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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
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
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
Slender - Urban Angel, Archer Part 8
Archer could feel it in Smiler’s grasp as she almost clung onto him, the sense of fear. It was a fear Archer knew of once himself. But he also knew there was no sense to try and stand up to Offender. Yet Archer had and idea and looked at Smiler, urging her to let go of him. As she reluctantly did Archer moved towards Offender with a somewhat relaxed posture and stopped at a fairly safe conversation distance.
If he can’t fight, he can try reasoning… at least.
“As far as I know about you Offender. Doesn’t she have to take your rose for you to… you know?” He drifted. Offender smirked and teleported right before Archer, causing Archer in instinctively step back a few times.
“Fuck her silly?~ Well she DID touch it, and that’s good enough for me.~” Offender pointed out cheerfully. Archer shot a frown back at Smiler who shrugged innocently with a sheepish look plastered on her face. She knew Archer was annoyed she didn’t
The Bloody End Chapter 1Flying Visit
A noise startles me awake. I sit up, look around, my vision blurry and clouded. My head spins and I put a hand to it, groaning. Allowing my eyes to adjust to the dark, I peer around my bedroom. The door is closed as always (I can't STAND it being left open- especially when I'm in bed), everything seems to be in place. I rub my head and reach out for my phone and use it to check the time.
I put it back down with a sigh, rest my head, close my eyes and attempt to go back to sleep, even though I can feel a sickening feeling of butterflies in my stomach that I try hard to ignore. Sleep. Sleep. Just go to sleep...
There it is again! Only louder! I sit up again, grabbing my phone and use it to light up my bedroom. I check the floor to see if anything has fallen off my shelf but can't see a thing. I listen closely to hear if my parents are up and about, but as far as I'm aware they are both snoring, sleeping soundly in their bed, blissfull
Ch 7 nightmare pt 1AN~I don't own any of the characters except for Amelia/Pandora. Also, I'm going with the fact that Tim/Masky has brown eyes like he does in the actual MH youtube series. I have this series over on Deviantart as well, so some of the characters belong to people over there as well. All new credit will be added at the end of each Chapter, previous credit will be posted at the top and bottom.
"Amelia," A voice called out to me. My...my head it pounded. I felt sick to my stomach as I opened my eyes. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness that surrounded me as I slowly sat up in a daze. I glanced over and saw a woman that couldn't be much older than me in a nurse's uniform, she wore a medical belt that I could see held glass vials filled with a blue liquid.
She caught my stare, she flashed me a pearly white smile as she chimed sweetly, "These are sedatives, but because you've been doing so good for the last few days here I doubt I'll need to use them. They're just for in case emergencies."
Jeff the Killer x Reader - Left Alone (Part 9)Jeff the Killer x Reader - Left Alone (Part 9)
[(f/n)= First name,(e/c)= Eye color,(h/c)= Hair color,(h/l)= Hair length,(f/c)=favorite color, (y/h)=your hometown. You get the drill.
You’re sixteen years old]
2 months later. . .
. . .Where am I? What time is it? What are they going to do to (Y/N)? Where is (Y/N)? Oh why did she have to come? Why. . .Why couldn’t she have just died a long time ago? Why did I have to like her? Why didn’t I kill her?
Offenderman was kind to you and your friends for two months. Able to spend as much time as you wanted, but you had to stay within the boundaries of Offenderman’s hidden cave house. Whenever one of the Slender brothers came over, you all had to hide. However, you were certain they were all on their way to kill you and your friends. Liu and Natalie had gotten closer and were now officially
Foxs Wedding - Prologue -The days of the past in Japan are not clear.
Either before, or more like, during the strife.
At the time, it was said that Yokai are like humans but not in this case, according to witnesses.
However, the truth is not clear.
They were worshiped as Gods or monsters in Japan. But not yet, this happens later.
As such this was daily life.
This is a story that occurred in castle town during a certain era.
A certain warlord reigned in a single castle.
The warlord's castle was incredibly strong, he was never targeted while at the castle.
However, humans built Castle Town, the town where the incident of a mass slaughter happened.
Most of the humans that where found where in a incomplete tragic state.
80% of the inhabitants of that town where missing.
It is frightening to think that it had happened over night.
What is more amazing is that more livestock was found rather than human beings.
So what exactly happened in this town?
A dawn of a still chilly spring.
The faint smell of straw in t
In Harms Way: Chapter 1The light shone through when Troy opened the back of the truck nudging Clementine and Sarah back in with us. I yawned and laid my head back against the hard wall. This was so shitty. I groaned as Troy slammed the shutters back down again. The noise was hurting my head, I already had a bad headache. The truck started back up again and it was a really bumpy ride. We were all really silent, I guess we didn't know what today, until Kenny broke the silence.
"Alright come on, we gotta do something, anyone got anything sharp? Anyone?" He asked.
"Clem, Leah help me get these off, look for anything sharp!"
"And what good is that gonna do?" Rebecca glared at Kenny.
"What the fuck is wrong with you people? We gotta get out of here!"
"Kenny you have to keep a level head." Carlos warned him.
Whilst the group continued on to argue about how Carver was some sort of... psychopath I took a look around the small space, looking for something that could help. My eyes then caught a broken piece
Jeff the Killer x Reader - Insanity at its Best 2
Jeff shifted slightly against the warm object he had his chest propped up against and nuzzled his nose into the soft fabric that tickled his leather-like skin, a satisfied sigh escaping his mouth as he removed his face from the object blocking the sunlight from his eyes that were unable to close. Jeff looked around sleepily and his eyes widened immensely as he found himself spooning the (male/female) that had helped him escape the previous day, the (man/woman)’s mask tilted upwards so (his/her) mouth was viewable.
“THE FUCK?!” Jeff shouted and fell backwards, waking the (male/woman) in the process. JK grunted lightly before sitting up and adjusting (his/her) mask over (his/her) face, (his/her) (h/l) (h/c) entwined with the bark they had been laying against on the forestry floor. Jeff tilted his head quizzically as he looked at their surroundings, “Since when were we in a forest?”
JK groaned in annoyance as one of (her/his) hands ran through (his/her) hair,
School Cheesecake and Blood (Cpt:2) Ace's story I sat down at my desk writing down what the teacher put on the board tuning out the other students as I wrote, my writing speed in sync with my teachers who admires how well I work but that's all she likes about me, I once herd her say I was like a living zombie, ever actually happy. witch is not true, monsters all monsters!.
I got up and walked out of class heading home, I walked along the road not wanting to talk, and I also wanted to buy something sweet, I walked into the closest bakery and looked through the glass at the examples of sweets they had there smiling mentally when I came across a new flavor of cheesecake they had out so I stood up looking at the person behind the counter and asked in the most up beat voice I could but came out sounding frustrated "can I have the strawberry today miss ??" I came here often to order the new flavors of treats they had, never thought they'd sell cheesecake here, let alone strawberry, she nodded leaving me to wait for my cake.
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...
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