The end of a legend begun...

You are the artist...The perverse artist... Just something random about a murderer and his victim.

Children understand, better than anyone, the way things are and the way they should be. Some children accept the cruelty of the world. But some...some take it upon themselves to right these wrongs.

I took my knife and struck him to the floor, Where his heart shall murmur nevermore”

It was just a simple butcher knife, was it? All this gulit wanting to be washed away, I didn't know it was so easy. A tidal wave of pain flooding my senses, is it all that simple?

Ned goes to visit his psychiatrist and tells him a little bit about how his job is going. Constructive criticism appreciated.

Curiosity killed the cat, but only maimed the the man.

“Bloody. Mary”Once…“Bloody Mary…”Twice... Nothing will happen...and then I stare...

He just couldn't let her go.

Sometimes, you just need to commit senseless acts of random violence in verse...

A young reporter interviews a maternity ward nurse on Death Row.

If you like a bit of gore mixed with some psychological terror, this story is for you. I return reviews.

“This,” Andrea says, “is a gun.” She smiles. “For those of us more special than others.”

Suicide, murder, hatred, and guilt. Poetry is all around us. Go out there and create something beautfiul.

the world is crimson, dark, and pale'

Something I wrote when I was sad. My friends say they love it but R&R please and tell me what you think about it.

My parents got into yet another huge fight. All I want is to be a family again and I wrote a poem to express my feelings.

writing down random thoughts and calling it insanity...

An unwanted glimpse into the method of angel making.

People sell their souls and never actually look at what the actual deal is.

A little girl wakes up unwelcome in her own home. What happened?

No one noticed the ominous figure lurking in the shadows...until it was too late...

maybe there is such a thing as "perfect"—it’s just that no one can keep it in them. [one-shot]

the night it is bleeding / there's nothing to feel / the skeptics conceding / the lies are all real

Nursery rhymes gone terribly awry.