, dearie. Whose rough skin dulled my blade?” and she slashed. Small beads of blood rose to the top of the skin. All the while she sat there rocking and sobbing and administrating small cuts to her flesh. She wiped the crimson fluid with a cloth yet it still continued to pour out. Quietly crying hysterically. Then she got up, and went to bed.

In the morning she drank a cup of coffee, still rigid from the previous night. She wore a long sleeved shirt to hide her bloody tracks. Staring ahead at nothing, as if in a daze, she began to chant;
“Ich habe du
Du hatte mich
Ich habe nichts
Du bist nichts”
And sat there slowly rocking. Then suddenly bolted up and threw the coffee cup across the room. She stood there gasping for air. Anger throught the circumference of her face. Her eyes were wild and intese. God forbid you should stand in her way. She slowly look at the walls and grabbed a rag. Cleaned the splatterd coffee off the walls, as if the blood of a suicide’s gun shot.

He wouldn’t help her. This man that she loved. He’d refused to see her. Andrew Hawthorn, the love of her life. That’s what he was to her. It didn’t matter that her mother was a prostitute and using her as a prop. It didn’t matter. Oh, it’ll matter, Shelley thought. Because I’m going to kill you. And I will. I WILL kill you! That night Shelley crouched behind a bush a few feet from his apartment building. “Du bist nichts, du bist nichts!” she continued chanting. She darted out from the bush and crept into the building. She put her ear up to the door; silence. Slipped the key from under the mat and quietly, ever so quietly stepped inside. There he lay, as if an angel sleeping on a pillowy cloud, content in slumber. “You wouldn’t help me,” she whispered, biting back tears and swalling the scream in her throat. She’d loved him so much. But he wouldn’t help. It had come down to this. How sad, how so very sad. But a smile spread across her face. She bent down to gently kiss his forehead. “I’m going to kill you now, ” she whispered in his ear. “For not loving me anymore”. She raised the knife abover her head — and staggered. Pain engulfed her stomach. Confused, she looked up. He was awake! “Nooo! You betray me!” she screamed. She looked down and stared at the knife in her stomach. And fell to the floor.

Last week I had eatten the last of the acid that was left on the counter. Strange, I thought. Not only did I start seeing the carpet designs come alive but there was something strange about my room. Devo was saying something to me but I couldn’t remember much about it. It seemed like he was freaking out or something. He looked deformed or distorted and his voice sounded like his pal had been caught on his zipper.
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John couldnt sleep. He had been tossing and turning for hours, but every time he closed his eyes he saw her bleeding face begging for him to stop……….

John had liked Susan since grade school. He had never goten the courage to ask her out, but here was his chance. He had gotten enough courage to ask her out to Brains party. It was suppose to be the party of the century. They were going to have beer, food, music and not to meantion that Brain lived in a three story house with 13 empty rooms. Continue reading →

this is a true sory that happened to me at the end of spring break I was staying at my friend’s house and her parent’s had taken 5 of the kids that were the youngest lout of town, Kt(my friend) and her older sister and 2 older brothers , we had all been drinking, Continue reading →

Davis sat in his room trying to block out the scream from the next room. His mom and his step dad were in another fight . He could hear his mother begging for his step farther to stop, and that she was sorry for not making him a beer. Continue reading →

i thought i was in love and we would always be togeather. We got into a fight that day and it was a stupid fight and i went to bed and in the middle of the night he came into my room to apppoligize for what he said that day and i was asleep. He walked up to me and said jenny wake up i need to appologize so i turned over to face him and i was wearin just a night shirt and panties and i saw the look on his face before he said anything. Continue reading →

I know i shouldn’t have done what I did… But I already knew it was too late for regret. Besides, he shouldn’t have killed Taylor in the first place. Continue reading →

the decaying forms pushed forward, not daring to make physical contact, even
when assistance with obstacles seemed undoubtedly obvious…the couple cared
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The man had been whatching susan for 3 months straight he knew when she woke up, who she talked to at work every day he even knew when she had her period each month. He knew that she was a busy woman she had no time for men but one week was different. Continue reading →

I picked up the gun. I held it in front of my eyes, and I looked down the deep, dark and empty barrel. The gun contained three out of six bullets. I held the it in a loose grip with both of my hands. It was a part of me now. It should determin whether I should live or die. The gun was my God. Continue reading →

I sat in the woods by myself, well, not exactly by myself. The woods chattered all around me as the sun set. It felt like they all knew about my dirty little secret. They knew about what I had done. Maybe I’m just feeling guilty.

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A lighter, such a little thing.
Only a lighter, but it can cause such pain.

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Mommy
By Kurt Strouse
“Baby! Baby!! Mommy! I’m a mommy! It’s my baby now! I’m taking the baby!! I’m taking the goddamn baby you dirty, fucking crack-whore!!” Chrissy shrieked. Her shrill cries stabbed through the air. Her eyes stretched open wide- wet, bloodshot orbs, unblinking unyielding green eyes, pupils dilated and burning with emptiness. Continue reading →

“Don’t worry.” Kyle said. “You’ll get past him.”

Shane nodded and looked down at Assandra’s motionless body. She looks so beautiful that way, he thought. Shane carefully put Assandra down on the floor and put his boots on. He lifted her back up and nodded toward the door. Kyle opened the door and let Shane go out first. Shane cautiously walked down the stairs with Kyle behind him making sure he didn’t fall. Continue reading →