Short Story

Morally, killing someone else is never okay and usually this heinous crime, is not committed by the average person. However, what if there was an exception to this and the “common person” stumbles upon such a malicious act? Typically, society does not stick up for those who kill someone else and tend to shun those who have, except when they have committed the act under the circumstance that they were protecting themselves. The best way to understand why killing someone to benefit you is by putting yourself in that

First of all, man has been killing since the beginning of time. Even in the Bible, Cain killed Abel and that was in the very beginning of time thousands and thousands of years ago. It seems it is human nature to kill and

These actions created bliss and contentment for the killer, as their goal had been accomplished. This eventually leads to even more killings, as the killers craved the rush they felt when they finished a kill. Serial killers perform the horrid action of murder because of their separation from reality, the rush they feel, and the confidence

Louis again swore everyone in the room could hear his heart beat. He looked down to the creature tucked behind his legs and found it to be the one-eyed tabby. He raised a brow at it and found himself surprised as it let out a soft purr. He guessed it had warmed to him at least partially.

The very emphasis of the commandment “Thou shalt not kill” makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours.

When you stop to think about the issue of active killing, you have to wonder why anyone would

“It was five minutes, and you already have two welts. If you’re a good kitten and stay completely still,” Castiel cracked down on her again and Nana cried out a little. “I promise I’ll make you purr.”

Killing people isn't easy ... or so they say. But I never saw it that way. Ever since I was a kid, people said I lacked empathy, that something was wrong with me ... as I grow older, I come to realize the same myself.

The cat hopped off of the wooden chair, gaining the brown-haired male’s attention. He stood from where he had been seated comfortably on the floor, stretching out his limbs before walking across the dusty wooden floorboards, to the sliding glass doors of his small cosy home. There

Some people say that murder is justified when doing it as revenge, self defense, or “ridding

Attention Graber: Everyone knows that in the United States killing is wrong and if you do kill you get punish for it. Holly Near an activist tells us “Why do we kill people who are killing people to show that killing people is wrong?”

But to set the record straight no I do not have a chemical imbalance in my brain that causes me to kill on impulse and no I did not torture small animals when I was a little kid, I just wanted to clear the air because most people group killers into categories and I do not want to be in either of those. But back to my story, yes my very first kill got away, I really have no idea how he got away but he did and I think he’s trying to kill me now, kind of like cat and mouse but we’re both cats because, call me cocky but I highly doubt he can kill me. Also no I do not have superhuman abilities or any special training, but I am a martial arts expert and train whenever I can

This is how I do things. I am a professional assassin, I am used to betraying people and killing them. So, this feeling shouldn’t exist in me. But I feel it rekindle. My heart is burning and my gut is getting gnawed by a rodent. As if I am stabbing myself a hundred times over. My throbbing hands are going against my sense of duty.

“But why?” the Thing demanded. “Why would the cat do such a thing? I know, I know, it’s my name and all, but why?”

On par with what Tarquin knew of his personality, the cat didn't respond, instead silently sulking under his bed. Shadows covered its dark yellow eyes. Tarquin put his hand out, hoping he would at least try and be friendly, but to no avail. Impulse hissed, placing a paw, fortunately of sheathed claws, on Tarquin’s hand.