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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
Lifestyles With Minerva Mink Episode 12The following episode of Lifestyles With MINERVA MINK(R) is rated....
14+ LSV for Violence, Sexual Conduct and Language
May not be suitable for younger viewers under 14.
READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
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as "LIFESTYLES WITH MINERVA MINK(R)")
LIFESTYLES WITH MINERVA MINK(R)
Created by Tom Ruegger and Shrekrulez
Series Development by SHREKRULEZ ENTERTAINMENT, LTD.
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MINERVA'S BOYFRIEND RETURNS
Original Story and Written by: SHREKRULEZ
Supervising Producer: SHREKRULEZ
Story Directed by: SHREKRULEZ
At the STARSTRIP joint, lots of male customers going ga ga for the most
attractive winning champ for defeating the most unstoppable kickboxer
ever around the planet.
HARVEY: THERE SHE IS, GENTLEMEN!
THE GRAND KICKBOXING CHAMPION IN THE WHOLE WIDE FRIGGING WORLD!
(got her championship belt while wearing her sexy b
Mpreg Dating and Ed's JulietteWe returned to curriculums after a week of absence, catching up on all the missing school work took its toll on each of us. As did the love in the air. During the lectures and after class, all I could think about was Rebecca Fannigan. She sat a row down from me and eight chairs to the right, and at times I would catch her peeking over her shoulder and pursing her gentle lips at me in a smile. Her almost black chestnut hair was always perfectly curled and her green eyes lit up my heart like the green flash at the end of a sunset. An angel in my eyes.
I know it sounds cliché, only such a vixen would never take to the likes of me: a shaggy blonde with nothing but a faux arm, child support, and a guardian to my name.
So I went to my last resort for asking advice.
"Yeah, she's in one our of classes actually." I explained to Taylor as we cleaned up from earliers lab, stuffing the rest of the scopes into cabinets.
"So, ask her out." He shrugged, a quick tone in his voice.
The Stori of Hte Saroti Koeiji CH6FINALSO satori swas trapped in thte bosx of invisble while eren and reaise n make weed.
"Youll ne veeer get awya wit ht his eren jaegar!" sadi stori/
"Hh aHA HAH HAhh aHHA hh a AHA Hhah fuck you we aleady have u lil bitch" said eren
Sato ri pulled out a nohter spleencard and ryelled "RECOLLECTION-MASTER SPORK" AND BROke throug h the invsble cage and she were free!!!!!!!
Stroi and eren wre face to face (resin ran aywa becas ue she sa little bitch) in a mandrake batte!
After stori complte her master spork spleencard, eren pulled out a specclard and shouted "GALAXY IN A POT". Th en satori was surdongded by pentragrm (ILLUMINATI!!!11!!) tihgnis which barfed colrful raindbow potatoes and hda homing snowballl bulets. Stori dodeged them bu t eve nrtually go th it by a starayy buller!! Stary was kaknockered to teh ground the n pinned down bdy eeirring.
"STORI YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE MAKE YOUR RIME" said eren
"Orly?" sad satori
AND THEN AT THAT MOMETN UTSUSHO MOTHERUFUCKING REIUJI SPLEENED THO
Life At Ponderosa: Survivor CriticA green jeep pulls up to the front doors of the mansion. The driver gets out and let Survivor Critic out who just walks away to the mansion.
“Doesn't anyone ever say thanks?” The driver complained before leaving.
“I don't believe this was an accurate elimination.” Critic explains. “Obviously the producers were rigging to fully eliminate me because I would of won in the end.”
“Well, well, well.” Frost says standing in the kitchen. “Someone obviously should of kept me.”
“Please I only did what was right for my game.” Critic returned back. “If I was going to win, I had to eliminate you.”
“Yet you still went home after me.” Frost smirked at him.
“Who got the higher placement?” Critic smiled at her.
“He's obviously trying to piss me off.” Frost growled at the camera. “I'm not falling for it, he’s out, he won't be winning the prize so I'm happy now.
I Wish I Was Normal ~Chapter 15“Oooooh, Oooooh, Radioactive! Radioactive!” I sing loudly, as the water beats down on my exposed back. I stand beneath the midget shower I installed myself on the second floor of my bookshelf. It isn’t flash, like a real shower, but it serves its purpose. Mum and I cut up one of those flour sifters and strung it up to resemble a showerhead. All I have to do is pour water into the bucket suspended overhead and presto! You’ve got yourself a fully functioning mini-shower! “I raise my flag, and don my clothes… it’s a revolution I suppose…” I continue to sing, whilst lathering soap over my tanned skin and feeling the warm water rinse it off. Droplets run down my hair ant the sides of my face. “We’re painted re-“
“Will you shut up, bro?” A voice yells over my singing. I wince slightly at its amplitude, having no ear protection on at the moment, but it doesn’t bother me too much.
“You sing in the s
PP: TAN Chapter 3None of Mrs. Bennet’s well honed skills—her blunt, forceful inquiries; her belligerent, incessant badgering; her wild and baseless suppositions—drew any favorable response from her husband as to Mr. Bingley’s alluring wealth . . . of personality . . . and character. Of course. In lieu of answering, Mr. Bennet would simply lick a finger and turn the page of whatever piece of literature occupied him at the time, a practice he employed, much to the bewilderment of his wife, even when not in possession of a book; and so she contrived to gather her information through the time-honoured means preferred by all proper civilizations: Gossip, which Lady Lucas gladly gave, as it made an otherwise ignorable character somewhat pertinent to the narrative at hand, if only briefly. Lady Lucas declared Mr. Bingley to be excessively agreeable—young, handsome, well endowed . . . with a bounty of riches . . . and of highest import, to be attending Hertfordsh
Drex The Leptolapsus - Murder and MadnessDrex The Leptolapsus
Murder and Madness
Chickens cried out in terror as I pounced for glory! Wings flapped and feathers littered the air inside the coop! As they made a break for their escape, I chased them in hot pursuit, ecstatic with the thrill of the hunt.
Suddenly, from outside, the farmer's door clattered open and the voice of a strong, brawny man shouted, “Girls! What's gotten into you!”
Farmer Brom hurried to the entrance of the chicken coop, leaning back in shock once he saw my sleazy form pounce on the last chicken out—my face ripe with glee as I felt my paws pin the bird to the ground!
“You!” Brom exclaimed!
I peered up sheepishly up at Farmer Brom.
“How the devil did you get past my traps!” the brawny farmer hollered. “I laid em out especially for you! Get off of that chicken!”
He was an intimating human being, so naturally I scuffled back a bit, le
Digital Mess 2 Chapter 32Scheda X
Rebeccah "Rebecca" Hitomi
Digicard: Agumon's Triple Baby Flame
Digivice: A lavender fusion loader
Type of Chosen Child: DigiDestined
Attire: A pink shirt, a blue jacket, skinny blue jeans, a purple belt for her digivice, a purple flora mini pouch around her neck, and purple boots.
Appearance: Purple hair and eyes
Talice "Alice" Alicia
Attire: A blue scarf, a red-orange dress, black leggings that touches her knees, an orange balloon pattern mini pouch around her neck, an orange belt for her digivice, and orange sneakers.
Digicard: Guilmon's Rock 'n' Roll Breaker
Digivice: An orange fusion loader
Type of Chosen Child: Digidestined
Appearance: Blond hair w
I Wish I Was Normal ~Chapter 4It isn’t hard to notice that the blonde haired kid in front of me is both annoyed and freaked at the same time. His mouth hangs agape, like someone’s decided that it would be funny to unhinge his jaw. I’m tempted to roll me eyes at him, but that wasn’t going to be the best strategy for making friends. Man, I wish he’s stop staring, though. “Well, I’m pleased to meet you.” I pull off a cheeky grin at… Thomas? Yeah, I think that’s what he said his name was. In seconds, he’s tensed up, causing my smile to fade a little. Why can’t he just act natural? When he doesn’t make a move to reply, I sigh under my breath and pick myself up from the checked pencil case to inspect his drawing, which is a rough sketch of a teenage girl. The way he’s captured her doll shaped face and outlined the detail in her flowing hair astonishes me.
“You’re good.” I comment as I stand beside the thick sketchbook. S
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
Twelve Moments In The Dead Of Summer1. The sunlight glistens on her wet skin as she's walking towards the beach. He has never seen anything so beautiful in his life and even if the words seem to dry up in his throat, he knows what he is going to do next.
2. It hasn't rained for months now so it only takes a small spark from the cigarette to set the undergrowth on fire. On the first sign of fire they panic and run, never to look back but to remember years later, in nightmares, the crazy old man who lived in the shack nearby and was never seen since.
3. They lay together on the grass, watching the sun slowly go down behind the treeline. He takes her hand, old, wrinkled and frail into his, and whispers: "I would give up everything I have for one more summer like this". She responds: "Darling, you already did that years ago". They burst into giggles, just like the one he was supposed to take her dancing for the first time and got lost on the way, and it seems that all these years haven't changed anything at all.
4. The thorn
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