Competition: Why the fuck R U locked up AGAIN? I thought U were paroled >_>
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Mr_sM
lol i was sticking to the role play, but i am eventually going to migrate to newyork from across the pond :P
artix
cool
jshank718
artix, mines is up. hope U enjoy it,tel me wat U think and also li wanna kno if U katch da twis at da end but p.m me if U think U got it. kant giv it away
Sandin
LMFAO Jshank that shit was dope.
artix
i think i know what the twist is now. but i dont want to get it wrong and make a fool of myself on the internet
jshank718dont say it on here. P.M,i will let U kno if yur right. its a very small detail dat got me lokked up again. but pm me and i'll tel U if yur right
raz25
DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18, extremly graphic, Rape, murder.
Don't say i didnt warn you.
March 10, 2009.
They all are applauding me. My friends and family run up close as if I had just won a Pultzer prize. All of them so proud, so happy, so..Thankful. "I love you" Alice says to me, still in shock of the diamond cut on her left ring finger. "I love you too." I reply looking deeply in her eyes as i gently wipe the tears from her face. I look over to my father, looking proud at me, he gives me a head knod and continues to clap. My mother runs up, taking Alice's hand and hugs us both to the point I almost cannot breath. "What an amazing announcement on your bithday!" my mother says, trying to fight off more tears of joy.
A blood hurling scream of one of the inmates interupt my thoughts of "what if''s", and i am snapped back to the real life of this hell. I should be exactly what I was dreaming about, but instead, I am here counting the number of rat feces on the ground; calculating how many more hours I have left. March 10, 2009 , today, I get out on Parole. A gaurd Approaches my cell, looking in disguist at the sight of My unkempt self. "It''s a good day, you're out!" the gaurd sarcastically says. I say nothing. Watching only as the key is entered into my cell block door. The sound of the lock opening my door, the door sliding to the left side slamming against the folowing cell door. The sound of freedom. The guard walks me outside. I look up to the tower guards, still with guns aimed directly at me. "We will see you soon!" The guard says to me as he opens the gate and walks me out, immediatley closing and locking it behind me. This is my birthday present, a fresh start to a life. An awkard feeling comes over me as if i have been born again; This time though, as a 32 year old infant, who as lost 10 years of his life, where nothing from 22 years or younger matters anymore. I turn around with one last look at that prison yard, The Gaurds still acknowledging my precense but no longer waiting for a sharp move from me. I turn around freedom is stareing me in the face in the form of a taxi cab driver, with no fare. For some reason, I want to kill him.
August 15th, 2009
I sit in my room alone, cold and reminisent of my past dwellings. I have been supplied with many things since my release; A bed, TV, phone, among other things but I dont like them. The bed is too soft and I much rather sleep on the cold floor. I never use the phone, and the TV allows my past to haunt me, but for a moment I try to watch it. Within 5 minutes, as if a sign from God, I see a scene of a murder happening on a movie. I move closer to the screen intently watching the characters every move. Every stab of the knife, every blood splatter on the walls, every scream of the victim sends chills down my spine. I feel my inner demons coming from my soul and strangling me. I do nothing, I still watch, I keep telling myself to turn it off, but I dont. I can't. My entire body is consumed by the scene. I clintch my teeth and make fists so tight I feel the blood circulation being crimped like a running hose with a knot. The sounds of the knife entering the victims body, the screams, the blood, the look in the killers eyes brought back memories. Memories I should I hate...Memories....I love.
January 6, 2010
I awake again to kids screaming in the street. Everyday for the last 4 months I wake to this sound. Everyday, I smile, but realize it was not screaming of death, rather screaming of annoying child play. Everyday i look at a possible way to kill the noise, all i can think of is of a crimson result.
My past is becoming my present and I have to find control soon. I dont want to be back in the Prison Block, with the stech of unbathed bodies for weeks at a time, but I miss it. I miss the control, the fear, the violence.
August 12, 2010
I have had it, with all this screaming. Again today I wake to it, look out of the window and see kids running around. I see a little boy bounce a ball laughing at a little girl he is playing with. I notice his mother sitting on the bench not too far away from his location, no one esle is around just a mother, two children, lots of bushes, and no witnesses. Smiling now, I think to myself, "perfect".
I quickly grab a Coke, a glass and fill it with ice. and run down stairs to meet the childen and woman there. As I open the back door, it is reminecent of the cell door, the same sound the same weight. I immediatley make eye contact with the young woman. As I approach her I can see she looks to be in her late 20's. She is gorgeous, long brown hair in a pony tail, wearing a white shirt and denim shorts exposing long tanned legs. I open my Coke and pour it into the glass and sit next to the woman. She smiles. I do nothing. "Sure is a nice day out" she says to me. I look at her, in the eyes, put my drink to the side of me and reply to her "To get fucked." She is stunned at my comment. I touch her leg and run my fingers from her knee to her uppper thigh. She gets up and yells. As she tries to run away, the kids run away.I grab her from behind, with my groin thrusted up against her ass, covering her mouth with my hand. "What were you doing here just watching those kids? If they are not yours", she replies "Get off of me!"
We continue to struggle and i manage to get her behind some bushes. "You're a fighter, I like that, but im tired of it." I grab my coke glass shatter part of it on the concrete put the sharp edge to her throat. "Now stop fighting!" She complies, Tears are running down her face. She looks at me in terror. I Take my hands and run them accross her breats slowly, then lift her shirt exposing her bra. She continues to fight some more so i slightly slice her throat just enough to draw blood. I remove her bra, and her big breast are perfect ,as if they were still supported by her victoria secret bra. "Please don't do this" she pleads, I put my hand down her shorts and under her thong, and reply-"It's obvious that you are enjoying yourself." She continues to cry in terror. "
"This part wont hurt, this part you will enjoy" I say while un bottoning her shorts and pulling them off.
I take off my belt and tie her hands with it very tight, to cut off circulation. Her hands turn purple within seconds. She lay there defenseless and naked. Sobbing of fear, I take off her socks and stuff them in her mouth to keep her quiet. I get up and look at her and tell her I love her, and i call her Alice. She looks at me confused, as i comfort her explaining she is the woman of my dreams..As i continue to analyse her body, I soon become erect I enter her deeply as If I was making love with my wife.
She moans in pain and pleassure at once. her face is black from the dark mascara running down her cheeks, Eyes are red of humilation and agony. Its beautiful to me, I finish inside of her and slowly take it out. "You did'nt finish." I said, as she closes her eyes. "i will make you finish" I say to her.
I take the cold ice cubes from my drink and put them in her now blue hands. The melting ice runnind down her face onto her bloody neck. I take the broken glass and spread her legs open again. she screams, as she knows what i am about to do to her. she spits the sock out "Why are you doing this! Please! No Please!" I reply calmly, "You teased me for months of the children screaming, I thought they were dying and it made me excited, but i was dissapointed only to find you everyday sitting here not keeping them quiet. If they are to scream, they are to scream from death, not of childs play." she replied "You're crazy!"-"i knew you would say that."
I quickly thrust the broken glass into her and she screams. Her pussy flowing a blood, I slice it vertically with the glass, ripping thru layers of muscle and tissue. I get it open enough so that I can put my arms deep inside of her. She now lays lifeless of the pain. No screams, no life, her dead body sits as I continue to mutilate it. "I guess you're finished."
I then untie her hands and bit off her left ring finger to be consumed. Covered in blood, I get erect again standing over her body. I use the blood as lubricant to finish on her breasts and walk away onto the street and sit. I wait, wait for authorities, wait for the anarchy, wait for my peace.
Novemeber 29th 2010
I lay her in solitary, dreaming of the scene and smiling at the look of terror. I remember In transport to the cell, I saw many familiar faces, many asked why I was back, I simply replied "I killed my wife." As I lay here holding her only memory after digging through my own feces, I hold her ring finger, boney, meatless, representing the tough times we had together, dug up like a fossil, yet will remain ever lasting.
This is my last entry as today I will be put to death.
To my wife Alice, I love you.
THE END
Last edited by raz25 15 years ago
jshank718@ raz25 : good story. dat was sum krazy shit.
i was kaptured at da begining,very detailed. wrote like a real book.
Elena
OMG Raz.... This was sick! Like... wow... I just sit here, with my jaw on the floor,,,,
HIDDEN MESSAGES JayMeal
O_O ... intense shit. wtf man