Story Idea - Serial killer as Murderee

Written from point of view of a serial killer who perceives each of his murders as the victim. He thinks that he is being repeatedly killed. Takes a while to realize that this, in fact, cannot be true, as one can only be killed once.

How? As story begins, he experiences his life as unrelated vignettes - scenes of being murdered. Slowly he pieces together a sense of continued identity and realizes he cannot be being repeatedly killed - might come up with various theories of how his perceptions could be true first; he's psychic, experiencing others murders - or in contact with ghosts, or confusing dreeams with reality, etc.

What motivation? Could he be extremely empathic and so identifies with his victims that he he remembers the killings from their point of view? Possibly he started as a soldier who is so disturbed by horrors of killing that his identity shatters. Could be that he was abused as a child. Could be that he began as a cold blooded killer who slowly develops a conscience.

Could be like a detective story as he pieces together the truth... What happens when he begins to suspect the truth, then slowly becomes convinced that it is true? Does he turn himself into authorities? Kill himself? Try to make restitution? Decide to own his killings and continue them? Accept the truth and then proceed with a normal life?

hmmm...

I find it difficult to do anything other than read, watch TV or play video games. There are many other things I need to do. It's become harder to make weekly phone calls to my mothers. My house is decaying. Rust on car needs to be addressed. The yards could use a mow.

I'm overwhelmed by the tasks before me. I do the minimum number of jobs that I can. It seems doing anything opens the door to endlessly doing the things that follow after it. I constantly engulf my self in narrative. To be not wasting my time as I avoid doing all the things I believe I should be doing.

This post is to show my mom how easy it is to post on a blog.

Hundreds of years ago the basic corporate charter was granted to allow a leg up for some businesses. Subjects of the grant paid for the privilege in ways outlined in these charters. As corporate charters have evolved, corporations, having increasing power have participated in determining the privileges and responsibilities of the charter, resulting in a a charter that grants too many privileges and not enough responsibilities.

The modern corporate charter needs to be re-written so the responsibilities of corporation balance the privileges granted to the entity.   

Doodle

There was a noise. She swiveled her head to locate it - behind and to the left. She faded forward, turning around sharply. He stepped out of the shadows. With light on his face he was older than she expected. Tireder.

They hadn't seen each other for years. Lifetimes, really. She'd thought it would work for a long time. Then it didn't. But that wasn't why she was here. It was a job. He'd gotten himself involved with an asteroid . Find an unexplored system, swoop in and 

I miss having someone to share the cries of my soul

Generally it's only when I'm in the company of other people that I am aware of being lonely. I think that may have been one of the sources of stress in my romantic relationships, that my beloved is the only one with whom I want to try and express these feelings that I hold so deep inside. It may be asking too much from another, that they be the repository of my angst.

This is another reason I should be writing consistently. Writing and introspection may be the only reasonable places to explore one's interior. And writing the only place to externalize these explorations without asking too much from another.