Murders... Gotta love 'em. I don't know why I can't seem to stop writing murders. Does that make me a psychopath? I sure hope not.
Murders... Ranging from not-so-gruesome to totally gore and dark and stuff that I really shouldn't write. I only commit my murders on paper. Come, dear readers, into a gruesome journey full of horrific murders, and bloody tortures and other equally terrible stuff. I hope you enjoy your stay. Buh-bye, I am off to kill people.
In a battle of Evil vs. Evil, who will win?
The Vigilantes, a group of the most evil, the most dangerous criminals, fight their way through a city where only the worst of the worst get what they want. And these lovely assassins always get what they want.
Along the way, however, they end up helping the weak and helpless who have been taken advantage of by those with the power to do so. Civilians have had everything they hold dear taken from them, and so the Vigilantes turn their eyes towards the strongest: those who dare to ignore their battlecry.
Through their misplaced heroisms, the group of villains has come to be known as ‘The Protectors of Justice’ - which couldn’t be further from the truth. Will the civilians come to see through their misled doting, or will crime rule the world?
Tales of love or lack thereof, of gruesome killings and bloody corpses, with occasional bits of humorous pieces stuffed in between. Tales that will send a chill down your spine, stories that will give you shivers. Are you ready to be amazed by stories under 500 words?
A collection of super short stories I found lying around. Some written for a contest, some written in a boring class while trying not to sleep, and some written cause I like to kill. These are the openings that I will most likely not continue but I like them.
Sabrina Chase is a good ol' genius detective with stoic personality. Melissa Waters is her trusty sidekick who has the annoying habit of talking a lot. And this is almost cliche, boring detective story with almost cliche characters, consisting of gruesome murders, sick psychopaths, and possibly an actual plot.
Did I forget to mention that our lovely protagonist went missing four years ago and doesn't remember a thing about the entire time period? Well, there's that mystery to uncover. Apparently, it's PTSD. From what, you ask? I guess, you'll have to read to find out.
I realized that I wanted to kill people gruesomely in different ways, so this was born. Or rather, I pulled it out from the dusty, old, cobweb-filled attic. It's a really old idea that for some reason I couldn't write back then.
Also, I'm not really sure about the title of this story. I may change it later.
I am bored and I don't know what to write in this intro. Basically these are just stories I write based on the suggestions from the I'm bored status.
Idea credits: Hybrid Kitten
The singer of a rock band is found dead in a cabin in the middle of the woods. The murder weapon: Russian Red by MAC.
A killer robot's on the loose, and with seemingly no connection between the victims, the authorities seek the aid of Zelt, an expert investigator with a myriad of talents to help bring criminals to justice. With the help of cyborg cat F-E Lyne, the detective goes to work on what is perhaps the most dangerous case in years for the human and cat cyborg duo.
I'd like to have a shot at collaborative work.
I have a pretty decent plan if anyone would like to take it on. I'd really like that.
The wind chimes inside the Mansion of Molly plays haunting music every Halloween - the reason everyone thinks it's haunted.
A hundred and thirty years ago, a boy walked into the mansion and never came back. This is because demonic forces possessed and bound him.
He can only get out at the winter solstice, when the forces are low. He took advantage of an half-angelic lady one of those nights.
The result is the main character who has a natural, gifted music ability, due to both angel and demon blood running through his veins.
His mum tells him that his dead died in a car crash when he was too young to remember. His mum tries to convince him not to pursue music because it would only draw him to the demonic mansion.
He pursues music all the same and finds himself drawn to the mansion. He dies there.
Okay. I'm not good at plans. I've got the first bits written out in the next issue if you want to have a look.
There's a new number one app in every major app store.
The name; 'Murdur'. The description: 'Interactive pest control'. Once inside the app, you can suggest ways to murder someone. Multiple times a day, the app's creator promises to choose one murder method as suggested by a submission through the app, and commit a murder exactly as the method said. You have up to fifty words to describe the method. If your's is chosen, the murder method (again, EXACTLY as your instructions say) is carried out, and broadcasted live through the app.
Oh, and one more thing; although completely optional, you can choose whoyou murder.
Other than the group who developed the app, of course, anyone is fair game. The video will be followed by a cryptic messege that no one understands.
The world goes crazy. It becomes the number one app in every appstore that ever existed. Conspiracies fill the internet. Blogs are made just to review each murder and give it a 1-10 rating. The world is devided among those who believe it is real, and how believes it is only Hollywood smoke an mirrors. Hundreds of people 'turn themselves in' to the police, claiming to be the creator of the app, only to find out they have nothing to do with the development of the app.
The story will be told through the eyes of two; the eyes of the young poet who is trying to stop it, and the inventor of the app itself.
Copyright Stormie Dawn Russell, 2016.
Detective Jorgensen was the best detective on the force. But for once, a case was alluding her. Men were dying, dying fast, and no one knew who the allusive "Murderess" truly was.
Murderess wasn't one for subtlety. She loved recognition, lived for attention. But for once, she was trying to stay in the shadows. But could she?