Murder - Page 25

There is a strong storm going on outside. The wind blowing weak limbs off of trees and sending them crashing to the ground with a loud thud. Only being blocked out by the louder sound of thunder that seems to shake the very foundation of the house

It was the day before thanksgiving. I was deer hunting several ridges over from my house. I had placed my stand up in the tree so I could overlook the whole valley. About 9 Am; I saw movement on the other side of the creek coming down the hill

Vibrations rippled up the lithe woman's body as her footfalls thumped softly along the trail. Lesley jogged along at a leisurely pace, her C-Cup breasts trying in vain to free themselves from her lime green sports bra

Warning: this story contains graphic rape and murder. Don't read it if this isn't your cup of tea

I was driving home from college for Christmas break. My sophomore year had been, so far, pretty boring. I had broken up with my girlfriend from freshman year shortly after summer break had begun, because I caught her cheating with her old high-school flame

“Coffee?” Jonathan asked, smiling at his lovely companion. “Thanks,” Dani replied as he brought a fresh cup from the food dispenser in the mess hall

Kevin was tied semi-upright, stretched out, his legs about three feet apart, his arms raised, shackled to chains that hung from the ceiling

Hiding in the shadows he watched her. Her long, shiny, blue-black hair and pale skin illuminated by the silver light of the moon. It was late. Past midnight. He watched her make her way up the stairs, and fumble for her keys

"For the panic of the wilderness called to him in that far voice—the power of untamed distance, the desolation that destroys. He knew in that moment all the pains of someone hopelessly and irretrievably. He had seen the Wendigo." -Algernon Blackwood, "The Wendigo"

It was the first time Melanie had ever visited Japan, the sights of the clouds really looking like the old Japanese paintings, the gateways as serene as ever

CHAPTER FOUR 2ND TUESDAY The phone wakes him at seven thirty and he grabs it at his bedside before it wakes Marlene but as he glances her way he notices she is already up and gone. He says, "Good morning

Chapter 1 - Arrival Loud footsteps echoed amidst the quiet late evening A person walking and dragging a luggage Footwear? Sandals thin, with flat soles Pace? relaxed but hurrying Jiggling sound must be bracelets A woman..

Diary of the Kosmetics Killer (Entry # 3) It has been 2 months since the last killing. The first two victims had provided great joy to me before and especially after their deaths

Police and secret services would investigate tirelessly the events that unfolded on April 24. 2000. But they would barely be able to piece together a nameless sequence of events

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

Waking up on Saturday, I got up. But a bit to quick as I was light head almost falling over. I walked over to the computer provided in my room an checked the school website. It turned out I had a week off next week for mid-winter break

Night Burglar pt 4…Jason meets his match Jason replayed the video almost nightly and always had a explosive orgasm as he watched the eyes of Jennifer as she knew her last moments of life was near