murder

February 2nd, 2013 | 238 Entries

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238 Entries for “murder”

  1. redrum! The universal taboo, the most expensive thing you can buy, assassination, passion, jealousy, business, the mob, the craziest conclusions to the most human realities.

  2. “Help! Murder! Rape! Murder, and then rape!”

    “What is going on?” Charlie demanded as he pressed his body against the door frame of his office. Sure enough, there was Diana, face white as she clutched her chest. Bob was standing over her, looking more perturbed than anything.

    “Charlie!” she whined. “Bob’s harassing me! He’s going to hurt me!”

    “I was asking for a damn pen!” growled Bob.

    Belinda Roddie
  3. Some chose killiing. Isn’t it called murder for hire? You could actually pay someone to commit the act that would eliminate all this frustration. How do you even find someone who is willing to do that? Could I ever get frustrated enough? And where would I find the money, anyway. No, I just had to put up with it.

  4. the blood was still on her face. she flicked her hair back, spraying it across the room
    his eyes were fixed on hers, empty, glassy, but there
    as she raised the knife one more time
    his voice caught in his throat
    then released
    thank you, he said
    thank you
    she plunged down and smiled

    Jen
  5. a murder of crows.
    that’s a collective noun I believe I know the story of,
    if I’m not mistaken
    and thinking of a parliament of ravens.

  6. hatred intimate blood crazy passion jealousy love anger cold obsession mental waste devil darkness

    effie and jess
  7. “It was!” The girl screams at me, voice wavering slightly. I assume the only thing holding her together was determination. “My sister wouldn’t just- just off herself like that.” I sigh deeply, deciding it was late, began ushering her out of my office. As I opened the door, the silver plaque on my door reading ‘Detective Jack Sterling’ glinted in the light of the evening. “The gun was in her hand, the room locked. Believe me we know the difference.” Elle, I think that was her name, looked around frantically, trying to form words that wouldn’t come.
    “Look.” I say, brushing the fatigue from my eyes. “I’ll look over the files again, and if anything sticks out, you’ll be the first to know.” She knows I’m lying. She knows as soon as I’ve said it, and as soon as she knows the look in her eyes kills me.
    The wooden door creaks as it follows her out, gentle tones mixed with the ragged sigh of the young detective.

  8. A plague on the society we live in
    our relative we all know of, but wish to shun
    never wanting to do anything about them until something happens
    worse for wear, is what we are, thanks
    to murder.

    chance
  9. redrum
    Never understanding
    The warning signs
    The crossed lines
    trouble

  10. is fun. is not fun. it’s not okay. but sometimes it can be amusing? that’s disturbing, but at least I’m not Stephen King. Redrum. That takes premeditation. How does he do it? With more time and probably some funding. That was a good book.

  11. Murder is the most horrible crime. To murder someone is a terrible thing indeed. To ends ones life by murder must be an awful way to end your days on this earth. Why does one person think they can take the life of another.

  12. In a flash, the tall dark man was in and out. In the darkest of nights, he was just a shadow looming in the distance. In this depth no one heard the grunt as the dead-man feel. Murder. That’s what they call this darkest of nights. They never saw the man enter the abode, or leave it, and the one who did can never tell. Actually he can never do anything again.

    KdK
  13. If i had a knife I might use to kill animals
    if I had a gun I might put it in my mandibles
    wouldn’t pull the trigger…cause I don’t murder humans
    I push the envelope on the meat that I ruin…
    I’m Human I got to eat I got to eat…what do I eat…
    not humans. so is killing animals murder it depends
    on the position your assuming.

    larry Klosowski
  14. I like murder. Murder likes me. It follows me when I walk around at night. It follows the girl I was stalking. She’s not around anymore. I have to find someone new. No one compares. I visited the scene of the crime. There was still a blood stain. They never could figure out who did it. It was me. It was murder.

    Lathan
  15. Tonight in the park someone committed a murder of a famous actress Lisa Steinberg. No one was able to see the person in the black hoodie yet the victim’s family have their own suspicions.

    Karina Saakyan
  16. The murder happened so long ago, it had almost been forgotten. Certainly it had by the inhabitants of the block, who no longer always locked their doors and did not keep their eyes down when they saw a stranger. But the building, the building remembered.

  17. Murder happens on a daily basis. People live and die, and are killed. But look past that, lets see who these people are. View the persons life, judge them if that is what you truly desire. Murder isn’t inherently evil, but the people behind it might be.

  18. why did i do it? i don’t know. i guess i felt like i had to. i can never tell anyone, it would ruin my life. just like i stole his, right from him. he was so young. so much potential. how could i?

    Cynthia
  19. “Help…” I croaked he was there, i could see him through my blurred vision, a shadow leaning against the door frame. Why? i thought, why would someone do this to me, I was just a boy, barely a teenager, what did he want with me? He came towards me, i was hung up against the wall, he blindfolded me, i couldn’t see what he was doing, but i could feel it, that searing pain in my abdomen, then i could see clearly again. But it wasn’t the scene that had invaded me for the past two weeks, it wasn’t that dark, damp room that seemed to belong somewhere near a sewer. It was bright, and then i saw her… “Mum?”

    Ryan Sidebottom
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    Caitlin Padgett
  21. I like to write about murder,it’s one of my favorite subjects. It’s ultimate power,to remove someone else’s life. Can you imagine? It’s sick and twisted,but it has always fascinated me greatly.

    H
  22. Crows on my street
    gather and meet
    on the tops of telephone poles

  23. I saw the blood on my hands. I saw the scarlet covering the floor. I felt the tears dripping down my face. What had I done? I had never intended it to end this way. Oh my love, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to kill you… Please, please forgive me…

    “Wake up…” I cry, “Please, please wake up… This has to be a dream…”

    But it’s not.

    Shandra
  24. I wish I could quit you; stop the high in its tracks
    Murder the cravings and end their attacks
    It’s parasitic, this hunger that leaves me always wanting more
    An infection of the mind; now impossible to ignore.

  25. She had been under my skin for days, keeping me awake and causing me to grind my teeth to bluntness. No one would miss her, except me. I felt her absence with every draft I wrote. The other girls were so flat and lifeless. I wanted her back, but she was gone and would not be returning. Murdered in 12 point Courier by her cold and calculated creator. Me.

  26. She lay flat in the middle of the room, arms and legs squewered in an awkward position, blood seeped from her eyes, ears, nose and mouth. Four candles lay at her head, two at her feet. only half were stil lit, as they had melted down into white puddles, mixing in with her hair, and engulfing the bottom of her heels. The remaining three flickered out as the men in the white overalls poked and prodded her body, searching for anything that could give any clue as to who this woman was.

    Caitlin Padgett
  27. She stood at the entrance to the apartment, in the doorway, her breath taken from her chest as if some otherworldly being had ripped her heart out clear through her rib cage. She was staring at the body on the floor in her living room, the male body in a black tuxedo or suit that was seeping out sticky dark burgundy blood onto her crisp white rug, and she was pretty damn sure that he was dead. How had this happened? She had gone out for milk and had honestly only been gone for a total of 15 minutes, how had someone entered her apartment and then subsequently died there in such a short spance of time? She stood there, in shock, her beaten up door leaning into the darkness of her living room as she swallowed a deep gulp that felt the size of a baseball as it wiggled down her trachea. Who was this guy? Why was he in her apartment? And more importantly, why was he DEAD in her apartment? It took her only an instant to move, from her solitary state of shock in the doorway to dashing wildly into her apartment, down the hallway, darting into her bedroom, straight for the third row of dresser drawers, fourth drawer down.

    Caitlin Roberts
  28. I was sat in my house on that sunday, when i heard the screams, the screams of those terrified kids over in the orphanage, i had no idea what was going on, i just waited till morning.

    Ryan
  29. cut scream
    just a dream
    we found her in the woods
    the bears would have eaten her
    had they not seen her shoelaces under the leaves
    gone, gone
    now we have to

    li
  30. “Murder”, the heart cried. Her hope is dying.

  31. The murder weapon was covered in blood. I tried to touch it, to move it, to hide it, but there was just so much blood, I couldn’t stand the thought of it coming into contact with my skin. I know not moving it was a mistake. I knew, even then, when I had the chance to do something about it, that my not moving it would come back to haunt me, but I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t.

    Kelmac Marthe
  32. they tear the tendons from little girls’ legs
    and press blood carmine into their cheeks
    until they reveal two rows of baby teeth
    (file them straight lest the girls bite back,
    weaken them with bleach lest the girls bite back)

    HOW TO LOSE 40 POUNDS IN TWO DAYS
    written over a 13-year-old girl’s fresh face

  33. they tear the tendons from little girls’ legs
    and press blood carmine into their cheeks
    until they reveal two rows of baby teeth
    (file them straight lest the girls bite back,
    weaken them with bleach lest the girls bite back)

    cosmo girl: two pages of diet advice
    short of mass murder

  34. she sat there, blood on her hands. She couldn’t believe she’d done it. He’d been yelling at her and accusing her and she’d stabbed him. 10 times. She had been screwing the milk man.

    L
  35. Murder! Murder ! Screamed she. No one gave a damn. That’s strange she thought . Until she realized that it was she who had been murdered.

  36. Murder! Murder ! Screamed she. One one gave a damn. That’s strange she thought . Until she realized that it was she who had been murdered.

  37. Murder? He’s not “murdering” anyone. What he’s doing is just efficient elimination of opposing elements. If he’s fighting a war, then the objective is to clear out enemy units. To call it “murder” and paint his task some moral color is to burden it with unnecessary labels. You win by killing other humans. That’s all there is to it.

  38. hate
    blood
    victim
    flesh
    gun
    knife
    weapon
    screams
    cries
    death
    hope
    rape
    horrid
    scared
    emotions
    sadness

  39. Sometimes I really want to murder someone. It’s not about the act; no actually that’s not true. It is about the act in a way. About the planning. I’d like to plan a murder and see if someone else could get away with it. To see if my plan would be flawless and perfect. In another way it’s not about the act.

    SZ
  40. blood
    flesh
    bones
    hammer
    knife
    weapon
    kill
    scream
    rape
    gun
    killer
    victim
    hate

    Kristina Mazalica