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The diary of a criminal

Novel By: Asfi
Mystery and crime

The novel follows the life of a dangerous terrorist, as he realizes the purpose of his life. It is a comedy novel, though some parts may contain violence. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Oct 3, 2012    Reads: 135    Comments: 16    Likes: 10   

Day 1

Ah, death! What would I do without it? Why, at a position like mine, I have to kill a lot of people daily. It is enjoyable and yet I get so stressed after working. Every day seems just the same. No matter how hard I try, I never manage to take over the country's nuclear power plant. If I could, I'd be able to become the most powerful man in the country. After that, I could easily take over other countries too.

But how can a man work properly if his network is so weak. Just today, I sent my men to rob the national bank. And they returned empty-handed, with four dead and three injured.

"You fools." I screamed at them when they returned "You went out for a job and this is how you return. Yet you still expect me to pay you."

The gang backed away from me. Then finally, their leader stepped forward.

"Sir," he replied "We couldn't do anything. The police and the spy squad attacked us. It's a miracle we're still alive."

I groaned in anger. My hand went inside my coat pocket and I wrapped my fingers around my gun.

"Give us a chance. We'll try again." The man repeated, taking a step towards me.

I turned my back on him and tried to control my anger.

"Maybe you can take over the nuclear plant by holding a hostage." The fool said.

I groaned again.

"Who?" I replied not turning around "Who, my friend, is such an important figure in this country that the government would hand over a whole plant for him?"

The man gulped in reply. "We'll try to rob the bank again." He said in a trembling voice.

I smiled softly. "The rest will. But you won't!"

"Wha-" he started to say, but I didn't give him the chance to complete.


I shot him right on his head and the dead body fell right on my fancy carpet.

The rest of the gang backed away in terror.

"Clean up the place. I'm going to bed." I ordered to no one in particular and left the room.

I walked into my room and pulled on more comfortable clothes. Then I crawled into bed and thought about the day. Being a terrorist was eventually starting to annoy me. What was the point in trying if there was no way to take control?

Eventually, I started to feel drowsy. I pulled my covers on myself. From outside, I could hear a thunderstorm. I yawned and closed my eyes. Life is so difficult even for me. I sighed and then dozed off.............


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