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I was once a promising young man with a bright, and vibrant future, but that was very long ago, and in a very different life

One day, Farty Jimbo was making Southwestern-style ass hair meatloaf when the phone rang. Farty Jimbo answered the phone. “Hello” said Farty Jimbo “Hello, this is Tuesday” said the voice on the phone “No,” said Farty Jimbo “This is Sunday. I know for a fact

DISCLAIMER: I'D ADVISE READING CHAPTER ONE-TWO AHEAD OF THIS. Chapter 3 Outside I felt the hot sun caress my face as I stepped out onto the public street. Looking back, I could see my Mother's slightly bruised face disappearing behind the door to my house

Diary of the Kosmetics Killer (Entry # 1) I often fantasize about women. Unconscious women. Lovely unresisting ladies that I can manipulate, rape and have total control over

Sam accelerated away from the station, gaining as much speed as he could. Finally, feeling he was far enough away he opened a wormhole. ‘Damnit, I hope that I gave her enough for her to survive this trip,’ Sam thought, placing his head closer to her chest

The Elder Scrolls I : Rise of the Sword-Runners Arngeirr was crouching close to the forest floor as he skulked along the trail, stalking his prey. His hands were dirty, mud and moss clung to his Banded Iron Armour, his long golden blonde hair hung over his face, damp with sweat

Chapter 13 – A Welcome Love Triangle Danielle’s phone rang, and it was Brandi checking up on her house. She wanted to call and let them know that there were no changes yet, and the parents probably won’t be home until Sunday morning

Karen pulled into the driveway after another shitty day at work. The pandemic had greatly affected her job and she was forced to work overtime almost every day just to keep her job

SKEWERED EXPECTATIONS Year: 1989 Name: K.L. Age: 25 Cause of Death: Internal bleeding caused by punctured liver and spleen. Other Injuries: Puncture mark in lower left abdomen

Project Assassin the Perfect Killer I awoke in the desert at least I believed it to be the desert. I looked around the barren landscape before me as I stood up from where I had awakened. I stood there looking around at this strange place wondering where I was

CHAPTER7 The next three weeks passed in a blur. I worked Henry tirelessly with studies as the highest priority, me second, and apartment chores last

"Help! Somebody please! Where am I" Kayla screamed at the top of her lungs letting it echo upward in the vast canon. Kayla had no clue where she was, her last memory was laying her head down for bed, and now she was somewhere completely vacant to her mind

This story has been mostly finished for a while. I thought of entering it in CAW #17, since the theme is “you gotta love a man in uniform”. There is love of a sort, and there are lots of uniforms, but this is too scary a tale for a non-Halloween-themed Challenge

The Horror At The Bruja House By rutger5 (An Original Story - Copyright 2012) DISCLAIMER - This is a work of fiction. All similarities to anyone living or dead is in your imagination

When I got to my dorm room, I raced through a shower and got my night bag together. I knew exactly what I wanted to take, but I had to get it all rounded up

Zahra couldn't help herself. She was fascinated by Timsar, her older sister's husband. Of course she made no outward sign to him, or anyone else in her family, but she secretly counted the hours to his return each time he went out

“Books cannot be killed by fire. People die, but books never die. No force can abolish memory.” -Franklin Roosevelt *** It started with a play

Kyle knew that by the end of the week he would either kill someone or die. He'd been on the streets for two weeks, keeping to back alleys to minimize the chance that he'd run into another person, but there was no getting away from the scent of blood. He smelled it everywhere

Watching Darcy Die written by Jimmmy D. "Just me and God, watching Darcy die." A high school filled with students. It's in between classes and everyone is going to their lockers. There's a cute, slightly chubby, girl with glasses digging into her locker

“Every fairy tale has a bloody lining.” -Alice Hoffman *** "Mirror, mirror, on the wall…" "What's that, mother?" The Queen turned away from the glass. Her stepdaughter sat at the tower window, embroidery in her lap, looking puzzled