Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-10869901-20140523042158

i need an idea for the start and the end but here is what i have so far. dont ask me about the color. i have no idea why its green, purple, and white. this is better in my opinion than the original:

    I am James. i am here to tell you about my story. I wasn't  your average 13 year old. i didnt have lots of friends, but i guess i had a loving family. i had one sister named Tasha and two brothers named Jake and Michael. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I was 5' 11". I really liked to catch fish and gut the fish and arrange their guts into words. I took pictures of them all to show what few friends i had. Oh how I loved it. It was my 14th birthday and my father gave me this hunting knife. it had a green  handle and a 5 inch blade. He told me not to harm anything with it though. I told him I wouldn't. I took them to school the next day to show my friends. we all just loved to sit around and look at our knives. we were weirdos.

    On the way home this dog attacked me. This dog did it every day. it lived about three blocks from the school and it attacked everybody who walked by. I hated that dog, everybody did. I pulled out the daggers and stabbed it in the side. it yelped as the knife sank smoothly into the skin. the  blood leaked out and onto my hand. the dog tried to run but it was barely even able to stand. i slit its throat and I hid the body in a bush but before I did, I  gutted it and arranged its guts in the shape of the word chaos. That night I sat in my room looking at the daggers. The urge to use them was extremely intense. I took them and snuck out. I went around and found a cat that was just wandering about. i coaxed it to come close enough then i stabbed it just like i had the dog. I stabbed it in the heart and it died instantly. i went home after that. Each day the urge got stronger until about a month later I got this urge that animals weren't enough. So I grabbed my knife and went out. and decided to kill this old lady that lived down at the end of the street. i noticed that she always slept with a windowopen. i climbed in and went to her room. she was sound asleep, hooked up to abreathing machine. i turned off the breathing machine and watched her stop breathing. she started jerking in every direction. i laughed as she woke up. she saw me and screamed. i jumped on her and stabbed her repeatedly in the chest. she had blood flying everywhere. i decided to just gut her as well. she had too many cats so i decided to kill them all as well. On my way home I passed the house that belonged to this guy who always liked to beat me up. i really hated him and so i decided to kill him. I snuck in through the door and crept down the hall. his door was open so i went in. i walked up to his bead and placed the knife against his throat. his eyes shot open and i whispered in his ear 'every story needs an end. make yours a good one.' then i slit his throat. he died instantly. i was in the middle of gutting him when his mom walked in. she saw what i was doing and screamed. i ran at her and stabbed her in the throat as his father came out of his room. he saw me and ran at me. i stabbed him in the gut  as he slammed into me. i kept stabbing him repeatedly until he stopped moving. i decided to just go home and not gut them. I realized that I was covered in blood so i cleaned myself off and washed the knife before i went home. When I got home my parents were waiting for me. They started yelling at me to not sneak out anymore. I couldn't take it so I stabbed my father with in the throat just as i had the kids mother. my mom then screamed and i stabbed her in the gut. i then just watched her bleed out. while she was crying for help. When I looked up I saw my brothers hiding behind my sister. they all had horrified looks on their faces. i walked up to them. they were paralyzed with fear. I slit their throats and walked away. i heard police sirens so i quickly grabbed my blue jacket and ran. i am lucky that we have a forrest right behind our house. i ran off into them. after a couple of hours i came upon an old shack and decided to stop and rest there before continuing to run. i did that and i have been running ever since. the only thought i have is this: every story needs an end, make yours a good one. 