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Craytus Jones Jun 21
This weekend's theme will be first person villain. Write, and or tweet pieces written in the first person from the villain's point of view. All genres welcome. I'll drop the discussion question soon. Let's all go to the Dark Side! Much love and respect to you all!
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Jana Jenkins Jun 22
I flashed my press badge and sat down. The convict and I locked eyes, both sets a steely blue-gray. “Tell me about the murders,” I said, pen in hand. “Okay, but why now?” “Because I killed someone last night, and I’m afraid I can’t stop.” My mother smiled.
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Craytus Jones Jun 21
Who are some of your favorite villains from any stories you've ever read or seen?
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Thomas J. Torrington Jun 21
I watch them post their little micro-blogs. Wastes of data. But they do whatever I want. They favorite, retweet, and comment, believing it all matters. Meanwhile, I sell them to the highest advertising bidder. All they want is an edit button. I'll never give it to them.
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Dawn Hosmer Jun 21
People walk by as if I don't exist, as if I'm unimportant. They don't know that I hold life&death in my hands. I will make them notice. They will see me. Each time I kill, their eyes are opened to the reality of my strength. My power. Their screams fuel my rage & desire.
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Hanson Oak Jun 21
"Not knowing is the cutting edge of fear, don't you think? Will you live or die? I learned early that to conquer fear is to not care either way. My mother never learned that, she held to hope until the moment I ripped her in two. You look just like her. Just like her."
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Shawn Burgess Jun 21
I love them. No question about that. & I’m a good father. The best kind. Keeping them from toxic people. The twins wail. Their cries crowd out their mother’s hyperventilating screams as I pull them from the gaping, bloody hole I cut into her womb. A father knows best.
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Kristell Redding Jun 21
Sometimes I feel phantom flames, gorging on bubbling flesh. Sometimes I still wake up gagging on my own screams. I still dream of Hell. But in my stead there are thousands of souls I dragged there myself, brightly burning in that eternal darkness like stars in the night.
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Smarty Marty Jun 21
If they only knew how close they are to death each day. As they walk past me, saying, "nice day", I could reach out, take their throat in my hand & one by one kill them all. But I quietly work at my desk never giving a hint to anyone of what lurks under this smile.
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Thomas J. Torrington Jun 21
She decides to walk home. Makes sense. It's not far and the drinks went down easy from what I saw through the window. Her steps are unsteady, but her routine holds and she takes the path behind the shopping plaza. Dark and secluded as always. She won't hear me. Not yet.
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Matthew Calmes Jun 21
"My collection has grown to over 30. I record them onto cassette. It is old fashioned of me, but nothing beats a midnight drive on the back roads, listening to their final moments. I'll roll down the windows, and let the screams escape into the night air. It's magical."
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Laura Wilson Jun 21
A flu shot, they think, flinching as needle penetrates skin. Seconds pass before they realize, mesmerized by the sight of their soul filling a vial. It's over in a breath, their body a shell, their essence now mine. I place each in a frame, reveling in my live gallery.
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Matabu Jun 21
The torture ends for now. It offers me no relief. The book I must complete is still empty and my hell has only just begun. I suppose it’s better than I expected, not that I expected it at all, my karma.
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Gabriella Messina Jun 21
No one expects me, Im usually a surprise. Young, old, colors with no disguise. Just random, but I make my presence known. Times I’m early, other too late, as I embrace you, it’s painful, like a tire iron in the face. I’m the big C, and I’m somewhere near you.
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John Everex Jun 21
He nods agreement, inviting me in, eyes wide. Hypnotised, he lays back, neck exposed. I savour the moment before penetration, my lips against his skin, blood calling me. Tomorrow, there will be . Tonight he's fresh. Afterwards, I walk back to the nunnery.
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Beans On Toast (Dave) Jun 21
The bullies had planned this camping trip to the island for weeks. I had time to hide machetes and pitchforks all over the place and I was waiting. Stepping in the bear trap surprised me. Later, watching the grizzly walk into the clearing settled matters. Bad idea.
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Fizzytwizler Jun 22
Winter hikers get lost. I skin more coats. Trouble is finding right size for my shape. Got 3 tanning now. 1’s long thick hair, great scarf! She a feisty one, hope she don’t scar. Wanna look pretty like them.I make bone broth, keep my insides warm too.
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Lexi Lefevre Jun 22
Forgotten is where I have remained for months, Liam, suffocating in my own rot that has become more alive than your happiness. I appear soft. Fragile. Don't I? Yet I could spoil your insides faster than—"Mom! Found my lunch bag!"
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The Wandering Orator Jun 21
I'd always drawn satisfaction from my subordinates kneeling to me. Now, as the world itself trembles on its knees at my might, it all feels strangely hollow. I return to study every night, drawing up plans for the next stage to my conquest, each as empty as the last.
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Fallingstar Jun 22
She is frozen, eyes wide, as I trail my fingers along her cheek. "I've always hated you." I plunge the dagger into her chest. Her mouth opens in a silent scream. Her blood runs down my hand. I pull out the weapon and dance away, drops of blood decorating the hallway.
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