In East Orange, initiations were completed by murdering someone, for no other reason than to prove to a tremendously cold, tremendously tight brotherhood that you possessed the hardness required to watch their backs.

How you can argue with those who whip, stone and murder people because they wanted to live their life?

The trial of Jesus of Nazareth, the trial and rehabilitation of Joan of Arc, any one of the witchcraft trials in Salem during 1691, the Moscow trials of 1937 during which Stalin destroyed all of...

If I could quietly kill her without anyone knowing, I would.

murder, maim and kidnap.

I am not a one-issue voter in the sense that indicates I am an ignorant fundamentalist who only cares about one thing. I believe in protecting the environment. I believe in caring for the poor,...

I turn off my cell phone and reluctantly slide it down my pocket. My hands are shaking. A large knife appears in his hand.”William Wilson in the short story ‘Metro’ by Steen Langstrup

enemy?

But it wasn’t anyone! … What could I say I was a freak – an Empty.

Hawksmoor had often noticed how, in the moments when he first carne upon a corpse, all the objects around it wavered for an instant and became unreal- the trees which rose above a body hidden...

Some Christian lawyers—some eminent and stupid judges—have said and still say, that the Ten Commandments are the foundation of all law.Nothing could be more absurd. Long before these commandments were given there were codes of...

You wanted to kill your father in order to be your father yourself. Now you are your father, but a dead father.

But what were you supposed to do with that weight? Once it was on you? Just be a man? Just suck it up? Maybe you were. Maybe that was the real test. Maybe that is...

Her face was a grimace of surprised pain as she slid unconscious down the back of the tub and under the water. I held her under for several minutes after the blow, watching as the...

Then his fingers trembled on her ankle—tightened around her foot. His head shifted, turning toward her. With a growl, she crashed the poker down onto his head. His hand jerked. A gurgling noise arose, not...

He scraped through the dark sand to the center house, two stories, both pouring bands of light into the fog. There was warmth and gaiety within, through the downstairs window he could see young people...

Abby could smell his hot breath in her face. It reeked like dead apples left to rot in the scorching summer sun.

The question is, If I killed your husband, would you seek revenge, or would you send me a Thank You card? I think I know the answer, so here is my address: Jarod Kintz 12321...

There are red splatters all over my shirt. Is that spaghetti sauce—or a murder stain? Somebody go look for my mother-in-law, and if you find her, let me know so I can move the body...

I waited for him to come out. He didn’t. I considered going in after him, but knew the fact that I had readied myself to kill him did not mean that he had readied himself...

Complacency is a sword of two edges. One edge kills hard earned successes while the other end stops future glories. Complacency is a murderer and a barrier!

It was easy to imagine the beginning of time here, but also, perhaps, its end.

My dad was born poor, made a fortune during his life, and then died suddenly—murdered by his only son, leaving his vast estate to a daughter I didn’t know he had.

Ask them, then. …Ask them when there’s no heat in their homes and they’re cold. Ask them when their engines stop. Ask them, when people who have never known hunger start going hungry. You want...

I am an ordinary sort of fellow, not braver than other people, but I hate to see a good man downed, and that long knife would not be the end of Scudder if I could...

Carol, a swing-shift cocktail waitress in the Bird of Paradise’s show lounge had gotten home (guesswork, here) around 2:15 – 2:30, poured herself a glass of milk, and had opened the back door of the...

Drug addicts had their drugs. Alcoholics had their bottles. Serial killers had their murders.

I’ve been known to be contrary. When something pushes me, I shove back. Even if the one doing the pushing is me. It would have been easy to gut him then and there. Satisfying. But...

Don’t make me kill you at this hour in the morning Jimmy. It’s not civilized.

There’s a saying that you can’t put a price on a human life, but that saying is a lie because we have. We have, and it’s so much lower than you would think. Yes, human...

How Many Lumberjacks Does it Take to Ravish, Maim and Kill Five Feisty Female Co-eds?Read ‘Lumberjacked’ by Rich Bottles Jr. to find out!Lumberjacked: A Supernatural Tale of Murder and Mayhem in the Mountain State.

The South African Police Services and Road Traffic Inspectorate staff, who also attend to murder scenes, do benefit from a monthly danger allowance,

I should not yield to it, he told himself once again as he walked along carrying the briefcase. Compulsion-obsession-phobia. But he could not free himself. It in my grip, I in its, he thought.

He had been dazzled. Because of the dazzling brightness, he had had to kill [Seigen]. All who had encountered Seigen had had their hearts stolen by that brightness. That envy had turned to malice.

The evidence shows us there was an accident that deteriorated into panic and then murder.

There were a lot of things he could say. “Son of a bitch!” would have been a good one. Or he could say, “Welcome to civilization!” He could have said, “Laugh this one off!” He...

The king! I thought he was philosopher enough to allow that there was no murder in politics. In politics, my dear fellow, you know, as well as I do, there are no men, but ideas...

I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.

But isn’t it likely that everyone in this world…has killed someone or other on their way to the top?…All I wanted was a chance to be a man–and for that, one murder is enough.

It is wrong to kill anyone. It is wrong to kill those who kill. It is wrong to kill the executioner. The laws on murder must be killed!

If you have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the time of her husband’s murder.

Von allen Abenteuern ist Selbstmord das literarischste, mehr noch als Mord.

I decided not to charge you with murder, because that would require me filling out lots of paperwork. So you’re free to go.

He’d once known a man who said that life hinged on the moment, that everything changed in the blink of an eye. Tesseract knew the truth of that as well as anybody. It was in...

Death doesn’t have to be the end of it. Our love for her is stronger than the grave.

This is going to be murder,” Fransic whispered to Mr. Trimes. “Pure murder.””I’m glad to see your confidence returning, Mr. Tucket. Just a few minutes ago you were ready to give up. Now you’re talking...

I had a dream about you. You wondered if there were any more honest men left in the world, and so did I, because I worked for the government, and if there were any honest...

He’d searched every corner of his mind looking for ways to avoid a rendezvous with Chico. In the last twenty years, Slade had come a long way from the ghetto orphanage where he’d grown up,...

As a rule, I had murder in my mind. That day, I had it in my heart.

You don’t kill someone you love, do you?