Janes Says

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drawing i did of molly and i high while molly and i were high

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Jane Main character Serial killer only murders men Long Curly black hair, pale skin freckles and blue eyes many big scary dogs lives way far into the country alone Josie Rae Love interest Alien, long blonde hair, tan, 6 feet tall, amazonian type look real form has translucent skin and visible insides, fleshy wings, Esmeralda Bond Janes Mother at age 8 she was supposedly possessed by the devil, she remembers nothing of her childhood past the exorcism very bright and happy woman, loves colors

[janesays1994]

Josie is and alien. I think it's too plain a way of saying it, but she does come from another planet. On the earth year 1974 Josie Rae and 500 others like her came to enrich themselves in earths culture. They are like chameleons, with impenetrable disguises. It's something the people in her world can do, and that is why they chose to go to other worlds and become a part of them. Josie says there are many of her kind all over many planets. Earth was the newest planet to explore when she came of age, and since then she has not left. Joslyn was her first earth name, but she changed it to sound cuter within 7 years of earth.

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i looked at the face of god and she granted me one wish so i wished that in the index finger, every person had the ability to instantly kill each other and themselves then josie and jane watched as the world ended. the two never needed anyone but each other

[janesays1994]

I looked at his pathetic sniveling form on the ground in front of me, this is him, the man who started it all. I spat at him "She was a child! You destroyed her! You started this!" I cut into the flesh of his out stretched arm going in deep and slashing upwards. Blood squirt from his body and pooled around him as he begged for his life. I slashed him again. He smiled at me then. Overweight with puffy looking lips, large watery blue eyes. He looked too disgusting, too much like what he is. I wanted the earth bleached of him quickly so he can go to the hell that I too will most likely end up in. I hope at least I'll never have to see him there. I hope God will forgive me for my sins as I did it only to remove disgraces like this off the planet.

[janesays1994]

I had started using the Internet to look up local cases where rapists got off free. Especially court cases that were dropped because the woman didn't want to go to court over it. I hunted down those pigs and took them out for these woman. I also took out a child molester, a disgusting man, with limbs like a skeleton and a balding head. I cut off his penis first, then while he screamed I cut each finger off until he passed outgrown pain and blood lost. Then I ended it, I wish I didn't do it while he was out, but I needed to get back to my husband and child, and I don't have time for torture. Of course I robbed him of all his money, there was only around 200$ in the house where he lived alone. It was enough. I'd noticed that I became some kind of strange celebrity in the local area. I saw more and more people wearing black shirts that had white print on their shirts with the statement "MURDER YOUR LOCAL RAPIST" I considered getting one for myself but I didn't want to explain it to my son Christopher who is now 2 years old and full of curiosities. The news often called me a "twisted vigilante" and condemned me for murder, while the people cheered for the faceless hero. All the press on my work was of course making me nervous. I'm a mother and l never intend to leave my child. Christopher is my whole word and everytime I leave him with my husband to go eliminate some scum I ache to stay with him. It all needs to end soon, but how much is enough when you're a "hero"

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*sees anyone interacting with anyone other than me* wow I guess you just forgot all about me. I guess it was all just lies and I read too much into it but I actually thought you liked me? what a fool I am

[janesays1994]

I remember this thing I used to do in middle and high school where I'd find a video on YouTube and I would think it's SO funny! I'd show everyone I knew the video and they'd laugh with me but then one person would tell me it was stupid and I'd never show anyone something funny again because I know assumed it wasn't as funny as I thought and every time I looked at it I'd be like "yeah that's not funny", Now I just only show certain people the things I think are funny, like I know which ones to show, but I also could be wrong. Maybe this is all mental illness and no one thinks so much on silly things maybe that's why social media exists. Maybe I should stop thinking so much and enjoy my night. August 9th 2016 (I believe)

[janesays1994]

Reading was always my escape from my boring life, as I spent so much time alone in our house in the woods as a child and even later into my teens and twenties. My mothers love was always with me but she worked all day and expected I keep the house clean while she was gone, cleaning all the dishes and keeping the living area neat. I never had much of a father to speak of, as mine died of heroine overdose when I was 14. I remember that and it was the first time I felt as though I wanted to rip my heart out of my chest, the vision of putting my hand through my ribs and pulling it out with all the tubes still attached often held before my eyes as I spent lonely nights and days stuck in the house. I've never enjoyed cleaning but I was afraid of my mothers rage, she assumed that if I didn't clean for her it was because I didn't love her enough to care. I did and I still do love her enough, I'm just lazy. I guess I must live in at least 5 of the 7 deadly sins. Most certainly sloth, envy, and pride. I never read anything my teachers would consider scholarly, everything I read was what my mother called "garbage soap operas" but she also put that she would rather I read them then watch it on the television. I wished my life was interesting, I guess that's why I made it interesting, I created myself into a story.

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My mother is a small woman with long thick curls that frame her round face. Her dark brown eyes are enormous against her pale complexion, freckles ran across her cheeks and nose and her mouth is small but with a infinite pout due to her puffy lower lip. She lives with my father and her three pug dogs that snort and wheeze in excitement whenever I walk into her flat. Some days when my father lets me in she's lazing on the couch with her 4 foot long iguana across her chest, I know to keep my distance then because although she's had the thing for 15 years it's general crankiness had never dissipated and it would bite anyone who got close. Yet somehow it loved her. She often rubbed her nose against its large snout, kissing it and rubbing it's scaly back. I've never seen an animal that didn't like my mother, she seemed to have so much love to give to all of them. She also had so much love for me.

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He followed me for a block and a half before he started yelling to me. Disgusting vulgarities. He was young, probably early 20s like myself. When he grabbed my ponytail and pushed me into an ally, I’m sure he did expect my immediate stab to the jugular. Blood pored down his front and out of his mouth. Luckily none got on me. I smiled down at him, my first kill went without a hitch. I didn’t even have to run because I didn’t give him a chance to scream.

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carefully with leather gloves on my hand I looked at the hand he took my hair in to make sure there wasn’t one long blonde curled strand. I looked thoroughly and it was clear, my pony tail made hair that often falls out and floats away more controlled. I don’t like my hair up, I like the feel of wild blonde hair around my face and down my back. This day wasn’t about fashion though, it was about justice! It was about taking back what’s been taken! my first kill was someone who was a total stranger, and it was completely planned and executed perfectly. I was pretty proud after that, I can get a pretty big ego when I’m feeling that way. I’ll puff my chest right out and feel real proud that I did something worth while. It’s best to be like that in life, to be proud of yourself. I learned growing up that I got to be proud of myself because I’ll just be disappointed with trying to make some one els proud of me. it isn’t worth all the paint I go through laying in my room if I hope my mom would be proud of the painting, I’ve got to be proud of it myself.

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“So who you taking to prom?” I questioned Enzo, taking a long drag of my cigarette on the back porch. He was in the pathed drive way whisking around on his skateboard. My pug dog chased after jumping at his wheels and he scolded her to leave him alone. Enzo was a very pretty boy, with his short blonde hair and tanned skin. He had freaked down his nose and cheek just like myself and I’ve always thought it was a pretty feature of ours. We also both had the same large brown eyes, that were like wide cups of coffee. I sometimes wonder if I’ve always dyed my hair blonde so we look like each other more, because past those eyes he was tall and skinny and I am medium height and curvy. It always brought me back to that night where my father screamed that his child couldn’t be blonde, it just doesn’t happen two dark haired dark eyed people don’t have a toe-head. I shuddered remembering his sharp cold voice. 
“I’m taking Maisie Gully” 
“oh is she cute?” I went on, lazily laying on the porch letting my curls cascade down the granite steps. 
“nah” he shock his head 
“what do you mean” I stared at his face now trying to read him 
“eh nothing” he grumbled and skated further down the driveway out of my hearing zone. he’s a strange one, that brother of mine.

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[janesays1994]

when I write Janes brother Lorenzo Bond or as she calls him Enzo I write a relationship I wished I had with my brother, the kind where they're close and hang out and spend time together. Jane lives my life but improved, she's living a dream I wish I had with my sibling. The kind of brother sister relationship I read about in my books where they both care very much for each other and talk to one another. Enzo is supposed to be an unlike-able character though, but one Jane loves fiercely and would not know how to live without. He's one of my favorite parts of Janes story and one of my biggest reasons I'm jealous of Jane. She's living my dream.