By Dan Cilva
I caught myself crushing the stones against the face of my tormentor with such violence that I defiled the sight of any mortal or god. The blood spurted hot and spiked against the walls and my clothes making it all a scene taken from the most sordid of nightmares.
Anoir was opening his mouth, crying out begging him not to kill him.
I felt a wide smile on my face and satisfied satisfaction, and something whispered in my ear. I do not think anyone else had listened to him but he was there.
His rough touch ran over my shoulders and in the darkness of my recurring ignorance, the shadow rejoiced my fall to the vilest form of life this world has ever seen, a killer.
Yes, I killed Anoir for pleasure, it was the pieces I joined that forced me to do so.
Please do not understand that I am trying to exonerate myself from the guilt of having crushed your bones to exhaustion, with such satisfaction I must say, I explain only to observe well the being and the thing that took the north of reason away from me.
In this world there are people such as houses on a street, secrets guarded by locked doors and thin walls from where their inhabitants through windows send signs of good day, good afternoon and good night. A false attempt of communication, of coexistence that leads us to lie every day more and more.
The news soon spread among residents eager to learn of others and without letting the question cool in the sloppy notion of the populace of false confidants was where most of the children in the neighborhood went to bed?
A worn piece of clothing, some strange sounds through the walls and another child disappeared.
It was not hard to imagine.
He deserved what I did ... It was so quiet, so pleasant his silence that for this reason and many reasons stigmatized as strange and little knew or talked about it.
He was an old man in his 65 already to complete birthday.
Little did he notice when he spoke to someone, but his hoarse voice was far from his peaceful appearance.
There was a birthmark on his left wrist in the shape of a half moon and he limped half a centimeter from his left leg by a slight birth deformity that resulted in a diminutive shortening of his leg.
No one paid attention to Anoir ...
Last month he had gone to the hospital to consult about his nightmares with the ocean. It was something that made him anguish. Soon after the consultation, he went to have his coffee dripped in the bar next to the bus station that he took to return home always at 4 o'clock.
Anoir was completely inacusable ...
When the police arrived and found the evidence in his apartment, in his trash, there was no doubt about it. I even went to trial for killing you but everything was in my favor, especially the jury.
Now I can hide the bodies under the rosebush of my garden ...By Dan Cilva
I caught myself crushing the stones against the face of my tormentor with such violence that I defiled the sight of any mortal or god. The blood spurted hot and spiked against the walls and my clothes making it all a scene taken from the most sordid of nightmares.
Anoir was opening his mouth, crying out begging him not to kill him.
I felt a wide smile on my face and satisfied satisfaction, and something whispered in my ear. I do not think anyone else had listened to him but he was there.
His rough touch ran over my shoulders and in the darkness of my recurring ignorance, the shadow rejoiced my fall to the vilest form of life this world has ever seen, a killer.
Yes, I killed Anoir for pleasure, it was the pieces I joined that forced me to do so.
Please do not understand that I am trying to exonerate myself from the guilt of having crushed your bones to exhaustion, with such satisfaction I must say, I explain only to observe well the being and the thing that took the north of reason away from me.
In this world there are people such as houses on a street, secrets guarded by locked doors and thin walls from where their inhabitants through windows send signs of good day, good afternoon and good night. A false attempt of communication, of coexistence that leads us to lie every day more and more.
The news soon spread among residents eager to learn of others and without letting the question cool in the sloppy notion of the populace of false confidants was where most of the children in the neighborhood went to bed?
A worn piece of clothing, some strange sounds through the walls and another child disappeared.
It was not hard to imagine.
He deserved what I did ... It was so quiet, so pleasant his silence that for this reason and many reasons stigmatized as strange and little knew or talked about it.
He was an old man in his 65 already to complete birthday.
Little did he notice when he spoke to someone, but his hoarse voice was far from his peaceful appearance.
There was a birthmark on his left wrist in the shape of a half moon and he limped half a centimeter from his left leg by a slight birth deformity that resulted in a diminutive shortening of his leg.
No one paid attention to Anoir ...
Last month he had gone to the hospital to consult about his nightmares with the ocean. It was something that made him anguish. Soon after the consultation, he went to have his coffee dripped in the bar next to the bus station that he took to return home always at 4 o'clock.
Anoir was completely inacusable ...
When the police arrived and found the evidence in his apartment, in his trash, there was no doubt about it. I even went to trial for killing you but everything was in my favor, especially the jury.
Now I can hide the bodies under the rosebush of my garden ...
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