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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
The worst Fusion: 2P-1P x Reader - Pt. 1(?)This is it. This is the conference you normally go because you're one of them, but at the same time not one of them.
At some point, Arthur, also known as England, thought it would be a wonderful idea to mix this world and smash it together with the opposite universe, which everyone in the conference room would call the second player universe. To be honest, the next day he started yelling at everyone about why no one stopped him. Simple answer: he was completely hammered to the point where one touch will send him into a rampage. And the same day he was screaming about the mess the spell caused. The two worlds literally fused together and everyone's belongings fell ontop of each other. Surprisingly, the houses were not affected. And since then, every nation were busy cleaning up a rather very large mess that the magic left in their homes.
And then there's you. The only puny (as small as Liechtenstein's) country, who is also just an island, that doesn't have a
A Rare Sense of Humor Ch. 10Dean squeezed him back, relishing the ability to do so with having to worry about unintentionally crushing him. Fora moment, he forgot about how they were standing on a road paved with m and m's.
First, it was like standng on his tip toes. Then his arms don't reach all the way around Sam's back, despite several attempts. He would have slipped, but he was still held tight by his hulking little brother. Two feet, one foot passed him by and he began to freak a bit. He finally stopped around what he was guessing was six inches. Same size Sammy had been. He was now standing in Sam's slightly shaky hand. His friggin' hand! Dean didn't want to look up, but he steeled his nerves and did it anyway. The sky was dominated by vast plaid leading up to a gigantic face frowning down at him in bewildered concern. The sight made him queasy.
"Fuck." He sighed. Dean flopped backwards in the car-sized hand, thoroughly exhausted by this size-changing business.
Sam stared down at his hand.
A Rare Sense of Humor Ch.11Castiel brushed hismelf off as he stood.
"Gabriel's spell.. I must have-" he stopped short, stoic features looking between Dean and Sam with deep concern. He looked confused trying to surmise on his own what had happened.
"Sam... Your head-"
"Cas, turn around." Dean interjected. Castiel immediately looked over his shoulder. Like a dog chasing his tail, he spun around in an attempt to see the bright, plastic blue angel wings protruding from his back.
Even Sam couldnt help but snicker at the sight, despite his own misfortune. Cas gave up trying to chase the wings and groaned. This was ridiculous. He was an angel of the lord, not an object of ridicule.
"Well," said Sam, dipping his head side to side, testing the weight of the antlers, "I guess it could be worse..." Castiel shot him a glare. With mild hesitance, the trio pushed onwards down the candy laden path.
One thing Sam had been right about was how everything was amplified, magnified to extreme sights, s
Mirror, Mirror Pg. 1
Author's Note: Hey guys, how's it going? I should really be working on the next installment of my main fic series and the next chapter of the truth or dare fic, but I felt like penning a self indulgent Zapp and Kif centered fic. I love those guys lol, we really need more fics about them here! I'm sorry I wasn't very creative with the title and just ripped it off of a Star Trek episode; titles are kinda hard for me to come up with... anyways, I guess this fic can take place sometime in early July or late June of 3012, maybe a week or two before Zapp hooks up with Leela's mother Munda. I hope you enjoy the fic; please leave a review and tell me what you think of it.
That's what Zapp was. Bored, bored as hell, bored out of his mind, just plain old bored. And tired too. Leaning back in the captain's chair, he yawned sleepily and glanced up at the screen in front of him. A small planet with green seas and yellow patches of land was in view. The planet was Placercon 7
American Regression: Part 1
"Mattie, why aren't you picking up? Call me ASAP."
"Dude, c'mon. Pick uuuppppp"
"Bro, this is really important. Pick up"
"Matthew, you dick. Get off your maple guzzling ass and pick up the damn phone!"
"I'm freaking out here, man! Call me back!"
The Canadian stared down dumbly at his answering machine, the red number seventeen flickering repeatedly on the display screen, each one having been left by his somewhat hysteric brother. He'd paused, one arm partially out of the sleeve of his favorite jacket when by the third message he'd stopped all movement, trying to figure out wether or not the messages were to be taken seriously. With an indulgent exhale, Matthew moved away from the machine, tossing his jacket over the back of one kitchen chair before sitting down heavily into it. The dumbass probably just got scared watching some horror movie again...
Amiga De Mi Asesino? (Jeff the killer) Cap.24No se quien había sido más rápido, si Jeff o Lluvia, pareciera que Lluvia limpio más que Jeff.
“Bueno, como nos quedamos sin leche, te apetece una taza de café?”
“Pero aun queda” Dijo Jeff agitando la caja de leche asiendo sonar el liquido en su interior.
“Pero Jeff, Ya lo chupo el diablo!”
“Ah, esta bien…”
“…Podria ir a comprar más a la tienda, pero dudo que este abierta tan temprano”
“Mmm… no esta bien, tomare cafe”
Abrí el refrigerador buscando algo con que acompañar el café, no habia mucho de donde escoger, había mermelada, mantequilla y huevos.
“Oye Jeff, te gustan los huevos revueltos?” dije sin despegar mi mirada del interior del refrigerador.
“Lo que sea estará bien”
“Entonces huevos será”
Saque 3 y se los pase a Jeff mientras yo buscaba el aceite y un
Avina Meets Zero Blackfire Chapter 22The next morning was pretty normal Sketch and Avina had coffee together before the others woke up and Avina cooked a small breakfast for them before she got dressed and walked out the door. She was curious as to what was going on yesterday and she was going to find out, walking along the streets she was trying to sense things out, mostly humans humans humans. She caught the scent of a few others Apocs but she didn't go and meet them...she didn't need more in her hair even if she lived with three. She was looking around to either get higher or lower spotting a man hole cover she voted for under and smirked. She walks over to the cover testing it out and it was pretty heavy for normal people, she easily lifted it up and slipped inside letting it shut behind her she climbs down the ladder into the walkway. The smells hit her like a ton of bricks, but she can stand it it wasn't until she sighed softly climbing up the wall she hangs to the ceiling and scuttles along that.
Sitting on the roo
Diary of a Mary Sue Chapter 1~Pfffft. I am so bored that I am going to rant. No sit down ’n listen, kids.
Hi! My name is Midnightshade-Blazing-Jem-Saphire-Emerald-Ruby-Diamond-Amethyst-Garnet-Star-Sakura-Aoi-hime-sama-desu-chan. But all of my friends (whom are all less pretty, cool, funny, and dazzling than I) call me Mary Sue! I'm part neko, vampire, werewolf, and mermaid, but I'm the last of my kind, so I'm being hunted by some super bad guys. I have wings, and two different colored eyes. One is purple, and the other is gold. I have many more great things about me, but I will tell you all about them later. Now, wanna hear about the time I saved the entire world while looking fabulous, all by myself! (I mean, there were other characters involved, but they don't really matter, 'cause I'm dazzling.)
I was born on January 1st, because it was an omen that I would be a new beginning! I was born to a mom and a dad, but they were both really mean, because they were jealous of how g
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
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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