Simon Sinister

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Hi. I’m Simon Sinister. You don’t know me but I know you. That depends actually. Have you wronged me? I tend to kill in the wake of vengeance. To bring justice I need to feel good again. Feel sane again. I’m not sane in this moment. My wrath. Who wronged me? That doesn’t matter. They’re already dead. Well, in my eyes. Don’t worry - this isn’t my first kill. Oh the enemies I have! Well not enemies exactly. I see them more as my...friends. I believe friends are honest. And in that honestly lies actions that people do which tend to be...irrational. Like making me mad. How mad am I for me to kill someone? I haven’t been caught before. Well, surely if it’s not my first kill then I’m out in public? Or does my victim lie in jail? I haven’t been caught, remember? So I roam the streets yet they don’t see me coming. Do you see me coming? Why you? I really am a nice guy. People tend to think I’m crazy. Crazy is defined as normal from person to person. I’m not crazy. I laugh like my fellow man does. What I find funny is the difference between me and society. I find my killings hilarious. I see the joy of my victory. My conquer. My celebration. I won. This was all a game. My friend mocked me. Humiliated me. Made me insane. Losing stability of righteousness. I do marvel in my works of slaughter. My Mona Lisa. Every death is a painting. Together they form a gallery. How big? That depends on how many people insult me. But right now I eye my prey. Waiting to pounce. To awaken the demon inside of me! Everyone has a demon inside of them. Oh the evil within us! Why? Why, why, why? Why did they do this to me? Disturb the peace of my solitude. Why? What an idiot! Now I have to get my hands dirty. I can smell their scent from where I am. The smell of a fear. The smell of a terror. The smell of a horror. I see my corpse in the wake of a crowd. What if they hear me? Who said a crowd has to be people? I see objects as a crowd - let them witness a spectacle! It’s a shame I don’t get get paid for this. I sure am good at this. Then again, the best criminals are the ones nobody hears about. The ones who got away. I don’t know the ending of this tale. I just know I have to kill them. Kill you. Kill them. Kill. I have to. I need to escape my instability. They disturbed my path to...redemption. I thought people would leave me alone. Oh the death of my dear friend! I put an end to their clock while I breath..the air...of another day. Another day to believe. Believe that I’m more that just a murderer. I guess a leopard never changes its spots. I am who I am and I...embrace that. This is me. Simon Sinister. Don’t worry about my surname. Or stage name. I am who I believe I am to be. Simon Sinister. The black of death. Ashes. Bones. The result of my hunt. Of which I’m on as we speak. There they are. There lies an opportunity. Do I take it? Do they know what’s about to happen? Do they understand why this is being done? I want to teach a lesson. Make a statement. Paint the city red. Red is romantic. This death deserves a rose. Only one. A dear rose. The meaning of it depends on circumstances. Most people use roses in fantasy of love. I use it to say my goodbyes. Some people never get to say goodbye to their lost ones. I have that privilege and I appreciate that gift. I’m heading closer to the sounds of police. After a certain period of time, they will rush to the scene. The scene of panic. They sure must be panicking now. I’m merely a feather away from them. I told you not to wrong me.

Table of Contents

No Peace

Submitted: November 15, 2018

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Time is ticking. Ticking for my mom. My dear mom. The queen of my life!. Constantly getting beat - I watch. That'... Read Chapter


Submitted: November 29, 2018

I've always loved the jaguar. Never seen one before but I've done my research. The bond between a mother jaguar and her son is such an ex... Read Chapter

Chess Game

Submitted: December 22, 2018

Ever had the ability to see but all you see is black? No I’m not blind. That’s all I’m seeing now. Black. I’m moving. Where to? I... Read Chapter

Public Face

Submitted: January 01, 2019

Nothing is more scary than going to a place you don't know. Especially one where you end up going alone. That's me right now. Best part a... Read Chapter

Black Mamba

Submitted: January 09, 2019

This journey to kill one man has become more than just one death. My list is still intact yet I am wasting time. Babu thinks I'm on his s... Read Chapter

A Moment Before Death

Submitted: January 19, 2019

They say just before you die you think about the people most important to you - the ones you love. I love my mother. I miss her so much. ... Read Chapter


Submitted: April 02, 2019

I always think about the outside world. From the corporate people. To the supercars of the rich. And the women too! Could never spend a d... Read Chapter

Pray Before I Prey

Submitted: January 03, 2020

I sometimes reminisce about the times I had with my mother. From our ice-cream talks to the starlight walks. I miss her so much. But now,... Read Chapter

Caesar's Chamber

Submitted: February 01, 2020

I don't know whether I'm alive or in heaven. A guy like me ending up in heaven? Probably not! These flashing lights and screams could be ... Read Chapter

Only The Beginning

Submitted: February 19, 2020

Today could be my last day. My last day in this world. I may have underestimated my father's connections in the underworld but I barely c... Read Chapter

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