Oh, no, no, no, this mysterious girl, you don't want her to get close to you, oh no. She'll likely kill you, oh yeah. That's right, this ain't no story about a mysterious lover on the beaches of beautiful Miami, but of a killer. One who stalks the night streets of New York City, when horny men drive down the darkest alleys looking for a easy fuck. A place full of degenerates and sleazy monsters. Where sin truly excels above all else. In the dinghy neon lit streets of this infested city, there is a prostitute who looks no different than any other beaten up, drugged out ho. However, she is one fine deadly woman, not someone you want to find in your bed. She is a strange, lethal vigilante, straight out of some dark, mature comic book for mature readers only. This mysterious girl is tall, beautiful and truly irresistible. She shines like a golden beacon in this shit stinking city of grime and crime. Those who've seen her may have even reconsidered their life paths, like witnessing an angel; some have suddenly chosen to turn their lives around and try being a decent human being for a change. Maybe it's just the sight of such majestic beauty found in such a dark and depressing place, witnessing her in this ugliness makes them want to seek a better life for some reason, perhaps they ultimately feel sorry for the poor damsel and wish to never hurt another diamond in the rough like that again. Those are the lucky ones, the guys (sometimes other women) who look upon her and turn back instead of pursue. Now, if you still choose to approach this mysterious girl, even after the sight of her makes you weep within this graffiti riddled cesspit, then you might just have a second chance of survival. That is, if you treat her right. Take the girl back to a nice hotel or even your home, don't try to sleep with her right away, but wine and dine her first, maybe then she'll appreciate you a little bit and let you have your way with her. The sex will be heavenly and maybe you'll even get her number and she'll fuck you again, another time, perhaps even for free. However, if you try to take advantage of her (like most crooks do), this mysterious girl won't play nice. She is the true predator, preying on big beast-like men that dare to abuse her, the lady knows martial arts and will quickly snap your neck, slice your throat or even castrate you within a moments notice. Hundreds of street scum have died by her hand over the many years, but she has never been caught. So you never know what mysterious girl you pick up in your car, even if you think they're just a nobody street whore, you might just end up dead if you're not too careful. Nobody knows why she does this, even when her friends ask, the mysterious girl refuses to respond. Perhaps she had a sister or best friend who was killed by a horn dog and now seeks revenge on all male abusers. Maybe she gets a kick out of killing them, it might be her turn on or maybe she just likes the challenge. It could be that she's suicidal, waiting for the one man who can finally defeat her in an even fight. No one truly knows who she really is, or what her real name actually is (as it seems to change per customer, she has called herself Angel, Fantasy, Ecstacy and Princess, all of which are obviously fake names designed to trigger men's arousal). All that is really known of her, is that she always cries after committing a murder, not in mourning of the men she's killed, but maybe they are tears of joy from ending such monstrous of men. Maybe killing them reminds her of a past trauma of hers.
Some say she's good for society; killing off New York's dirtiest rats. Others claim she is an out of control maniac, a sadistic sex feind who only seeks to wreck havoc among the city of New York. Considering the scum that ruin the Big Apple, I'm more inclined to believe the former.
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Joseph Roy Wright
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My name is Joseph Roy Wright, the British author of over 30 Independent novels!
I like to write about movies, pop culture, fiction and horror! I review all the latest films (and classics), I also like to write short stories.
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The Collector
Everybody has a collection. Even if you believe you're not into the hobby, I guarantee you have a group of something or other. Perhaps you like books? I'm sure you have a bookshelf somewhere in your house, flat or bungalow. Ok, maybe you prefer to read for free online. That's understandable. Yet, you might have a video game console, I bet you got a collection of games to play on it, even if you only buy digital games, that's still a virtual library of them right? You might have a Kindle device full of ebooks, even if it's just two or three, even that is a small collection. You could even argue that owning a bunch of different socks is a collection. Most people probably don't collect things as a hobby, more accurately keep things that look nice and place them around the living room for decoration or convenience such as a collection of dining chairs for whenever you want to sit down. That's what the average Joe does, collects stuff without really thinking about it. However, this story isn't about the ordinary plain Jane, but Norman Mitchell, a collector of all things pop culture and antique. This man lived alone and wasn't very social, so he spent his money and time hoarding junk! That's putting it bluntly, because an old faded comic book might be meaningless to some, but to others it's a rare, vintage copy of a limited edition super hero story, that some might pay thousands of dollars for. A small kid might read it and throw it away, but a collector like Norman would practically frame it in a sealed bag, box or container and display it as a fabulous trophy upon his bedroom wall. That's exactly what Norman did, his rarest items were considered fabulous pieces of art, secured and locked away from human hands, yet visible to himself and anyone (there weren't many guests) who came to visit him. This man had stacks and stacks of boxed VHS tapes, vinyls, comics, rare leather bound books, mint condition action figures (still in their original packaging!) of every super hero or sci-fi character you could possibly imagine (literally, name even the most obscure, unknown, unpopular character and he'd probably own some variant of it), he had a collection of different watches, from bronze to gold; not just wrist watches either, but pocket watches too. Norman owned several retro gaming consoles, dating as far back as 1981. His whole house was a treasure trove of priceless collectables. Although Norman was incredibly shy, antisocial and introverted; this collector had developed an unwanted reputation as an Antique Vulture, somebody who swoops in and buys all the cool, rare stuff before anybody else has a chance to get their greedy hands on them. Norman seemed to have an extraordinary amount of wealth (many speculated that he flipped most of his rare collectables for huge profits, as he was often seen at pawnshops in and out of New York, either buying and selling), which meant that he very often outbidded most collectors at auctions, even those who miraculously out bought Norman would walk away paying way more for an item than it was even worth, or would ever be worth. Norman did this for years, no decades! All the way up to his late fifties, until one day he was nowhere to be seen. He stopped showing up at pawn shops, auctions ran properly with mixed buyers walking away happy and content with their purchases. Nobody in the antique community missed Norman, because the man never spoke to anyone, seemed rather impolite, snobby and always ran away with most of the best loot. Then one day, the newspapers ran a truly harrowing story, the headline read; "Infamous Antique Vulture, Norman Mitchell, found murdered in his private estate!" with a picture of the miserable old man, alive and well on the front cover sneering. It was a tasteless piece, even Norman's greatest enemies thought so too. He was a strange icon or legend in the Antique business. One not many liked, but a lot also admired or more accurately envied his success at collecting. He was truly the best of the best, even if he did piss everyone else off. What really mattered though was who exactly was behind this strange man's murder. There are a few clues that police tried to follow upon, but these ultimately led nowhere.
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