Darkside 2: the short story.

before I begin this story, I'd like to make an observation about my motivations for writing it. Buried deep, deep within my mind, is an untold reservoir of anger, of jealousy, selfishness, and malicious intent, against which I fight every day and night to be the person I am. Inevitably, these negative emotions have to come out somehow, and it seems that they always direct themselves at me. I hate it when I upset or disappoint the people I care about most, and I manage that frequently.

The following came from somewhere else in my mind where people should tread softly.


Memoir of a Murderer.


(sorry guys, i was going to put up my latest story, but I'm still having troubles with the fact it came out of my mind - its a bit scary. Currently this story is under my bed, where i wont run across it by accident.)