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Killer's Son

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Time 4h 36m

Reads 12,737
Votes 507
Parts 94
Time 4h 36m

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Since a young age, I've been taught things ...differently.
I've witnessed things that I know now, not normal kids would.
The earliest memories, that I have...are painted with splotches of red.
Because...
My father, is a killer
And I help him.All Rights Reserved

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Jeff the Killer by c_r_e_e_p_y_p_a_s_ta

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It's not death it's art by RedSnow1997

Well what can you expect from an artist also born of blood? She was too young to remember much of anything that happened to them she was barely 6 months old but at least she was protected. Kept with her big brother. The only thing she has this memory of in the back of her mind is red everywhere and it was beautiful not in the same way her brothers think of it but more like an artist. She does photography for the police too. She teaches art to kids she helps her brother with his killings. Not in the way you think though. She's the only person that really understands him. She never saw him as a monster or something evil. Normal serial killers they're said to not have emotions or feelings but she knows that he loves her and that he's grateful for me. Dad never knew they kept it hidden well enough somehow that he never found out she knew the truth and their sister never knew either. This will just be their little secret and hope they don't ever get caught. Not my characters don't sue

Mute by xblackened_rosesx

I fall onto the floor. Why do I have to be clumsy? I hear my father wake up. He sits up and sees me. His eyes are drilling into mine. I now know I'm just good as dead... My father stalks towards me and I'm too scared to move. He grabs my hair pulling me up. I whine in pain. He throws me against the wall. I groan rubbing my head, which is now throbbing...

In my Utopia by JinnatGharwal01

"This story is purely the product of my imagination. I have drawn inspiration from someone very dear to me, but they exist only in my utopia. I sense his presence with me at all times, although in reality, he is not. This is the essence of the narrative. Many characteristics described in this story are born from my imagination, not from any real individual. I welcome all of you to journey to another realm, the utopia of my imagination. English is not my native language, but I strive to do my best. I admire those with a rich vocabulary. Have a wonderful time:) @jinnatgharwal Go ahead, love. This is my first attempt at sharing something from my imaginary world with the social world. If it doesn't align with your tastes, feel free to explore other works.

My Shining Armor. (Salvis) by iixkait

He stared into my eyes with disbelief. I could tell he was thinking, "you crazy fucking kid." I kept my head high as my neck continued to bleed. Warnings: Abuse Cursing F slur Blood Suicidal Thoughts

Kentucky Kaleidoscope by Angela107247

My family is not descended from royalty. We have nothing of consequence nor of large value. We are not incredible. Nor are we ordinary. And we are not strikingly dull. We are who we are. We are off and sometimes normal. We are you. Sometimes we are no one. We are alone. And on occasion not so alone. Our story is unique. Our story is our own. Our story could be your story. You will understand what it is to be us. You'll understand what is to scream within your mind. If you can relate then keep reading. If you can not relate I suggest for you keep reading. Maybe you'll find us curious. A kaleidoscope of colors. Abstract and disorienting to the eye.

One Soul In Two Bodies [ONESHOT] by Mintiezzz

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Welcome to family affairs by Danirose1983

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