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Killer in the making entry #2

Short story By: Theserialkillerentries

Like i said these are my actual feelings being played out in fantasy so none of these crimes have taken place at all in real life

Submitted:Jan 14, 2014    Reads: 12    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I have been gone for awhile and i feel a bit better, Well let me get started with my thoughts. I did something that i am not particularly proud of but actually kind of glad i did it, I found a dead mouse and cut off it's legs and tail with a butter knife and even kept the body, The parts, And even some blood on a cotton swab, But i ended up burying the body but keeping the blood, It felt pretty good.

But all of that aside i felt bad later but sometimes i want to do it again and make it much worse like cutting off the head or skinning it, Maybe killing it myself. No i could not kill an innocent mouse or animal with my own hands because they don't deserve it right? No they don't.

Humans are different though, For example, Women, The great contortionists of all men the ones who lie, Cheat, Steal, And whore themselves out for a couple of bucks.

Sluts, Tramps, Whores, Skanks, Whatever you call them they all mean the same thing, Women, They just think because someone is different looking or acts different that they can treat them like shit and completely destroy their confidence and humiliate them for all to hear about, They will even sometimes lie to their dumb little whore friends about you or spread vicious rumors about you and your family, YOU LITTLE BITCH I WILL SLIT YOUR GODDAMN THROAT YOU WHORE.

Well now that i got that out of the way it was my birthday and it was not bad but i am a bit concerned considering that i am 17 and still jobless, If i was not so socially awkward i would be much happier with getting a job and getting paid my own money to buy my own damn place, But i do love my family.

Well i may go but before i do i just want to say that if those whores say anything else to me i will strangle them with a belt and stare them in their eyes as they fade away and just give up, Like they made me give up.


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