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Turtle in a half shell (00000352)
2.8/5 (100 Votes)
When I was little I found the cutest turtle outside in my back garden. I knew my friend Heather had a huge turtle shell and I just thought it was the coolest thing. So I left the turtle, went inside and got a knife. I went back outside and started stabbing the turtle inside the shell. And when he wouldn't die and I got sick from seeing so much blood, I started to cry and put it down, praying it would get better. I still feel like shit for doing that, I know it's not close but I feel like a murderer.

Posted on 03.04.2013, 06:04:29 CET
Murder he wrote (00000338)
2.8/5 (72 Votes)
I killed my neighbor yesterday because he yelled at my dog. I hate it when people yell at my dog so I just got really fed up with him. I just walked up to him and stabbed him 3 times in the chest, and then I hit him over the head with a hammer.

Posted on 29.03.2013, 02:04:01 CET

Losing My Baby (00000143)
2.7/5 (120 Votes)
I was 14 when I got pregnant. I had just broken up with the father (16) about a month before I found out. He and I had been together since I was ten, and at that age, we thought we were ready for sex. When I went to his house, everyone was either drunk or stoned. I freaked when I found out. I didn't want to be stuck with this guy for the rest of my life. I didn't want a kid in that kind of environment. I was still a kid myself. There was a rather large bottle of muscle relaxers that his mom kept on her bed side table. In a split second, I made a choice. I sent my older cousin a text, telling her to come get me. I opened the bottle and dumped out a handful. I swallowed it, and dumped another handful. I remember going to sit in their living room down stairs to wait to be picked up, and sitting on the couch reading the "Big Book of Baby Names" that my ex's sister had. I don't remember anything else. When I woke up, my mom slapped me so hard, there was a hand shaped bruise on my face for a week. I was told what I did. I had almost slapped my mom. I had punched my cousin when she tried to put me in the car. My blood pressure had almost dropped to nothing, and I should have died. I would have, if not for Michael. I lost my baby, and I know that the only reason I'm still alive is because he left to keep me here. If I hadn't been pregnant, if there hadn't been another soul for death to take, I would be in the ground. I killed my baby, who would have been named Michael, after his father. I have to live with the guilt of that everyday, and it eats away at my soul.

Posted on 23.05.2012, 19:32:06 CET
Place: Kansas City, MO, USA
I killed our baby (00000114)
2.6/5 (172 Votes)
I'm sorry, angel. I killed our baby. You keep saying you are sorry. You keep blaming yourself for the miscarriage. Your body was carrying him (now we know it was a him). But you did nothing to cause this. Yes, you drank. Even after we found out, you kept drinking. You drank to the point you fell down. You took all those pills. I was afraid of the damage you were doing to our baby. I was afraid that I'm so broke I work two jobs and can't pay my mortgage. I was afraid that you kept trying to tell me to leave and let you raise the baby alone. I was afraid you would leave and take my baby. I didn't want to be separated from my baby. I didn't want you to keep putting those poisons into our baby. I didn't want the baby.

You were supposed to be 6 weeks along. I bought the pills from India. They came in the mail. I'd been making you take vitamins, so I just pretended they were the vitamins you had been taking. Thats why I held you so close that night. Because I knew, and you didn't. At six weeks, you would have had a heavy period type bleed and we could start over. At 16 weeks, he was already a whole baby. The paramedics had to collect the tissue from the toilet. I looked in the container. He was tiny and beautiful and looked so wrong to be in that plastic bio-waste bucket. The Doctor told us it was a him. I'm sorry. When you told me how scared you were, I wept because I knew. When you told me you had to break the cord to leave the toilet to call 911, I wept because I knew. When you begged me for forgiveness for losing my son, I wept because I knew. When they asked what name to put on his certificate, you said to honor me, and I wept because I knew. I will never ever tell you. You are my angel. Someday we might be blessed again. You could never forgive me. I hope the Goddess will forgive me. I hope the Goddess will bless us again. I'm sorry angel. I killed our baby.

Posted on 05.03.2011, 22:55:17 CET
A pigeon and my bicycle (00000014)
2.5/5 (149 Votes)
Yesterday the impossible happened: I (m) ran over a pigeon with my bicycle in the pedestrian area of Cottbus.
Tags: Murder Pride

Posted on 14.06.2007, 02:13:13 CET
Place: Cottbus, Germany

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