Since we are all slowly killing each other anyway, with our slander and our hate, it is better to kill quickly now, than to let them die slowly later. Call these mercy killings. The murdered will become the lucky ones, escaping a lifetime of doomscrolling, online political debates, and midnights misspent in front of the keyboard, empty eyes blue in the unforgiving light. There is no happiness to b...

Every day, when I wake up and look into the mirror, I don’t always recognize myself. It’s very easy for me to blend in- be the good samaritan, who stops and gives you a ride to your place. Or the neighbor, who helps you move some furniture. The guy you call to walk your dog or watch your kids. That quiet coworker who smiles at you and occasionally makes small talk. It’s just that sometimes….I’m no...

The apartment was my sanctuary, my control room. It overlooked her building, a silent sentinel watching over Amelia's every move. From this vantage point, I was a god, orchestrating the symphony of her life without her ever knowing. It was a distance that I cherished, a necessary buffer between my obsession and the potential for disruption.

Each day was a meticulously crafted ritual, a dance of p...

Someone has to do the job. In a world where governments fail to protect their citizens, I believe I’m heaven-sent. All my victims deserved it and none of them is missed. How do you kill your own children to hurt your ex? How do you open fire on your own people to protect your position and title? How do you enjoy the luxury you buy from the money you don’t pay your employees while their children cr...

When I was little, I never dreamed of being a killer. I was a normal kid. I wanted to be a marine biologist, or a doctor. I think it all started when I was seventeen. I was involved in a hit and run, and damn did it feel good. I only thought about it one or twice every day.

That kinda thrill never leaves you. It consumes you. There’s this itch, it chases you, haunts you until you satisfy it. Eve...

Nobody understands. I don’t want to do this. I have to. If I don’t, then I’ll die. Now, some people may try to argue that. “It’s ok for these people to die so you don’t have to? Wouldn’t it be better if you died?” Right, maybe, but I don’t *want* to die. And every day I don’t kill I get worse and worse. The longest I’ve been able to make it is 13 days, and by that point I couldn’t eat or sleep and...

fourteen pieces

you tore me into fourteen goddamn pieces

and for what, set?

a throne? a crown? a title?

how’s it feel to bite when you got rotten teeth?

you killed me

you let my wife find me; she hid me

did you pretend not to know?

did you hide while she tucked me into those reeds,

like a coward?

she could kill you easy, you know. 

i wonder what you used

a cleave, an axe

or did you rend me lim...

He killed my girlfriend, the love of my life! AND HE GOT WAS A 1 YEAR SENTENCE. That’s all.

“Do you really want to do this?” I ask.

He walked into MY house wanting revenge on me. Did he know I would literally kill for her?

I grabbed the knife, and lightly stroked it near his throat. “Why did you kill her?” I asked.

Silence. “You really want to know?” He asked, grinned.

...

It didn't always feel this good, this _necessary_. It started out just as a fantasy. I mean, I always thought about how it would feel to be that in control. The feeling of being _in charge _fully of someone's destiny. My hands around a neck, squeezing until the light of their essence dimmed. My heart beating excitedly with each force of strength. Smashing metal to bone, hearing the splitting of a ...

An endless cycle of right and wrong, justice and injustice, yes and no, and even life and death. That’s all that living is. In this world you are one or the other. The latter are seen as criminals, villains and scum while the opposite is seen as heroes and those that can do no wrong. But what if right was actually wrong, and justice wasn’t justice but a facade. A way for those “heroes” those “good...