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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
Caring for a Naga pt 2 Kenneth had arrived to the lake only moments before Hill had began to remove her clothes, eager to get into that cool and refreshing water. Even though he enjoyed the warmer temperatures due to his snake half, he also enjoyed cooling off just as much. His coils shivered excitedly as he neared the lake's edge, his tail reaching down to test the waters out. Not incredibly cold, but not incredibly hot. Just right. He smiled in approval and drew his tail back to him, glancing about to make sure no large predators were near by. He was high on the food chain, yes, but still he had to look out for the other competitors. Ones with sharp claws and powerful jaws with razor sharp teeth…
He had actually overlooked her the first time he gazed her way, his mind elsewhere as he prepared to ease into the lake. His coils had begun to slither down the trunk and into the water, but then Kenneth immediately froze, his eyes comically wide as he did a do
Strange Kids (Venturian kids) Part 1Part 1
First day of school
YAY!First day of school!Fact im at school right now.
Weridly I always have the same classes with my twin Adarsh.All of them with Adarsh.I always sit across from him.Adarsh and I sharded our psycho smirk to each as I our teacher called our names."Aania and Adarsh Casket??",our first period teacher Mrs.Miller called our named."HERE!!",we yelled at the same time.
We also had Butyrum...Carring around his creeper dog.Yay.
But one thing we only know is we are going to cause so much trouble this year.We'll get way scott free.So lets start this year with a bang!
Memories Recovered - Chapter 1Memories Recovered
Last time, Brian Griffin confronted his attempted murderer, Justin Bieber, who didn't know what Brian was talking about at first. Brian was then called to a serious family discussion, and Lois called him an idiot, therefore prompting him to leave the Griffin house to realize his mistake. However, he informed his brother-like friend, Vinny, to take care of the family before he left. A month has passed, and the Griffins decided to buy a new dog, a Scottish Terrier named Scott, to recover from that loss-like moment when Brian left. The following night, Brian somehow returned home. However, he didn't remember Vinny or any of the other families. And so, our story continues...
Chapter 1 - The Dog with No Memory
One night, after giving a successful concert, Justin Bieber decided to pack up his equipment before his next concert inside his bus. However, before
Caring for a Naga pt 4 The house was quiet, save for a few birds that chirped outdoors. No life roamed inside the estate, the home completely empty. It was a sort of eerie peaceful moment. Nothing disturbed the silence.
Well, that didn't last long.
Hill and Kenneth appeared in the living area in a flurry of writhing coils and bodies. Kenneth's human half toppled against the couch, nearly tipping the furniture over as he blinked the dizziness from his eyes, placing a palm on his head as if to stop his spinning sight. Woah, that had been an experience he NEVER wanted to have again. His snake half went everywhere, including on the coffee table and armchair, any available space on the floor, as well as around Hill. She was holding her head, gritting her teeth as she stumbled backwards, right into a pile of Kenneth's coils, and she tripped. She yelped, her arms flailing in vain to keep herself upright as she fell with a heavy "OOMPH!". Kenneth jumped, pain shooting through h
Everything wrong with Sword Art Online Episode 3Reading. *ding*
Kirito doesn't join the cheers circle. *ding*
The five players were rescued by Kirito? Yet another bunch of retarded players who will end up dead. *ding*
Only girl in the group cliche. *ding*
Also, I'm surprised no one even tried to get with her when this group began. *ding*
Girl who is a scary cat cliche. *ding*
Opening shows title in case you forgot what show you're watching and still not giving a shit for the viewers to guess who kirito is gonna be with. *ding*
Red nosed reindeer? Is Rudolph in this show too? *ding*
Discounts Kabutops *ding*
Why is everyone standing there not helping there fellow allies? Kirito was the only useful person helping the two while the rest acted as retards. *ding*
In one shot, everyone was where Sachi and the other guy was and when Kirito jumps in, cutting the praying mantis's arm, everyone magically disappeared. *ding*
And now they showed up in the next shot? *ding*
All it took was a sword and a club to kill the praying mantis. They shou
Friends Forever - Chapter 2Friends Forever
Chapter 2 - A Visit from a Celebrity
The morning following Brian's departure, he woke up, collarless, and he felt like he had a headache. A red bird landed near him. Brian took notice of the descending bird.
"Who are you?" Brian asked the bird.
"I suppose you're going to tell me who you are, first," the bird requested in a female British accent.
"I," Brian began, "I can't remember. I don't even know where I'm from."
"Then," the bird replied, "why do you drive a car? Your identification card should be in there."
Brian looked everywhere inside his Prius, but he found nothing. He then turned to the bird and replied, "No clues."
"Well, then, nameless perro blanco," the bird offered, "maybe I should invite you to my home. Mi bosque es su bosque."
"That's very nice of you," Brian agreed as he fo
Life At Ponderosa: FrostA green jeep pulls up to the front doors of a mansion near the beach. The driver gets out and opened the back door as Frost steps out of the jeep. She remains silent walking into the house.
“You're welcome.” The driver called out. “I know you were eliminated but come on. Why no reaction?”
“So here I am as the very first juror as this bunch and frankly, I hate it.” Frost grumbled. “I literally can't believe Critic would just eliminate me just like that. The vote should of been eight to three and Damon should be here. Not me!”
Frost looks around the bedroom and is amaze at how large the biggest one is. “Yeah fuck those asses, this bed is mine now.” She explained to herself. “Now to find the gym, I need to express my anger.”
“When I found out the vote was six to five, I just knew those Purada bastards Alleio and Tapioca were going to jump back to their old friends.” She explained. “It
Forbidden Ch6Forbidden Ch6
When Wilbur entered the house he made a beeline for the kitchen to grab the snacks he knew were in the cupboard. He was hoping this would be quick, and involve little to no interaction with any of his family. What he wasn't expecting was for Carl to the seated at the dining room table when he flicked on the light. He shot a warning glare at the robot before turning his back on him and opening the cupboards to retrieve the snacks.
"Don't start with me, Carl" he warned as he heard the robot stand up
"Don't start what!?" He cried "it's not like I have any say here anyways!" His voice was frantic as he spoke in hushed tones, optics darting frantically around to ensure they were alone "you're going to do that you want! And apparently what you want is your own f-"
"Enough!' He snapped, whirling to fix his furious and pained almond gaze on the frantic robot "I said don't start, Carl" he insisted "I know what I'm doing"
"Oh? And what exactly is that?" He demanded
"I'm having a sl
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
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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