You think when the jury says " We find the defendent guilty" you will feel better. You think you will feel releif that he is locked away. Later, when the judge sentences him the death penalty, you think you will feel happy. You think you will finally be able to sleep through the night or go five minutes without thinking about him and what he has done. But you can't and you don't. Instead, your sto...

Surging through my soul a cold over comes like a dive into the ocean at midnight. I felt the blood spilling on me fresh from your open wounds warming my numb frozen body. That night I saw myself stabbing you in the dark without missing a slash and oh what a feeling. Every bit of this action exhilerating and each moment surpased the next. Your death never crossed my minds and your muffled screams d...

 Octavian Ruttle was one of those lively cheerful individuals on whom amiability had set its unmistakable stamp, and, like most of his kind, his soul's peace depended in large measure on the unstinted approval of his fellows. In hunting to death a small tabby cat he had done a thing of which he scarcely approved himself, and he was glad when the gardener had hidden the body in its hastily dug...

A slow, creeping surge went through Mr. Rabin’s body. “At least I know you’re listening.” said the voice on the other end. “’Cause if you don’t, I’m gonna send your boy back to you. In as many pieces as possible. Understand?”  Mr. Rabin was silent. His silence was as good as a yes. “Glad that we understand each other, now I want you ...

For every field of work or study of profession, there is always one person that stands out. Chef Timothy Roth is a well acclaimed culinary artist because of his high standards and perfection. Tougher than any critic and superior to any who came before him, Chef Timothy Roth is one of a kind. Although he has a passion for food, he was not a frugal man. No, I daresay he would never consume a dish, ...

Death shook my hand and left. My hand was cold as it lingered in mid air, each nerve frozen into place. I watched him go with mild curiosity - I would have expected shock, horror, fear. None of these came to visit me, only curiosity sat there in a comfortable chair, flat cap on and pipe hanging out of it's smirking mouth. I watched Death leave through the library's oak door and looked dow...

It was a soundless evening on Dorset Street. A fog slowly slithered through the air like a phantom and blanketed London in a chilly embrace. Nothing stirred, not even the tongue of fire that burned in the streetlamp. It did not even do so much as to flicker.From beneath the shadow of the clouds appeared a man, drifting like the travelers in the black sky. He was shabbily dressed, his hands covered...

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Note:-The following is a work of pure fiction. Keeping in mind the backdrop of the story certain dialogues have been written in German in order to maintain the essence of the story. The translation is given by the words enclosed in parenthesis. Prologue The gunshots sounded like a bomber emptying its belly onto the earth below. Each gunshot pounded his ear again and again since...

Many people say that when you are going over the edge the strangest things happen. This is not the case entirely. As any girl my age I fretted about beauty, acne, boys, school. My looks were important. I was raven haired, dark eyes, with fair skin as tall or short as any typical girl. There was nothing special about me. That would soon change. It all began halloween night some years ago. We were a...