
Sign up to save your podcasts
Or


Grandma Nam reached out to caress Lee Ui-seon's (pseudonym) face that she could make out in the moonlight. There was something in the look Ui-seon was giving her as she loomed over the bed: murderous intent. The long knife reflected the moonlight as she swung it down onto her grandmother's neck with all of the hatred she had in her heart for mankind. Had the feminist group WOMAD radicalized her into a killer? Or was there something more sinister in her heart?
By Mimi Mizicko4.6
4848 ratings
Grandma Nam reached out to caress Lee Ui-seon's (pseudonym) face that she could make out in the moonlight. There was something in the look Ui-seon was giving her as she loomed over the bed: murderous intent. The long knife reflected the moonlight as she swung it down onto her grandmother's neck with all of the hatred she had in her heart for mankind. Had the feminist group WOMAD radicalized her into a killer? Or was there something more sinister in her heart?

2,614 Listeners

8,589 Listeners

25,651 Listeners

10,006 Listeners

3,006 Listeners

8,934 Listeners

5,979 Listeners

1,933 Listeners

1,975 Listeners

5,253 Listeners

393 Listeners

798 Listeners

99 Listeners

1,894 Listeners