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Dear Kendra: Journal of a Female Serial Killer

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Dear Kendra: Journal of a Female Serial Killer

By: Kym Datura

I was born on February 14, 1970 at 5:35 a.m. My mother was pronounced dead at 5:37 a.m. Women had not achieved equality with men in any country. Four students at Kent State University in Ohio were killed by National Guardsmen at a protest about American incursion into Cambodia. The unemployment rate stood at 3.5 percent. The cost of a first-class stamp was six cents. The Beatles broke up. Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin both died drug-related deaths at age twenty-seven. IBM introduced the floppy disk. Yes, it was quite a year. Possibly, it was even more so for my grandmother. My mother had died that year and I never knew my father. My grandmother said that the angels came down one night and took my mother away from her pain and suffering. I asked my grandmother once if I could visit my mother’s grave and her response was, “Your mother isn’t buried anywhere dear, she is everywhere.” I never asked again. Grandmother also told me stories of my father and said that I got my looks and personality from him. I can only confirm this through photos she had of him when he was younger. I was somewhat of a tomboy as a child, which I suppose explains the person I am now. I once punched a girl in the face at school, causing blood to spurt from her nose. That happened when I was in first grade and I suppose they should have seen the signs then. However, my grandmother always came to my defense. The other girls at school were always making fun of my clothes and the fact that I wore jeans all the time. I hated dresses and only owned one, which I wore to church every Sunday. God forbid if I got that dress dirty, then I would have to face the music with my grandmother. My grandmother’s house was filled with items and knick-knacks. Pictures of all sorts lined the walls, as did furniture and lamps. She even had a collectible circus train built into the wall that ran on a small track just below the ceiling.

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Heart Lock: Embrace of Two Souls

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Heart Lock: Embrace of Two Souls

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He turned the warlock around and looked him straight in the eyes as the warlock began to bleed to death. ?You suffered unto my wife and child and now you must pay the price.? The warlock looked into Nico?s eyes pleadingly. ?Argh? glugg..? The warlock tried to speak, but couldn't. He knew he was powerless after being cut by a witch?s athame that was thousands time more powerful then he could ever hope or imagine to be. As the warlock tried to speak, Nico opened the warlock?s mouth, pulled out his tongue and sliced it off. Not only was blood spurting from the warlock?s mouth, his throat was bleeding profusely. Nico held up the warlock by his shoulders and watched him die as he stared him in the eyes. ?As your life is drained from you, may you feel the agony and pain you bestowed upon my wife Bella, ten-fold. May your soul be damned to hell for all eternity.? Were the last words the warlock heard come from Nico?s mouth as his life drained from his now lifeless body. Nico dropped the warlock?s body to the ground and left it for the wild animals to devour. A proper burial for someone who had taken part in the fatal ritual of his Bella?s death. Nico walked away from the warlock?s bloody lifeless body. As he was walking away, he felt a sudden surge of energy over him. He felt his chest and arms become stronger and his inner strength build. It was his first kill and he had thirty-nine more to go. With his determination for revenge, a taste for blood and Bella?s help, he will seek the death of every single one of her murderers. If it takes him the rest of his life, he will brutally kill each and every one of the occult members who had taken the only thing that mattered the most to him. His dear sweet beloved Isabella. Revenge shall be his.

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1463005695

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A World Gone Normal

Bad Things Happen in Alleys

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A World Gone Normal

Bad Things Happen in Alleys

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?Scream or yell and I kill you now.? The masked man said in a deep and gruff voice. I wasn't sure who it was, but I knew it was a male by his voice. He held a knife at my throat and was on top of me. ?You can make this easy or you can make this hard. That is up to you.? He undid my slacks that I was wearing and pulled them down around my ankles. He then grabbed my panties and ripped them off. I am sure he tossed them somewhere, he wasn't too worried about where they had landed. I felt a surge of fear come over me when I realized what was happening and about to happen to me. I was going to be a rape victim! I didn't want to struggle for fear of him stabbing me with the knife he held, either by accident or on purpose. I couldn't scream for fear he might kill me. All I could do was hope that a passerby would see us, but I knew that wouldn't be possible. He had pulled me deep into the ally where it was dark. I heard some trash cans rattling and I was hoping that maybe it was a homeless person looking for food and saw what was happening. But my hopes were dashed when I realized it was a couple of alley cats that began to fight with each other. The irony of it was that it was a male cat trying to have sex with a female cat and she was putting up a fight. Probably a better one than I was I bet. Two potential rapes in one alley. How ironic is that? I found myself getting lost in my own thoughts when suddenly the man on top of me went limp. No, not his male part, I mean his whole body. Then someone rolled him off of me. It was too dark to make out who it was, but a street light lit up his face, it was Douglas! The knife went flying to one side and Douglas and Mrs. James? son were soon in a scuffle. I didn't know where my panties were, but I was able to pull up my pants. My purse was nowhere to be found, which had my cell phone in it.

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146300592X

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The Secret Tunnels of Trinity Hall Volume 1

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I was exhausted and hungry. I went to the cafeteria in the college and ate some food. It was German food of course, sausages, cheese, bread and fruit. I wasn't sure what the other dishes were, so I stuck to what looked edible for my taste. I sat at a table by myself and several moments later a male student sat next to me and introduced himself as Frans. I introduced myself as well. Trying to use the best German accent I had been taught in German class. My teacher would have been proud, because it worked! I was able to carry on a conversation about the current events and school finals that would be coming up soon. He had asked me if I had attended the parade and had commented on how the spirits were high, considering that Hitler was losing the war. I agreed. I didn't dare tell him that by this time tomorrow, Hitler would be dead because he would have taken his own life. After talking to Frans for a while it turned out that he was the nephew of one of Hitler's officers. He asked me if I had wanted to meet Hitler the next day, since he was meeting his uncle for lunch. At first, I was frightened, but then maybe I would have some questions answered and be able to figure out how to return back to my time period. There was a reason I was here and I wasn't yet sure why. After I ate, Frans and I took a walk on the campus. He asked me if I was staying at the college or a youth hostel. I said a youth hostel, he said he would walk me there, which was good, because I had no idea where the nearest one was and he apparently did. When we arrived at the entrance way he stopped and hugged me and said he would pick me up the next day. I went inside the hostel and checked in for a room. I was exhausted. I took a shower and there were clothes in the closet that were left by the previous student who had stayed there, which happened to be female. Lucky me! I fell right to sleep.

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Dear Kendra: Journal of a Female Serial Killer Volume 2

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“Hi, my name is Cassandra, my grandmother is crazy, I wear nothing but black clothing these days… oh yeah, did I forget to mention the fact that I am carrying on the family business? What? Oh no… my dad never owned a bakery or flower shop… No, my father is in the killing business. Yep, that’s right, he kills people for a living. What? Yeah, I think I may be carrying on his legacy.” I am so confused right now. I am also angry as all hell at my grandmother. That crazy God-loving witch is going to pay for this some day. I’ll figure out something later. Right now? School is still the same. Even without Tiffany there, the kids still treat me the same. One kid asked me if I was going to a funeral. I responded with a simple, “Yes, yours.” Boy, would I love to take him into a dark alley and rid him of this earth. He and Tiffany could have a prom date in hell for all I care. All in due time though. I started reading about the Wicca Religion. I am really tired of organized religion. Seeing people go to church every Sunday, yet, committing sins the other 6 days of the week. As if contributing money to the basket every Sunday is an atonement for the week’s atrocities. All the lying, cheating adulterers who come in on Sunday services and expect to be forgiven. The hypocrisy is sickening and maddening. Yet, it somehow feeds me. Their lip service is intoxicating. I am beginning to understand what my father was writing about. There are many people in this world who shouldn't have been bestowed the gift of life upon them. They are just wasting it. Drugs, prostitution, leading a mundane life. Grandmother says that we should be “Living for the Lord”. Whatever that means.

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Dear Kendra: Journal of a Female Serial Killer

Dear Kendra: Journal of a Female Serial Killer

Heart Lock: Embrace of Two Souls

Heart Lock: Embrace of Two Souls

A World Gone Normal

A World Gone Normal

The Secret Tunnels of Trinity Hall Volume 1

The Secret Tunnels of Trinity Hall Volume 1

Dear Kendra: Journal of a Female Serial Killer Volume 2

Dear Kendra: Journal of a Female Serial Killer Volume 2

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