This will be the voting thread for the Why the fuck are you locked up AGAIN? I thought you were paroled competition..You may only vote for 1 person..1 time..and no..You may not vote for yourself..

Voting will go on for 24 hours..and then...the judges will take the Top 5 stories..and Pick the 3 winners..

Judges include:

1. Hanako

2. PsychoSteve

3. Dabangem904

4. Jaymeal

5. And Myself

Prizes are:

1st place: 2,000 energy Drinks

2nd place: 500 energy Drinks

3rd place:  $1,000,000

I have compiled all the stories..and will be posting them here for your easy to view pleasure.. ..Please wait until I am done posting all stories to post on the thread with your votes..Thankies..

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1. 31642013

I haven't had music in like three weeks. No TV, no radio, my computer broken and without a soundcard.

Between the dog next door howling all day left alone for a good three days now, to the neighbors across the hall fighting all the time, to the blood curdling screams of the kid across from them.

It's like, what the hell is happening around here? Is this really the asylum? I would just drown them all out, but the only sound that can be heard in my apartment is the struggling fan on my computer.

Everyday, the same motions.... Get up, cat cries, go to work in the morning at the parts shop, come back and cat is still crying, get down and try to write that novel, so I can win one of them prizes someday. But I can't get rid of the howling dog, and the blood curdling screams, and the aggravated quacks and rising diva cries... I decide to spice it up.

I get up from my chair..... on my way to the door, I just have to reach into a drawer to pick a sharpened knife with jagged edges "here and there" and an inwardly curved blade (reminds me best of a small kukri), with green lace around the handle for a good grip. I got it as a gift with a dull blade but, I like sharp things. They are so useful. I shut my door and cross the hall, heading for the neighbor on my far left.

I know them well enough.... Hep Mike and Crazy Cathy... terminal drunkards... shameless junkies.... wastes of flesh and precious air. His shrill constipated grievances are already making me feel violent from the confines of my quarters, but as I stand by their door, knife hanging from my left hand, I feel I will really enjoy what I'm doing. Who's going to miss them?

I raise my right fist and knock a few quiet times. After a moment, I hear his footsteps heading my way to open his door to me. He looks at me, completely doped up, scrawny and unshaved with a bird's nest on his head, and through peripheral visions I can tell their apartment is as trashed as it usually is. He looks at me with this angry but absent eyeballin, and I raise my left hand quickly. his eyes widening in surprise, and shifting to pain in the same second.

I use the momentum to push him inside before he has really time to take a reflex swing, grinding the flesh best I can with the back of the knife as it pulls out of his side. He tumbles against the wall of his closet, and I hurry on him as the door swings to a close, aiming at his mouth. He lets out a muffled scream as my successful strike leaves him with a gap in his cheek that he shockingly covers, truly at a loss for words as to why I of all people who appear so monstrous to him.

At this point, I can offer a more or less calm explication of the current situation. "You're a fucking scumbag and you're going back to hell tonight."

These words finally turn on some kind of lightbulb, and he lunges at me with the desperate strength of the damned. He does tussle me off, but my decided blade finds its way into Mike's throat, and again. He just falls apart right there, his last conscious seconds sure to be painful ones.

I climb to my feet, looking over at a completely hysteric Cathy. She must be having one hell of a bad trip right now. I could never quite comprehend her words when she tries to speak to me because of her doped-out slur, but hearing her seagull cries drilling my ears like that, would make anyone want to suffocate her. The crying of the kid has stopped, but this of the dog goes on.

Unceremoniously I climb over the couch and her helpess banshee-like wailing intensifies until my hand grips around her throat, applying pressure on her windpipe. She looks at me with wide eyes and an even uglier twist of the face as she starts trying to beat on me, but I drop the knife to put both hands to the task. Soon, her lifeless body lays on the couch.

No more of them... nice... I turn to his computer. First thing I do: YOUTUBE!!

The only song I can think of right now.... Breathe by the Prodigy, dubstep remix whatever-it's-called. I pick a smoke from their bags. They are dead, might as well not waste it.... maybe I can fix myself a sandwich while I'm here? ....

I pick the knife and use the back entrance to face the other neighbor's fire-escape door. I gently pry the pins off the hinges, and I have to do is open the door through the hinges' side. I swing the door to the side, sending it down the stairwell with much noise. I can hear the dog barking but not really showing itself to me.... but I don't mind. Obviously it doesn't planning on facing me. I'll leave doors open for it; it can run free now, and just shut the hell up.

Now these new people I've never met, or even wanted to (before my sudden epiphany of complete anarchy), could be doing something horrible to their kids on a daily basis. Why the hell would they let their kids scream bloody murder all day every day? Music blasting out of mike's computer still, I go rap next door and the "father" answers.

Before he can take note of the bit of blood on my face and the fight Mike had put up in his own entrance, I reach for his collar and pull him out, almost swinging him over the ramp to show him the blood on the tip of my weapon. as I spoke a low-key tone.

"Are you, tormenting that kid?" I want to slit his throat and throw him over to break his neck in the stairwell below , but I stay my blade, slowly backing off of him to leave him a chance to look into Mike and Cathy's apartment.

"Either you will call the cops on me," I start, "or your girlfriend will; I don't give a fuck anymore. I'm already going, might as well take as many of you rotten fuckers as I can with me."

He doesn't know how to reply, but he's scared white. "Don't look at me like that!" I shout, "what the hell were you expecting? What the hell are YOU tolerating the madness for?"

"I'm.... I'm not d...doing anything-g... I promise," he blurts out, his knees starting to give over him. People are so used not being fucked with. I don't really want to kill him, I'm just happy the screaming has stopped and the music remains. I figure that at this rate I should will gone by the time the song ends, and there's one more I need to kill before the cops get here.....

My landlord.

Interesting sidenote: I originally got caged for a traffic violation. Prison made me that way.

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2. Eazyas

I woke up early , in a bit of a daze

must have been that last bong of lemon haze

All was quiet, in my kitchen

apart from the sound of the song birds bitchin

I boiled the kettle, and rolled a blunt

took my cup of coffee out the front.

The air was cold and the birds had stopped

thats when i remembered my plants needed topped

Went up to my attic , coffee in hand

I recall thinking that smell is grand

Slowly opening the door to reveal the glow

When bursts threw a massive crow

It flew over my head onto the landing

dropping 2 shits were i was standing

So i grabbed the broom and started to chase

getting it out was like an obsticle race

With all the commotion my patience was wearing thin

But my neighbour assumed there was a break in

Just as i got the bird out the door

from the police car engine i heard the roar

The car stopped, both officers got out

"are u ok sir? you look like youve been in a fight"

"i was getting a bird out, ill be allright"

"Your neighbour reported a disturbance, so were here to check"

"thanks for your concern officers but everything is well"

"Sir , could you please inform me, what is that smell?"

They took my freedom and they took my weed

Bussed me to Arizona Penetentuary at full speed

They told me i was a criminal, and i serve minimum 5 years

These corporate mother fuckers grind my gears!

3. Teazafied1

Let me begin by saying ... I am a college graduate and I come from a good strong , healthy family. As I sit here now in my thirties, looking back I realize the mistakes that I made. If I had made better choices in who to trust and when ... perhaps I would be writting this book from another location. Unfortunately my story started long ago ... at the age of "Sweet 16" I already new the path my destiny would take. Early on I realized my propensity for violence would eventually land me in a position where I would have to make the ultimate sacrifice. I killed for the first time when the school bully wouldn't leave me alone. Everyone always said he had a crush ... but i took it as a sign of disrespect, so one day I lured him into the park after dark and slid a lil somethin right across the juggular ... the blood poured out so seductively I new it wouldnt be the last time I killed. The next victim was the grocery store clerk that shorted me $2. I waited for her outside in the parking lot after she got off work. She was trying to open her car door when I slid behind her silently and wrapped my arm around her neck and felt the life slowly drain out of her body ... hahahaaaa ... the sounds of the last breath exiting her body almost gave me an orgasm ... I knew then I would do this forever!! After I finished school I took a year off to travel ... I loved seeing the country from the vantage point of being a free spirit if you will. Able to travel ... and enjoy my favorite hobby of killing at the same time. I almost didnt realize I was being watched until the day we locked eyes and both tried to pretend we didnt see the other. Yes that was the day I fell in LOVE a.k.a. the beginning of the end. I knew there was something different about him ... the way his eyes said he understood me completely and would love me unconditionaly. At the time I was a predator and was ready to mark him as my prey, but there was something ... it turned out he TOO was a "different kind of spirit". Instead of him being a victim he became my soulmate, for he too was planning on me being his prey ... and yes we were both intrigued by the others "hobbies". Together we shared countless victims and enjoyed traveling and our lives together to the fullest. Until the day everything came tumbling down ... he was completing a contract and it turned out that he was the actual mark!! They took away the only MAN I ever loved ... and I've been on a path of retribution and retaliation ever since. If it's the last thing I do ... I will get the man that was ultimately responsible for his demise ... by any means neccesary ... Im here for numerous counts of Murder in the First Degree with Special Circumstances MAYHEM to be more precise. I have allowed them to capture me so that I can get closer to my ultimate goal. The charges stem from my last two victims who attempted to withhold vital information I needed. After I tortured the 2 (things I dare not mention for possibilities of connectionz to other unknown crimes) keeping them alive with I.V.s to prolong the suffering/ I made an anonymous call to report myself. Now I am here continuing my ... JOURNEY FOR JUSTICE!!

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4. MONTEZUMA

ya boy Zuma finally made parole in august of 2010 after serving 5 years of fed time on a felony drug distribution charge. excited to be home i began to network with all my old homies, 1 thing leads to another and its like i never left..back in the game full time..i know what your thinkin ..("dumb as fuck cause you on parole")....but it aint evin like that ..niggas like me learn shit while we away...this old nigga in AZ told me "smart people learn from they mistakes Genius's learn from other peoples mistakes"...that shit had me on another level...got me a lil bullshit job at a deli to keep P.O. off my back and i was good, livin life to the fullest..evin got wifey pregnant in the first month i was home..heres the bullshit..fast forward bout a month i get a call from my homeboy colin , we all called him E_town..he talkin bout he sendin a couple of his peoples to come cop some work, meet them at the stash spot...now i dont do this shit cause im capo..i let niggas up under me move work but colin said do him a favor he couldnt make it in time...so i go to the stash spot and bust out a re-up fresh from that mornin..dudes come thru cop and bounce..i count the bread drop it in the safe and bounce out..jump in the truck and its all over right then..DEA surround me..nowhere to run nowhere to go..so i do what a real nigga do jump out hands up..i wanna see my lawyer..tare the truck up find my 45..tear the house up find 137 pounds of marijuana $55,000 cash...on fed parole? thats enuff to get a nigga wit my rap sheet a 15 piece mcnugget at least..SMH ...awaiting sentencing...talked to colin and he swear he aint on no funny shit but i got people on the streets tryin to figure out how this happend,..somebody set me up,and i think yall kno who....damn and i was doin good too THE END.......THEME MUSIC BELOW

5. humamu

All the people were lining up on the asphalt drive next to the entrance back to the store. I was in the middle of the line waiting for my chance to get in the store. When the girl behind me called me a Ass hole. Everything became more significant for me. The stretch of asphalt in front of me became longer. All peoples’ faces looking at me became distorted. Everything was slower and quiet. The word was the only thing I heard. I turned around slowly in the quiet. I saw the girl who, with a smug look, continually called the word as if to never make me forget it. I haven’t forgotten. I punched her. Everyone moved back and turned as she screamed. I pushed her and she fell to the ground, hitting the pavement hard. My hand was shaking; I felt nothing. I lifted my leg and stomped on her nose before she could scream again. Then there was blood. I stomped again. Something pulled me back. A forceful grasp held me by the chest and pulled me away from her. She began screaming and crying. Everything was normal now. Everything was the same again. People didn’t look at the bleeding, screaming, crying girl; they looked at me with a frightful awe and weird curiosity. I remember silence. There was silence even when she was screaming; there was silence even when the people was yelling for help. The next thing i knew was that my hand were locked with hand cuffs.

6. Artix

It was 7:37am, I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. It was just like any other day at the office,I hesitated for a moment I heard the sound of what I thought was a tow truck. I quickly jumped out of my master bed and then leaned against the window. My BMW had been clamped and was being taken away I shouted with all my strength but it was no use, at that moment my dodgy doorbell rang before short circuiting. Stood dazed it took me a while before I retook control, I walked to the door trying not to anger myself. As I finally reached and opened the door I was greeted by a finely dressed man who stood with a silver cane.

"I am sorry to say sir but, we are seizing your property for crimes against the order" bellowed the fucker

"YOU HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT SHIT HEAD!"

"On the contrary, I have a warrant here that allows me to do so. Now get moving scum before I introduce you to my little friend"

"Who's your friend then fucker?"

Then all of a sudden, *BANG BANG* *BANG* I was shot multiple times in the upper area of the torso. Blood dripped out and on to my hand, I was then dragged onto the streets and thrown into the middle of the road. Fortunately, no cars went by but there were many passers. I tilted my head towards to incoming sound of sirens, it was an ambulance coming up from the north district. All I saw for a few seconds before being taken in, was the face of the bastard that did this.

I had spent several days in the hospital still recovering, I was about to get up was a man in a black suit and red tie entered the room.

"hello, I'm Roderick. I'm here to discuss your dealing with Baron"

"There's nothing to discuss, we all know he's a fucking pig"

"well then, that one thing we can all agree on. But my secondary interest in coming here was to reform you"

"HELL NO!, I know what shit your planning. Your gonna make me some fucking hero and then next minute I'm there fighting for my fucking life against his asshole of a crew"

"Not exactly, were gonna make you a weapon. Well, when I say that I mean my scientists are gonna make you a weapon of some sort anyhow"

"well this is some fuckery, what you got planned?"

"I knew you'd see sense"

I was a few days later discharged, Roderick had a limo and escort waiting out side the hospital. I was blind folded before even setting foot in the limo.

The despite the limo going only at 20MPH it felt like 60. For the duration of the ride Roderick didn't speak and nor did I for that matter. Just a few hours later the limo stopped and so Roderick guided me out and blindfolded me. I stood in front of what seems to be an abandoned military base. It's watch towers stood proud with 15 caliber guns that could pierce through any vehicle with ease. We were approached by one of Roderick's scientist as I could tell from the white lab coat, I was directed into the complex where I was then taken into a hall. The procedure was discussed with me and then the scientist along with a few others explained the rest with more detail. It wasn't long before I was taken into an operating theater for some body implants that were in theory going to make me unstoppable. Months of experimenting passed as I grew ever more powerful, It was later on in the year that I was finally ready to take on the Baron and his crew.

"Do you feel okay?" asked a guard

"He'll be fine" replied Roderick

"Well then sir, are you ready for the assault?"

"Yes"

"Well that's sorted, we start the attack at approximately 5:56pm" stated Roderick

We started the assault, many of the Baron's men were taken down. However, the Baron didn't want to die so called out a helicopter to a rendezvous point. Moreover the Baron was also mutual friends of the local constable which meant even if he died we would still lose the battle. As the Baron was about to set off his helicopter was shot down by one of the rocketry men. The downside to this assault was that we were in a neighborhood and social services weren't far behind. Knowing of our plans the Baron had already developed a serum that would disrupt the cells in a body until the host was weakened. My allies fled but some were shot at sight, I to was shot but arrested afterwords. My body was to valuable to be lost so I've been locked up in prison ever since. I have to have an occasional drug every 3 months that stops me from getting back my strength and becoming to powerful for the authorities to control.

7. GANGSTERLOKS

i grow up with out a dad in a mom..why u ask...cus my dad gangbangs so do moms.so one day what i hear from my big brother told me when i was born in turn 1 are 2 my dad with to jail for.4 counts of murder/deadly weapons/narcotics...all charge that landed him 25 to life with out the possibly of parole.so he was never there so fuck it...and as for my mother she move on with her life meeting a new guy had kids with him i was aready 9 when she had my lil bro in lil sisther..it was on dec.24.1996 we all was together with family in friends around 8.57pm a car pulled up in stops in started shooting up the pad..my mother was hit 3 time's...one in the lower leg the other in her back the last one hit her on her side from her head killing her...so all this around me family gangbanging killing/shooting/robbing in all that other shit that cus from gangbanging knowing all this as a youngster i started to gangbang doing everything that everybody around me was doing....my 1st time wit to jail i was at the age of 13/14/15/16/17 charge with grand theft auto/firearms/narcotices/sells/robbery my whole teen life was fucked cuz where i grow up in ppl around me...so when i out at age 17 with to court in they told me if i get violations again i was going to get charge as an adult in can see a state prison if i keep going down the road i was going down on...so i really think about over a year move away from the hood stop talking to the homie just cut everybody off that i knew that i was going to do something dumb in land me back in jail in till my 18th b-day my big brother came out of state prison came over to my uncle house cuz we havent seen each other over 9 yrs since moms pass away in told me to come in live with him back in the hood so i did every was cool in till we wit out in did a robbery at some store got the money ran out in 5mins later the cops was pulling us over so big brother said to me he wasnt going back so i said fuck it wit on a high way pursuit for 1 hour in till the gas ran out..lol...so jump out the moving car in just started to run in get a way as fast as i can but didnt found me 4 hours later under a house cuz of there fucking k-9 unit so i with to los angelse county jail for a year cuz i was fighting my case so when the year was up and they was sentence me they hit me wit 4 years upstate chino prison where i did my time at...i parole on feb/25/10 now iam 23 move 75 mile's away from the hood...still from the hood but iam clam now i do less crimes still do but not like befor..so this is my live why i got lock up in dont give a fuck about what yall think about me cuz i dont give a fuck....i grew up on the streets of california/southcentral los angelse......where the land of gangsters dont play and the weak cant hang....thats my story my life my background....

8. Elena

Most stories like mine starts with "It was a cold night"... Well... This is different. It wasn't cold. It wasn't night either.

This chapter of my story begun on a warm sunny summer day, I was a happy little housewife, with a husband that had a career, 3 kids, a house. The American dream, is that what you Americans call it? Well, I was living it. Or so I was thinking.

One day, that dear Richard of mine... May the Lord have his soul. Richard was having a bad day. So he took it out on me. I tought it was a one time thing, so I forgave him. But... It went on. Became frequent. For our children's sake, I kept quiet, wearing sunglasses and heavy makeup to hide the bruises he would leave on me.

What had to happen happened, and someday, the kids graduated, and moved out of town. But Richard stayed. One night, I was cooking dinner, when he started nagging me. Knife in hand, I looked at his back, until my hand found a life of it's own, and stabbed Richard. My hand stabbed Richard 57 times. Then, my hand told my brain to find the jerrycan of gas in the garage, and to torch the house down. My legs decided to follow. My hand took the can, and burned my house down.

When my neighbour showed up, to see if Richard and Elena were allright, my hand decided to beat her up. and my hand ended up killing my neighbor.

My brain decided to go for a joyride, even tough I never drove in my life. Going up the highway, my hands would make the car swerve and hit random people. My hand made me ram some police cruisers. They finally immobilised my car, and wrestled me out of it. They tazered Elena. and they beat me up.

They took me to jail, and when I went to the courthouse... the judge would not believe me when I told him it was all my hand's fault. He said I was crazy, so my hand tried to make me kill the judge.

I never heard my sentence... But... The Warden told me I'd be here for a long time.

I never did anything. I am such a good housewife. Oh Richard... what did you do to me?

9. Dereks

i am LOCKED UP makeing a stupit fourm and putin a bootleg in my cell

10. Ashz

I kidnapped the President of Ethiopia. I didn't think anyone would notice, but they did

11. Zazu

i was TOO LOUD in a library! 0_o

12. ShawnAndreas730

i was on dust... ass naked and high outta my mind & tried to fight a cop. I swung a left, a right, and another left...then i realized i dont like tuna fish. when i woke up i got a message in my inbox from a dude named gang5ta telling me to work on my speed & if i needed a run to let em know. UNFORGIVABLE.

13. Ganja14

I Stayed In Bed All Day And Sort Of Glanced In My Mirror

The Only Thing There Was Me And A Grim Reaper

The Grim Reaper Was A Bent Cop

He Would Smoke Your Weed

And Throw You In A Fuckin Cell Block

But That's Why I'm Here

Writing These Rhymes Just To Pass The Time

Singing These Lyrics Until I Shine And I Get Mine

Running From the Police

Dont Need No Greef Today I Dont Need No Beef

Im Just Running Away

So All Im Gunna Say Police Is

Fuck You And Have A Nice Day

14. Jshank718

The return of Bxboronigga

Ooh shit, bxboronigga ! What da fuck poppin my dude? Dam it’s been a minute. How U my dude?

Aint shit homie, glad to be home.Thats all. I miss all you guys. We miss you too homie. Dam 6 years homie. wait until you see everybody else. everyone is grown up now. Its crazy on da block now. Ah man, i could imagine. yo phelon215 told me tell you whats good and for you to write him. word give me his address so i could write him. How he doing? He’s doing good. I gave him all my amens before i left. He be in the dayroom all day just writin, working on his book or in gameroom playing razor hockey.

yo the block is so crazy now. wait until you see how these little dudes grew up. Remember Jaymeal? the dude from across town? yea, whats good with him? He got his own team now. He meet some guy named Sandin and they getting money now. I ain’t even going to front, they team is strong. they got 3 main guys that be putting in crazy work. Some dude name nickrox, nofuture & Drss. i was locked up with they man nickrox. you have look out and be careful around them dudes. they got this dude named beans, he's they sniper. He could shoot like a mother fucker. *^

dam dats krazy, jaymeal gettin it like dat? yea homie. dem syndikate guys jus went to war wit the harlem knights. speakin off them guys,wats gud wit them?

yo,you ben gone for 6 yrs,i told U shits Been crazy. rememba they co-leader, the homie swiss? yea ! he passed away. word on da street is beans sniped him from 5 blocks away. they all got the gone but never forgotten tattoo in swiss name. and donelite dropped his flag. he aint a harlem knight no more. DAAAAAAM ! dats crazy . i told you mad shit changed in da 6 yrs you eben locked up.

bxboronigga & jshank718 walks to the store and grabs a dutch and a lighter & returns to the benches outside the building.

WTF !? hurricanefish24 ? thats him? yea my friend, you see how big he got? call him over.nah,lets not do that. he run with jaymeal and them. stop playin he do? i remember when he was just a lvl 6 runner. dam he grew up! look at him, he lvl 15 now. dam these guys grew up. yea,its crazy on the block now. wanna head south so you can see your homies? yea, lets go. we out. my aunt live right next door from your man bangem904. he live 1090 mufasa ave apartment 4B, my aunt liv apartment 4D. oh thats crazy, we out.

" KNOKKNOK KNOK !"

Who is it? its me !

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH ! WELCOME HOME HOMIE. bangem wats relly gud homie?

Bang yells" yo, Bxboro is here ! everyone rushes the door to get to Bxboro. everyone was there. bangem, whisp, yungpow, stoneddkilla, supremagnetik, kdawg187, breezy,dubcity,illsmashyurface, jpistilino,beemdubayou,oldtime, og40thblak & whole riot squad. you could say it was a riot squad reunion. after 6 yrs bxboronigga is reunited with the people he went to prison for.

yo imma head to the store real quick and go see my aunt. alright man, cool. yea since you out get another box of dutches. yo shank,you want me to come with you? Nah, im good stonedkilla, i'll Be real quick. chill wit your homie Bxboro,im just going right next door.

*riiiiing, riiiiing.riiiing riiiiing* 43rd police station, tips department, how can i help you?

i just saw jshank718 & some guy went into 1090 mufasa ave. and theres a lot of noise.

ok ma’am do you know what apartment they went into? Yes, aprtment 4B.

thanks ma’am.

hey captain johnson, i just got a call from an informant, the whole riot squad is in 1090 mufasa avenue apartment 4D. call the A.T.F, the fire marshalls and the swat team. about time we get these motherfuckers ! today is our luckiest day. finally we put an end to the riot squad.

jshank718 returns from the store and goes to his aunt's apartment. he kisses his aunt, grandmother, his 2 sisters and his 7 nieces and nephews. shank stears in awe at his 3 week old new born niece.

BANG, BANG BOOOOM ! police, we have a warrant. jshank718 pulls out his gun and starts shooting. the cops return fire. in a hale of bullets and only 3 minutes of shooting. jshank718 survives 4 gunshot wounds, 2 cops wounded and one left dead and jshank's 5yr old niece and 2 yr old nephew & 76yr old grandmother is left dead.

after a 2yr trial, shank was found innocent of murder of law enforcement officer, innocent of 2 accounts of attempted murder due to a technicality but found guilty of illegal possession of a deadly weapon and was sentenced to 5 yrs federal prison.

15. Mr_Sm

It all started when i was 14 years old, my family is dirt poor and i never got what i wanted or needed, i was picked on at school for not having what the trend was.

one christmas i was fortunate to recieve a laptop and a photocopier/printer to help with my school work, my poor mother saved up a whole year just to make me happy and be succsesful, i also recieved £10 in a christmas card from my aunty.

It was the best christmas ive ever had.

By jan 01 i still had the money that my aunty gave me and i was really hungry, i didnt want to spend my money i wanted to save it up and one little idea struck me, this one idea that would change my life forever...

With the crisp £10 note i still had in my drawer, i stuck it in the photo copier, pressed the copy and print button turned the note over and the paper, i was amazed, the note looked legit but it didnt have its water marks and some one with a good eye would spot it was a fake any day but i taken my chances.

I went to my local store and picked lots of sweats and something to eat, i go to the till to purchase my item, "£4.50 please"

my heart sunk, i knew i was going to do something bad, but my hunger made me give the shop keeper the copied note, he didnt take the time to look at the note and just stuffed it into the till, and gave me a five pound note and 50 pence change, i swiftly taken my stuff i ran home in excitement.

After a full stomach and feeling good, i pull the change from my pocket and it struck me, i made real money by spending fake money. i spent the whole night that day printing notes from all the paper i had left.

first it was petty, asking people for change for the notes, spending as little as possible in stores just to make my money, the first week ive made my first 1k, ive never seen so much real money all at once and with this money earned i invested more into my crime, i bought a bigger and better printer that could print on more finer paper, with this finer paper i was able to make the notes feelt more crisp and looked way much more convincing than the last batch, also i was printing 20's and 50's.

i had way too much fake cash to spend all at once, so i decided to have some of my friends help out and we became partners in crime.

at the age of 15 i was the richest person in the whole family and no one ever knew it.

a couple of years later we got deep into the hardcore counterfeiting stuff, the notes looked so legit it would only take proffesionals to tell if it was fake.

my crime business grew so much, we had so many people working for us that we had devisions, head office (me), printing, shipping, laundering and collecting. The launderers were just every day people, poor people who just wanted free stuff, if they wanted or needed somethin we gave them the cash and they spent some and gave us back the change .

my business was making so much money, that we were in the 100's of millions in unbanked cash.

another year later more and more of my launderers were getting busted and me and my partners went into hiding, not just the police wanted us, the goverment were on our asses too, we managed to migrate our selfs and the business to new york but it didnt work, to goverments i was known world wide, i was later found out and taken into custody by the CIA and was sent to new jersey prison whilst i was on trial. my sentence was final, 25 to life in putnum...

16. raz25

DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18, extremly graphic, Rape, murder.

Don't say i didnt warn you.

March 10, 2009.

They all are applauding me. My friends and family run up close as if I had just won a Pultzer prize. All of them so proud, so happy, so..Thankful. "I love you" Alice says to me, still in shock of the diamond cut on her left ring finger. "I love you too." I reply looking deeply in her eyes as i gently wipe the tears from her face. I look over to my father, looking proud at me, he gives me a head knod and continues to clap. My mother runs up, taking Alice's hand and hugs us both to the point I almost cannot breath. "What an amazing announcement on your bithday!" my mother says, trying to fight off more tears of joy.

A blood hurling scream of one of the inmates interupt my thoughts of "what if''s", and i am snapped back to the real life of this hell. I should be exactly what I was dreaming about, but instead, I am here counting the number of rat feces on the ground; calculating how many more hours I have left. March 10, 2009 , today, I get out on Parole. A gaurd Approaches my cell, looking in disguist at the sight of My unkempt self. "It''s a good day, you're out!" the gaurd sarcastically says. I say nothing. Watching only as the key is entered into my cell block door. The sound of the lock opening my door, the door sliding to the left side slamming against the folowing cell door. The sound of freedom. The guard walks me outside. I look up to the tower guards, still with guns aimed directly at me. "We will see you soon!" The guard says to me as he opens the gate and walks me out, immediatley closing and locking it behind me. This is my birthday present, a fresh start to a life. An awkard feeling comes over me as if i have been born again; This time though, as a 32 year old infant, who as lost 10 years of his life, where nothing from 22 years or younger matters anymore. I turn around with one last look at that prison yard, The Gaurds still acknowledging my precense but no longer waiting for a sharp move from me. I turn around freedom is stareing me in the face in the form of a taxi cab driver, with no fare. For some reason, I want to kill him.

August 15th, 2009

I sit in my room alone, cold and reminisent of my past dwellings. I have been supplied with many things since my release; A bed, TV, phone, among other things but I dont like them. The bed is too soft and I much rather sleep on the cold floor. I never use the phone, and the TV allows my past to haunt me, but for a moment I try to watch it. Within 5 minutes, as if a sign from God, I see a scene of a murder happening on a movie. I move closer to the screen intently watching the characters every move. Every stab of the knife, every blood splatter on the walls, every scream of the victim sends chills down my spine. I feel my inner demons coming from my soul and strangling me. I do nothing, I still watch, I keep telling myself to turn it off, but I dont. I can't. My entire body is consumed by the scene. I clintch my teeth and make fists so tight I feel the blood circulation being crimped like a running hose with a knot. The sounds of the knife entering the victims body, the screams, the blood, the look in the killers eyes brought back memories. Memories I should I hate...Memories....I love.

January 6, 2010

I awake again to kids screaming in the street. Everyday for the last 4 months I wake to this sound. Everyday, I smile, but realize it was not screaming of death, rather screaming of annoying child play. Everyday i look at a possible way to kill the noise, all i can think of is of a crimson result.

My past is becoming my present and I have to find control soon. I dont want to be back in the Prison Block, with the stech of unbathed bodies for weeks at a time, but I miss it. I miss the control, the fear, the violence.

August 12, 2010

I have had it, with all this screaming. Again today I wake to it, look out of the window and see kids running around. I see a little boy bounce a ball laughing at a little girl he is playing with. I notice his mother sitting on the bench not too far away from his location, no one esle is around just a mother, two children, lots of bushes, and no witnesses. Smiling now, I think to myself, "perfect".

I quickly grab a Coke, a glass and fill it with ice. and run down stairs to meet the childen and woman there. As I open the back door, it is reminecent of the cell door, the same sound the same weight. I immediatley make eye contact with the young woman. As I approach her I can see she looks to be in her late 20's. She is gorgeous, long brown hair in a pony tail, wearing a white shirt and denim shorts exposing long tanned legs. I open my Coke and pour it into the glass and sit next to the woman. She smiles. I do nothing. "Sure is a nice day out" she says to me. I look at her, in the eyes, put my drink to the side of me and reply to her "To get fucked." She is stunned at my comment. I touch her leg and run my fingers from her knee to her uppper thigh. She gets up and yells. As she tries to run away, the kids run away.I grab her from behind, with my groin thrusted up against her ass, covering her mouth with my hand. "What were you doing here just watching those kids? If they are not yours", she replies "Get off of me!"

We continue to struggle and i manage to get her behind some bushes. "You're a fighter, I like that, but im tired of it." I grab my coke glass shatter part of it on the concrete put the sharp edge to her throat. "Now stop fighting!" She complies, Tears are running down her face. She looks at me in terror. I Take my hands and run them accross her breats slowly, then lift her shirt exposing her bra. She continues to fight some more so i slightly slice her throat just enough to draw blood. I remove her bra, and her big breast are perfect ,as if they were still supported by her victoria secret bra. "Please don't do this" she pleads, I put my hand down her shorts and under her thong, and reply-"It's obvious that you are enjoying yourself." She continues to cry in terror. "

"This part wont hurt, this part you will enjoy" I say while un bottoning her shorts and pulling them off.

I take off my belt and tie her hands with it very tight, to cut off circulation. Her hands turn purple within seconds. She lay there defenseless and naked. Sobbing of fear, I take off her socks and stuff them in her mouth to keep her quiet. I get up and look at her and tell her I love her, and i call her Alice. She looks at me confused, as i comfort her explaining she is the woman of my dreams..As i continue to analyse her body, I soon become erect I enter her deeply as If I was making love with my wife.

She moans in pain and pleassure at once. her face is black from the dark mascara running down her cheeks, Eyes are red of humilation and agony. Its beautiful to me, I finish inside of her and slowly take it out. "You did'nt finish." I said, as she closes her eyes. "i will make you finish" I say to her.

I take the cold ice cubes from my drink and put them in her now blue hands. The melting ice runnind down her face onto her bloody neck. I take the broken glass and spread her legs open again. she screams, as she knows what i am about to do to her. she spits the sock out "Why are you doing this! Please! No Please!" I reply calmly, "You teased me for months of the children screaming, I thought they were dying and it made me excited, but i was dissapointed only to find you everyday sitting here not keeping them quiet. If they are to scream, they are to scream from death, not of childs play." she replied "You're crazy!"-"i knew you would say that."

I quickly thrust the broken glass into her and she screams. Her pussy flowing a blood, I slice it vertically with the glass, ripping thru layers of muscle and tissue. I get it open enough so that I can put my arms deep inside of her. She now lays lifeless of the pain. No screams, no life, her dead body sits as I continue to mutilate it. "I guess you're finished."

I then untie her hands and bit off her left ring finger to be consumed. Covered in blood, I get erect again standing over her body. I use the blood as lubricant to finish on her breasts and walk away onto the street and sit. I wait, wait for authorities, wait for the anarchy, wait for my peace.

Novemeber 29th 2010

I lay her in solitary, dreaming of the scene and smiling at the look of terror. I remember In transport to the cell, I saw many familiar faces, many asked why I was back, I simply replied "I killed my wife." As I lay here holding her only memory after digging through my own feces, I hold her ring finger, boney, meatless, representing the tough times we had together, dug up like a fossil, yet will remain ever lasting.

This is my last entry as today I will be put to death.

To my wife Alice, I love you.

THE END