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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
Debbie Goes Medieval - Part TwoA link to the first half of this story can be found in the notes below. And now for the conclusion….
Dalca Castle, outside Vanity City, Maryland.
“What the hell kind of place are you-all running here?”
Fred Smythe jumped to his feet, his face flushed with anger. “Don’t come in here shouting and using that kind of language in front of my wife!”
“I’ll speak how I like! Me and the wife got here bright and early. We were fixing to put decorations for the big picnic tomorrow. Then she disappeared. I tried calling her cellphone, but no answer. I hollered her name. Still no answer. I looked everywhere before I finally found her, tied to a tree over there!”
“It’s true,” his wife said. “Some man and woman in fancy old costumes grabbed me. Said they didn’t want us around! Then they tied me up! Even gagged me so I couldn
Debbie Goes Medieval - Part One“Once upon a time the beautiful Princess Tienne decided to host a joust!”
Music, cheerful as the chirping of birds, accompanied Princess Tienne’s graceful entrance into a green meadow. Tienne, a young woman, half Vietnamese in heritage, had lustrous, straight black hair. She wore an elaborate yellow gown and a floral crown. “It’s going to be easy to organize!” she said, placing her hand on a tall wooden stake driven into the ground next to her.
An ominous chord rumbled dangerously as Tienne finished her optimistic prediction.
“Unfortunately, Princess Tienne did not foresee the obstacles that would arise!”
The cheerful music melted away, replaced by a dire melody. Tienne no longer moved about freely. Instead, she stood tied to the wooden stake! Thick, brown ropes surrounded her body, repeated loops created broad coils, two about her legs, and two about her torso. A white cloth over he
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
Movie Magic - Part 1PART 1 - PAN & SCAN
The screen flickers to life as the lights go down and an expectant hush falls over the audience.
A jaunty fanfare plays, as a topographic map of continental Equestria fades into view. Multicolored fireworks burst and flicker across the skies over the verdant kingdom, resolving into the smiling visage of a cobalt blue unicorn mare with a pale blue mane and a gleam in her amethyst colored eyes. Her horn sparkles as the words appear over her in pleasing cursive writing. "The Spectacular Trixie Presents A Lulamoon Studios Production!"
With a convivial wink she fades out, replaced by the image of a handsome stallion in a Harmony Flight Harness carrying a movie camera rig and peering through the viewfinder as he traverses the map from one side to the other. Trailing behind him, a glamorous pegasus mare with flowing blonde hair and a sash emblazoned with the word 'veritas' tows a fluttering banner that proclaims: "Eye on Equestria! All the news the nation needs now!"
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
Memories :: Chapter 13You knocked once, and before you could knock again, Scout pulled the door open. He wasn't wearing his uniform any more, he had changed into a grey shirt and simple brown pants, although his hands were still bandaged and he had his tags around his neck.
"Hey..." You giggled slightly.
"Hey... You look... nice..." He said quietly, blushing.
You smiled. "Thanks. You aren't lookin' too bad yourself."
"Thanks. I know a pretty cool place where we can hang out, if ya wanna go. It's not very far..."
"Sure, why not?"
" 'Kay, follow me..."
He led you'd down the hall, and the two of you entered a small door that revealed a staircase, and you began to go up.
Scout held the door open for you as you stepped out, letting the cool night air hit your skin. Observing the area, you realized that you were on the roof. There were crates all around the roof; some without lids, some with lids, and some that looked very broken.
Scout came out directly after you, closing the door behind him.
"None of the
Who is Sky? (Bloopers because who cares)-(Part 1)
Kia: I know we're just practicing this, but, I'M ACTUALLY AFRAID IF HE HAS AMNESIA.
Adam: YOU SCARED KIA~?
Kia: YES. *Runs away*
Adam: *Chases her laughing*
Ty: Uh, let's take a break. *Facepalms*
Adam: I could be king Squid or something!
Kia: *Crawls away*
Kia: Hal- I can't do cute crap. *Walks away*
*Staff laughing in the background*
Ty: What are you doing?
Me: Halp? *Glomp*
Ty: Fine, just let go of me! This is embarrassing!
Me: *Smirks and pulls his pants down then runs away*
Ty: OI! *Chases her*
Adam: *Rofls* Can we keep that?
Ty: There's nothing to do. Hey. Wake up. Stop being a lazy ass.
Kia: BUT THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF MY LIFE. *Fake sobbing*
Ty: GO WITH THE LINES GODDAMMIT.
Bolas al ataque, epilogo
¡Fantasmano!- dijo contento Thomas
El señor Maellard era en realidad Fantasmano, había tomado la forma del jefe máximo del parque.
-Pero si te vi desintegrarte,¿cómo?- dijo Suave
-Tengo algunos trucos bajo la manga- dijo Fantasmano
-Increíble, ¿eso que fue?- preguntó Thomas
-Una ilusión espectral, cosa de fantasmas.
-Supongo que subestime tus capacidades, Fantasmin- dijo Acido
-No todo el tiempo uso mis habilidades fantasmales, además creo que es muy aburrido utilizarlas.
-Logramos salvar el parque, supongo que debemos hacer un “Oh” como Mordecai y Rigby.
-Eso es muy repetitivo, Thomas, esta es nuestra victoria, hagamos nuestro propio grito.
-Ya me se uno- Thomas tomo Aire- ¡Baaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
-¡Siiiiiiiiiiiiiii que siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!- grito Fantasmano
Suave, Acido y las bolas también festejaron.
-¿Qué sucederá con Mordecai y Rigby?- pregunto Thomas
-Si Acido tuvo la habilida
Who is Sky? (Part 6)"How long 'til we go out to sea?" She asked.
"3 or 4 months from now."
"3 OR 4 MONTHS?!"
"We need an army."
"Why can't we just ask the recruits?"
"They wouldn't believe us that they're King became the King of the arch-enemy."
"Point proven, but aren't there that will actually believe?"
"THEN TRY ASKING THEM."
"I already did. None believed."
"Geez." She sighed.
"Ah, also-" She added.
"-did you know what happened?"
"Um, about what?"
"I see. The news haven't broken to you yet. Check the next room. 208."
"Uh..." I nodded and went in the next room. My eyes widened.
A certain fluffy bacca was sitting next to a bed half-asleep, with blood-shot eyes.
What was more horrifying was that, Mitch's slowly dying body was on the bed.
"He went off to get Adam. I told him to stop but..." There it is. The tears.
"You don't have to continue, I-"
"No, I want to. I-It might make me feel better."
He explained all of it. Apparently, Mitch alm
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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