Well he’s charming but underneath he’s a narcisst who is in for him self the hedonistic pleasure. He hates himself his self image his hidden homosexuality.

His hidden corruption and sexual desire debasement destroys those around him. His perversion now no bounds and his reputation is always unmatched but ruined beneath. He’s false he knows it...

Precious, my precious, sweet precious. Keep you away from those nasty Hobitsis! Golumn snatch ring from them. Protect you my precious. Oh! look! some fishhys! _gulps them down_. We kill the hobitsis and get you back precious, precious! Precious come to me! _coughs: Golumn,GOLUMn!_ No, smeagle bad! Bad smeagle! Not kill master, Master kill! no, master not kill! But i wants precious! Precious!...

Last night, I met an angel. She was 20 years old, and I don’t know her name. I never know any of their names. I make it a point never to find out who a person was before they died.

She jumped in front of a car to save her dog. I reached her only seconds after the impact. The dog lay over her broken body, whining, as the drunk driver stumbled out of the car and vomited.

The girl looked painfully ...

i watched the people below me, screaming and crying. They were begging, for their spouses, their children, their friends and of course for themselves. they were going to a better place now, why couldnt they see that? they were to simple minded, i assured myself, their perspectives haven’t been broadened yet. if they only saw the world how i saw it, they would stop running from the flames. they wo...

he has his life good he had a good wife, good kids, and he threw it all away by cheating and his wife found so she picked up the knife and says break up with your girlfriend or I will kill you she yells...

What a pretty

Innocent

Baby girl

Dressed in pink

Such a shame

That I wasn’t invited

Because they hate

She must pay the price

Ahh

Yes child prick

Your delicate finger

On my sharp knife

We all hate me

For a magic I possess

She is mine

And nobody else’s...

I stare at the letter in my hand. And stare. And stare.

Dear Maleficent,

I received your letter regarding the christening of our newly born child, and though your desire to attend is clear, I am sorry to say that you will not receive an invitation. Only our prestigious and honored guests of our allied kingdoms or kingdom acquaintances have been invited, those who do not fit those categories ha...

That’s the beauty of it all. Light succumbs to dark eventually, as the day does to night. Life festers, decomposes, devours itself, and begins anew. I’m just another part of that process. I’m just another part of the Divine Cycle that haunts us all, trailing behind us, eating our footsteps faster and faster until there is nothing left— no marks, no trace, no shadow.

You think yourself a hero. You...

(Note before the story starts: this is in the first person perspective of the character Thanos)

They call me “a villain”. They do not see me as the person who is saving them from destruction and annihilation. Every king has to make difficult choices and this is mine. I will kill half the universe, saving the other half. Of course, it is sad that for some to live others must die, but that is not n...

Look at her, smiling away, singing as she scrubs the floor with her dainty hands. Her hair tied back, not a hair out of place.

She disgusts me.

I once looked like that, before the years came for me, before age rotted my skin, cursed me with wrinkles and crow's eyes, and all manner of wicked things.

Ever since I gave birth to her I’ve felt sick, this putrid bundle of perfection was born from me...