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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
1PtaliaxReaderx2Ptalia: Gakuen Madness PT. 1[A/N]: Aaaand here is the start of using slangs. Y e ah
"Fucking Christ! We're going to be late! Vlad, hurry the fuck up!" You screamed as you sprinted out of your house. You are (First Name) (Last Name), also known as South (Country Name). Vlad, or Vladimir (Last Name) is your older brother, who represents North (Country Name). Your brother soon caught up with you and smacked you upside the head. "Don't talk to your elders like that!" He growled. You elbowed him in response. "I can talk to you however I want, punk!" You growled back. Neither you nor Vlad are the morning types, so you usually take your grumpiness out on each other.
World's International Academy, a school both you and Vlad goes to, is the greatest school in the world, so you say. The building is split to two, one for the 'first players', another for the 'second players'. Three years being in school, you and Vlad still didn't quite understand it, but didn't really felt bothered by it, because let's face
The Alverdale Tangle - Act 1. Chpt - 1Laying Down The Law
Robert Blake's tranquil solitude is shattered by the invasion of his sister— and she comes bearing a most displeasing of ultimatums.
The sombre and musty rooms of Greyvale Hall failed to swallow or muffle the shrill tones of Maris Barnham as she shrieked her daily disgruntlements. The afore-mentioned Mr. Robert Blake reclined in his lounge chair, the lengthy columns of that morning's unread news occupying his full attention. He often took to the library simply to avoid his sister's reprimands, and since returning to the ancestral home after his years away as a practising barrister, the untouched volumes of literary knowledge housed upon those shelves had been his silent, unread, companions.
Mister Robert Blake was content to have it remain thus, for silent company was by far the best, in his far from
Prelude- The RegulatorRegee stubled through the abondoned house.
'Damn. Stupid demon. Oh well. A couple scratches was worth it for 11 souls.'
He continued through knocking over some pans. They crashed to the floor.
Soon after came a loud screech and rapid footsteps, so big that the ground rumbled. A giant head poked in through a window. Regee turned to face his opponent. What he saw was what looked like a dog that went through the devil's blender.
The thing opened what looked like could be a mouth, and a demoic voice said, 'What's your name, pet. I always like to know my next meal's name, pet.'
He had to give it credit. For giant slobbering, disgusting demon dog that looks like a relative of lady gaga, it had some manners.
'Well if you insist. I am Regulus Leeubul, also known as the Regulator, member of the DWMA and personal weapon to Lord Death. And who are you?'.
The thing chuckled. 'Dorsow. 3rd
Savior-Final 1D Trollfic-Chapter 18maklemore:Let's recap:
We all wicked and desire sin
But imagine a world where no one kept there desires in
If something was called right cuz' simply we desired it
When yo' right goes against my right, who's right would win
As for being born that way
I should never see ya'll
Ever see use a word like "retard"
To describe someone who was born a little differently than we are
I guess down syndrome really isn't a thing ya'll
What do we call yo' syndrome?
Oh, that term is offensive now when it hits home?
So, what gives you the right to call the way he was born a defect?
I call yours a defect, you feel it's disrespect
You don't believe in God?
Hey, the universe says if we all gay
We either die off or have to do it God's way
And God loves you no matter what you struggle with
At least struggle tho, don't just give up and quit
Forget how you were born
We were all born in sin
But Christ died for your sin
You can be born again (Praise God for forgiveness)
We were all born in sin
But Christ died so
The All-Alex Rejects Chapter 5“And here we are,” Alex Jr. said, “The Eastern Brain Penitentiary.” Alex Jr. lowered the paper. Paeton, Morgana, and Alex Jr. looked at the building. It was a dark and forbidding place, constructed of concrete and metal. The sky was pitch black around it. “Erm…Maybe Mars is somewhere else. Somewhere…less forbidding.”
“Hey, you got the map,” Paeton said, “You’re the only one who knows where he went. And if you wasted 2 hours trying to get that map, then we are sure as Hell going in there and finding Mars in there…” She grabbed Alex Jr. by his tie. “Or I will strangle you with your own tie. Understand?!”
“If you do kill me, could I have a last request of getting to cop a feel?” Paeton started to tighten Alex Jr.’s tie. It became harder for him to breathe.”Okay,” he choked, “I’ll keep my mouth shut.” Paeton let go and he loosened his tie
A D VENTURE SS OF HUMAN AND BUNch AP T E RUN O
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hyol shti why i am curisgn im only 12 yelled human back
thjiss is ridiculosu you st ar ted this huamn the bun raced iinto sunset
ik ubnny i know a signle tear falls on human fa ce
Tale of a Dog Ch. 5 Throwing up is a very natural thing to do after coming to your senses. If you had flakes of meat that you didn’t know were there, and were from some unknown animal, you would have done it to. I’m certain that others of my kind can go on and on about the taste of blood, or the feel of flesh, but it must be an acquired taste. What no one bothers to remind you is that blood contains a lot of iron, and tastes like it quite a bit.
The vomit burned both the ground and my nose with its stench. The snow around it steamed away, and soaked the bile into the soil. I wiped my mouth with my arm, little bits left over on my fur. I quickly rubbed it off onto the snow, and got up slowly. Every muscle hurt from it. Not a serious cramp like before, but everything was tender.
My eyes adjusted to the dim glow of the moon, lighting the snow like a candle
Missing ScarvesThe young troll sprinted through the grocery store, Weaving in and out of the aisles she struggled to keep sight of the thief. Her footsteps slapped loudy against the tile floor and other customers growled at her when their feet were stepped upon. Wincing, Nyra (the troll) swiftly apologized whie sprinting. Her long grey scarf loosened around her neck but it went un noticed. Arms pumping Nyra dove forward and caught the back and grey stripped feline in her arm.
~Place Skip Brought to you by a insomia stricken author~
Eridan yawned and stretched his arms above his head. Gamzee had towed him, Karkat, Sollux and Terezi along with to the store for some damn reason. 'Land dwellers make no glubbin' sense some times' the royal troll thought in annoyance. His scarf draped fabulously over his shouder and glasses perched easily upon his face Eridan strode after Gamzee as
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
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