Quotes from serial killers by missbrainwashed, literature
Literature
Quotes from serial killers
"One side of me says 'wow that's an attractive chick, I'd like to talk to her, date her' the other side says I wonder what her head would look like on a stick." -Edmund Kemper
"I just wanted to see how it felt to shoot Grandma." - Edmund Kemper
"The first good-looking girl I see tonight is going to die." - Edmund Kemper
"I remember there was actually a sexual thrill . . . you hear that little pop and pull their heads off and hold their heads up by the hair. Whipping their heads off, their body sitting there. That'd get me off." - Edmund Kemper
"I am not insane, I'm just queer."-Albert Fish
final words: "Kiss my ass!"-John Wayne Gacy
"Yo
The Long Way to Say Goodbye by AlloenDreams, literature
Literature
The Long Way to Say Goodbye
Dear Forget-Me-Not-Eyes,
It seems like with you gone I'm wordless, like you plucked each vowel and consonant from my mouth and left me tongue tied, trying to make up a new language just to reach you. I've spent months counting the things I've done wrong and the stories I've forgotten and all the ways I could say those two words that to you, don't seem to mean a single thing.
I'm left with memories of cornstalk hair wound as tight as my nerves and a tongue like quicksilver every time I hear your name. I remember those things you said, the things I forgave you for time and time again and my eyes prickle and my hands clench, making
Arthur watched the rain slip down the glass of his window on a miserable Tuesday evening. The weather had been awful all day and it matched his mood perfectly. He rested his cheek on his hand as he adjusted his position on the window seat and he watched the raindrops race each other to the bottom of the glass.
He sighed heavily and glanced at his phone. The small flashing red light indicated that he had a text message and he smiled when he saw who it was from.
From: Alfred:
Miss you x
Arthur felt like crying. It had been two weeks since he'd seen Alfred. Two weeks since Arthur's parents had found out they were gay. Two weeks had passed si
The door opens,
Revealing the start.
My world brightens
As Darkness lowers her rampart.
It is time for me to begin anew,
To begin to heal.
Standing here making my debut.
Displaying a me you would rather conceal.
I have wings that you cannot take.
And I will fly to the Heavens.
My eyes are open and I am awake.
And my new beginning livens.
Cold-hearted Revenge... by Shigurestorm, literature
Literature
Cold-hearted Revenge...
Wind whistled and howled through the dark night. Crickets sat, unusually quiet. The trees blew in the wind. The sky was starless...cloudless...moonless...Where was everyone? Where was anything? What was going on?
Suddenly, yowls erupted from the forest and a calico she-kit came darting, as quick as lightning, out of the bushes. Many black shadows were following her. Some bigger than others. The calico's ears were pinned to her head, and her tail was tucked between her legs, but she pushed herself forwards. Faster...Faster...Faster...She had to get away. She just had to.
Vicious snarls and feral growls kept breaking every silence. "Get
I felt my heart leap in my chest, but I forced it down to a slow steady beat, pushing back my instincts to struggle frantically. That would only get me a slashed throat and a quick death. Whoever wielded the knife came in closer, the blade pressed alarmingly close to my skin. The stench of liquor wafted over to my nose, making the hairs on the back of my neck prickle up. I could sense the man's slight waver as he struggled to keep upright, and fought a sly grin that threatened to dispel his assumption that I was terrified. I would have had some trouble with a professional cut-throat. A drunk stood no chance. Disgust welled up in my stomach as
I lie on the couch; I hear something dripping.
The room starts to fade; I feel my life slipping.
I look at the ceiling; a soft, empty stare.
I won't see you again, but I no longer care.
The dripping won't stop, steady as time.
It sings me a song, in perfect rhyme.
Wet impacts on ground tick like a clock
count my last moments with my fate in a lock.
My mind slowly overwhelmed by your image
as I start to teeter on life's brutal edge
and I let go of another as its job is done
though it would prob'ly be easier if I had just used a gun.
Lines start to blur; the room turns to gray.
I try to get up; I don't want to stay
but my legs fee
Wolf of the Blackest Night by Fey-Lexington, literature
Literature
Wolf of the Blackest Night
The agile wolf runs throught the forest,
His muscles rippling with ever leap.
Though his speed cannot be matched,
He makes not a sound,
The Wolf of the Blackest Night.
Trees reach out with their bony hands,
Jealous of his strength.
He snarls and presses on,
The Wold of the Blackest Night.
His as black as midnight,
His eyes painted by the sky.
Heaven and Hell's perfect creation,
The Wolf of the Blackest Night.
His eyes glint with fury,
Hell's personal touch.
Heaven cannot win the fight,
Over the Wolf of the Blackest Night.
Forever bound in this endless battle,
He lieves in pain and hate.
But one glimmer of will last within
Heaven's not enough if when you get there...
Just another blue
And heaven's not enough
You think you've found it
And it loses you
You've thought of all there is
But not enough
And it loses you in a cloud
"There" most everything
Is nothin' that it seems
"Where" you see the things
You only wanna see
I'd fly away to a higher plane
To say words I resist to float away
To sigh to breath....
Forget and heaven's not enough
If when I'm there I don't remember you
And heaven does enough
You think you know it and it uses you
I saw so many things but like a dream
Always losing me in a cloud
Cause I co
Wanting him with every breath I take and every thought I make, I realize that this
Must be a real and true love that is rare in every way possible that is imaginable
In this world, this lifetime.
Have I found myself an angel? An angel that has many identities yet the form he Has revealed himself to me is in the form of a Wolf.
This Wolf, this magical creature has opened so many doors to my heart, my Secret Garden. Doors I once thought were securely bound, he unlocked with his
Kiss, his touch, his endless love. This is a true man of love, a love I felt that I'd Never find, for it is so rare and ethereal. Yet he has given me a gift that ha