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A Glitch In The System~ (part 1)Heyyo~ so this is Literary art for you.
I saw a conversation between vanellopeandjackfan and jackfrost317 it spoke to me.... and inspired me to do
so here ya have it, enjoy.
(Btw, I loved BOTH these movies... Two of the best animation films I've seen in 2012)
Its funny how love can exist in two completely different lands. You could have love between someone in America, and someone in Canada; or even someone in China and someone in Europe. This love is more focused between two worlds in particular. The Gaming world, and the land of Watchers (or "Guardians" as most humans would call it.) I, am but a lowly watcher. Unknown to the world other than a creature of the night.But I see all, thus I can tell this story knowing every word I speak is truth. Whether you choose to believe me or not, is your choice. If you trust me enough to keep reading, I assume I should start the story.
Chap 2 Worthless people blame their karma.
Chap 2: "Worthless people blame their karma." Burmese Proverb
The next day, with his parents dead, Sam got dressed and made breakfast for himself. Hoping yesterday was just a hazy dream, he went to check on his parents. What he did wasn't a dream. As much as he didnt want to believe... it was true... Sam had killed his family... Not in any exact fashion, but in order of date of birth months. The significance to that.. that made his brothers gf first on his list...
Sam hobbled down stairs too the front door after he heard his door bell ring. "Sam Partin, get your butt out the door, your gona be late." called the familiar, yet very annoying voice. "Olivia.." He said with a little bit of malice in his voice. He opened the door, his eyes stricken with a mix of fear and anger. Olivia quickly noticed and backed away. "Sam, whats your problem?" Sam glared passed Olivia. "Its nothing," He replied slinging his bookbag onto his back. "Just some family matters.." Olivia sat on the steps, skeptica
Not me - Prologue
Sam had a look of horror on his face as he stumbled away from the scene before him. He knew he couldn't stop. Sam walked quickly to the front door and pulled at the brass handle, desperately trying to get away as fast as possible. He stopped for a second just as he got through the door. Sam's hands were shaking, violently. There was only one thing for it. He knew he had to hide the evidence. The evidence of his undeniable deed. One that will live on. Forever.
Sam quickly picked himself up and ran to the bathroom as he tried to rub the blood off of his hands. His eyes were red and his face and white shirt crimson with the blood of the ones he loved. Sam was only a 13 yr old boy; Who knew such deadly tension could build up in a child of that age. When he finally got the courage to look in the mirror, he stopped right in his tracks. All he saw was a version of himself that he only dreamed about, that he never knew existed.
He saw himself smiling. He saw...
12-28-11 Dream 1Hello, tis I Chrissy, and this is NOT a story, but more of a means of sharing my dreams with others.. if you read, be warned, my dreams contain alot more than what the average human may be able too concieve..... and if you are not able too handle it, do NOT read this and stop when you feel the need too, this first story is ok though... so, enjoy at your own discretion....
"Barrett is it, what a humble and cute name" Chrissy smiled as she plopped a spoonfull of icecream into her mouth. "Why thank you, and I honestly think Chrislyn is prettier than Chrissy." he said looking Chrissy straight in the eye. Chrissy had grown great disdain toward her name ovr the years, after repeatedely being tormented about it over and over. "I dont like it. At all." Barrett gave Chrissy the sort of sympathetic look that you would give a lost puppy. "And why do you hate your name..? Its whimsical, beautifull, and very loving a
...She swallowed pain slowly not knowing whats comming.
The transformation was starting.
She dropped too the ground, a harkening pain in her stomach.
Her claws started growing.
She gave her team one last look.
Her eyes turned a black shade of blue.
She lifted off the ground ever so slowly.
Her wings were growing.
Her soul turned as black as night.
Her fangs started too grow.
She had a sudden blood lust like no other.
Her lust took over her brain.
Her clothing transformed with her.
Her black shade of grey and blood red.
She hugged her holy gun close too her body.
There was only a tiny piece of herself left.
The transformation was almost complete.
She was almost the very thing she hunted.
Chapter 4: Part 1: KaikoriThe bell rung for our class to go to next period Two more periods left and Schiool will end which means . "Kaikori!! Move your giant butt out my seat!!" I looked up in disgust of the voice I was hearing. "Hi Mesowo." "What the hell do you think your still doing still sitting in my seat!?" Her voice was high pitched like a pissed off canary. "Will you leave me alone, Im getting out.. I have a track and field meeting anyway. I am leaving now to go make something of my life.. SO if you don't excuse me," I flipped my hair."I'll be leaving." In walked off as Mesowo and her naisily crew of followers started freaking out because there was frog guts all over there seats. There screams were music to my ears. I put on my sweater and put the earbuds on my sweater in my ears. I started to listen to Alice Human Sacrafice, by the Japanese group Vocaloid. Then, as I was walking, I ran into to this random guy."Watch it!!" I said before I could get a good look at him. "Sorry Ms., I shall be
Hetalia x Reader Dumblore Sadness
America slammed his hand on the table.
“And I’ll be the hero!” He exclaimed. That set them all off. England and France were shoving each other, calling names while China and all the Asians Stood off and rolled their eyes.
“Hey watch the koala!” and “You bloody frog!” could be heard along with curses in multiple languages. Italy was in chibi form furiously waving his flag while Hungary was swinging her frying pan in every way. Denmark and Prussia had come to blows while you could hear Norway, “Call me big brother!”
Germany was twitching in annoyance. He had had enough of this bull.
“Oi! You dunkopfs! Vould jou all just sit down und listen! Ve vill take turns speaking und I vill start!” He shouted. Catching all the countries attention. Russia had stop trying and hit America with his pipe. England took his hands off of France’s neck and Switzerland lowered his rifle.
“Okay so to address the problem at han
The First Ceasefire - Chapter 20 :: NamesSniper sat up when he heard the door unlock.
Spy entered the room, a worried expression on his face. "I 'ate to say it, but we need 'ou. Quickly."
Sniper jumped to his feet. "Whoi? What happened?"
"It's Scout... Just, come." Spy led the Australian into compartment three, where Scout was curled up on the couch shuddering, screaming and sobbing.
"Oh, no..." Sniper whispered. "What happened?"
"Nightmare." Medic said curtly. "He vas yelling about not vanting to be touched and vas screaming and sobbing."
Sniper reached out his hand, gently resting it on Scout's shoulder. "Scout... It's gonna be okay... Oi promise..." He said softly, gently squeezing the younger's shoulder.
Scout's breathing began to slow, and his sobs began to grow quieter.
Sniper sat down next to him, slowly rubbing his back with his other hand.
Scout let out a small whimper as Sniper gently adjusted him so that the younger's head was in his lap, but then went quiet again, body still shaking slightly.
Hey... It's gon
TNM HERMOSAS CRIATURAS CAP 9anterior mente
– yo quiero la de corazones – dijo dezz y así paso con todas las chicas e igual con los chicos, después les llamaron para cenar, bajaron al comedor y era grande, una mesa como para 20 personas tods se sentaron al lado de cada pareja, solo Brigett se sentó al lado de Thomas y chéster al lado de ella después llegaron Vanessa e Isabella con 2 personas
isbella: chicas, chicos ello soten nuestros esposos
chicos y chicas: *escupieron sus vevidas, menos sam , jack, chester , brigett y sofia estaba en el baño* queee
isabella: el es raimundo mi esposo
vaneessa: y el es mi esposo se llama
sofi: jeronimo *con frieldad*
sofi: que haces tu aqui
sofi: *se les escapan lagrimas* que haces aqui
rami: de donde se conosen
sofi: es mi mi padre
todos con cara de wtf y de sorprendidos
sofi: no me llames hijaa
vannesa: sofi estas vien
sofi: si tia digo si estoy bien *saliendo volando a su cuarto*
The Misadventures of Shining Armor and the CMC Ch8 “C-C-C-C…” Shining Armor stammered, too full of fear and embarrassment to speak.
“Cadence, you remember the Cutie Mark Crusaders: Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle,” Twilight said, trying to hide how nervous she was. She quickly turned to check on her brother, who looked like he was about to be sick, as he continued to stare, slack jawed up at the beaming face of his wife. Poor Shining Armor, she thought, regretting that she hadn’t told her brother that Cadence was going to be joining them the day that she had received the letter.
“Of course I remember them,” she said, directing her attention to the group of fillies. “And how have you three been? I trust that you’re still busy trying to get your cutie marks?”
“Yes ma’am,” Apple Bloom said, returning Cadence’s smile.
A Tiny Legend Chapter One~Chapter One~
An Odd Reward
"HELP! They stole from me!!", cried the old beggar as she tried to run after them, but was slowly failing to keep up with them. A man passing by saw that band of thieves stealing from the beggar. He took off after them, him being a young man and stronger by far, he was able to keep up with them as they ran down twist and turns, ally ways, and roof tops trying to lose him. After a long while the thieves lost him and had stop to breath in ally way not far from their hide out. "Did we lose him?!", asked the biggest one, most likely the bronze not the brains. "Well of course we did you idiot! No one can run as fast as us, nor has the skills of escape as us.", laughed victoriously the short and thin thief, pointing him out as the leader and brains behind the three of them. The third man, a blond young man with nether brains nor bronze on his side, simply nodding.
Steve X Reader Chapter 5: 10 Out of 10 Would Bang"W-Wait, you mean..?" She asked. Aw, she's adorable~ (YO SHUT THE FUK UP STEVE)
I nodded happily.
"Also, since you're new to this world, you'll be living with us now!" (DAYUM STEVE, ARE YOU FORCING THE READER TO LOVE YOU OR SOMETHING?) I grinned.
She nodded gently.
I grinned like an idiot out of happiness. (Ah. He admit it.)
She giggled normally like what any girl would do. Except Kia. She'd laugh like an obnoxious asshole. (STOP. DON'T ADMIT ANYMORE THAN THAT.)
"Where do I sleep?" She asked.
Oh, right, forgot about thaaaaaaat.
"Hold on for a minute please." I asked.
I went upstairs and fixed the guest room.
(OKAY. SUDDENLY THE LAZINESS ATE ME IN WHOLE. I'LL TRY AGAIN LATER.)
Worgen Story chap 18. AbaleenChap 18.
I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know how; he kept saying he wanted to go with him, but I begged him not to... My life is a mess... I'm supposed to be his luna, it was all explained to me but I don't know how, I don't even know if I can. He might go, I hope he doesn't oh God, please; don't let him go...
I sat up in bed, I was all alone. I opened my door, the house was cold, empty and quiet. I became nervous, I walked out to the window and parted the curtains. His car was there, but where was he? His door was shut, I crept over and opened it, peeking inside. He was gone... Did he leave? I stopped dead in my tracks, I heard a sob, it came from the bathroom. I crept across the floor, approaching quietly. The door was open slightly, I listened, there was soft sobs. I looked through the crack in the door. Hex was standing over the sink, he looked like he was gripping his ears, as if to keep
Movie Magic - Part 2PART 2 - ADJUSTED FOCUS
Nurse Poultice held a pointer in her teeth and tapped it on a slightly faded eye chart, speaking to her patient through the sides of her mouth. "Hokay, read me the shmallesht line y'all can shee."
Twilight dutifully held the opaque paddle over her unscathed eye and peered across the test site infirmary's cramped exam room at the rows of letters. The relentless, colorful sparkles in her right eye were starting to give her a mild headache, but they seemed to settle down as she concentrated. "Um... 'Manufactured under Crown Charter by the Twenty Twenty Optometrical Supplies Company, Manehattan, Equestria.'"
The earth pony nurse blinked, then craned her neck to peer at a tiny line of text at the very bottom of the chart. After a moment she pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on, squinting as she pushed her snout against the paper, Her pointer clattered on the concrete floor as her jaw dropped open in shock. She turned and stared wide eyed over the top of her s
At Birth (Akuroku) Ch. 30At Birth, I Promised Death I Would Die
This is it.
IT HAS BEEN AN INCREDIBLE TWO AND A HALF YEARS. You guys are the most fantastic audience. I can't breathe right now.
This is the final installment. The fic's complete.
IMPORTANT: While I get my breath together, I just wanted to say that this story might become a novel. So that means I'm planning on taking it down soon, changing the characters to originals, and publishing. So read it while you can or save it on your computer for READING PURPOSES ONLY. Not sure when it will be published (if it gets through and everything) because I have to edit the hell out of it.
It's been an amazing ride, you guys. You're all fantastic for sticking with me for so long. Thank you.
This also means I'll be working on other writing ideas. WOW FINALLY. Maybe I'll actually focus on the other fics in my arsenal. It's about goddamn time. I'll keep you updated on my tumblr (there's a link on my FF profile).
So thank you guys, it's been
Chap 1 What is done cannot be undone.. LM
~Chap 1: "What is done cannot be undone." -Lady Macbeth
Sam knew very well that the person smiling in the mirror couldn't be and wasn't him. He turned away from the mirror in hopes that the horrid image of whats built up inside of him has faded and only become a figment of his imagination. "So much for wishfull thinking Sam..." With a horrified look on his face, Sam turned around and looked at the image in the mirror. "Boo." Sam yelled and backed away slowly as his eyes widened. Just then, the gruesome image in the mirror reached out to sam. Sam was scared. Same bloodied white shirt and jeans, same hoodie, same blood lust filled eyes.
The image in the mirror grabbed onto Sam's hoodie, making him vomit a little into the sink. He looked up at his mirror image. Then, with every ounce of fear appearing in his voice asked very silently, "Who are y-you...?" The gruesome and bloodied image replied very quantily, "Nothing but the image of what you have now become. You are
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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