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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
The Game of Life: Part OneWhen Inez Saarela awoke, she had a headache worse than any hangover she had ever experienced, and she had quite the large amount of memories devoted purely to the pounding, piercing pain that now thudded between her eyes. The punk groaned, lifting her head up off the metal and canvas cot she had been laid out upon. She commanded her eyelids to open, even if they felt as if bricks had been chained to the thin skin covering her eyes. When she finally managed to pry them open, her pupils constricted and dialated in panic. This was not her room, or anywhere else near the asylum for that matter. The bedroom, or more appropriately, the cell she now resided in was cold and uninviting. Whatever wasn't construed of hard concrete was frigid steel or uncomfortably scratchy canvas. There was a rectangular seam in the wall, most likely purposed for sending food, water and clean clothing to the inmates. A television was perched far up and to the right of the disoriented proxy, the screen blac
Hell...O...Hello~ part 6h-hello... hell...o... hello?
what happened to me? I don't remember anything... why everything is covered in blood? It makes me more hungry... My throat hurts, I screamed? I found that here was little cockroach... and I ate him...
I don't know how long I'm here... But this place is still very dark... I don't see anything... But I feel everything... I feel cold breath on my back... funny... in Hell everybody have warm breath... I don't want turn and see what is behind me... please... please... I wish it's only nightmare... I promise I'll be good boy but make it stop... I'm so afraid... maybe I'm coward... Everybody telling me that I am...
but I'm not shadows trapped here....
|| Luke and Jade || Jade's Death ||Luke and Jade scenes from episode 4 - 5
"Quick!" I yelled, stumbling towards the gift shop. I turned back, Bonnie and Rebecca were gradually becoming faster as the walkers approached. Kenny and Mike weren't long behind us. "Clementine, come on!" I said as I nudged her onwards. We both ran up the old wooden stairs. Jane was here, she should've opened this place up by now, as Clementine and I turned to enter the gift shop I swear I could feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. I felt affixed in place as I saw Luke and Jane, "That's about as human as I've felt in a long time, I almost forgot-" Luke whirled around as soon as he saw me and Clem. "Clementine- Jade! I- Jesus it's not-!" Luke mumbled in a panic.
"What's going on?" Clementine asked.
As the rest of the group hurried in, Kenny's voice was what snapped me out of my daze. "What the fuck are you two doing up here?!" Luke stood up, nervously scratching his neck, "Kenny! What's going on?" He asked, pretending as if nothing
Hell...O...Hello~ part 7hiiiiiellllloooooo~
I ammmm liiiitle gooooood boyiiiiiiiiiii...
taaaaaakeeee meeee ouuuuuuttttoooooffffffff heeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr-rrre...
rrrrrrr.... rrrrr... rrrrrrrrrr...
ma-masterrrrrr! Come hhhhhhhhiiiiiiiere!!!
youuuu don't looooooove me~? AHAHAHAHA~?
The Bloody End Chapter 13Always
I'm standing alone in the darkness. Everything is silent and time seems to have frozen along with everything else. I feel cold. I felt lost, isolated, and empty. The only sign of movement is a light sweep of smoke that fills the air and swirls round me. Everything feels dead and gone and I feel like I'm stranded in some sort of abandoned place that's been forgotten about.
I call out but my voice sounds eerily high pitched and mouse like, making me shudder as I hear it echoing further into the distance. I open my mouth again but choke on the dampness that consumes me. And it's after my final cough and intake of breath, I hear it. Footsteps. Coming towards me. I should be afraid. I should run. But I'm not. I don't.
I know what's next.
My heart thumps like mad as soon as the white hoodie comes into view, just like it always does. No knife in his hand, no blood or traces of human remains. Just me, him and literally nothing else in the world. He smiles at me, surprisingly sw
Yandere~ 'I'll Kill You, Because I Love You'
"It's how I show that I love you."
"You've been bad, so you must be punished; it's how I show that I care."
"If I didn't care, I wouldn't hurt you to show you that you've done wrong."
"I love you so much; that's why you must be punished for what you did."
Each night, another line like that came from her father's lips. Saying she had done something bad, and had to be punished for it, because he loved her and wanted to teach her right from wrong. Why so hard? Why so much? Why so long? Hours would go by of being kicked, slapped, punched, beaten and whipped by a belt, randomly having her face bashed into something and then nearly being drowned. Her body was covered in bruises and scars; but her mental state and heart suffered the worst scars and bruising. She cried every night.
The little blond girl who was no more than 7 or 8 was grabbed again by her hair and flung into her bed by her much bigger and stronger blond father.
"You were bad again Abigail." He huffed, "I'm only doing this beca
Akemi's Diary Page 3Chapter 1: Leaving Home
Diary Entry 3: December 31, 2014
I am so very sorry about this I have been busy for the last two weeks helping my Mom and Daddy get everything packed up and ready to be sent over seas to our new home. I have just finished pack up my room and my Mother said I could do whatever I wanted to I decided to write another entry into my diary. However there really isn't anything of consequence that I felt to put down except that I have this really weird feeling that I can't seem to shake. Its like I am being watched or something. Whatever the case I think I will take a look at those photos my Mother had taken of our new Home. I pulled them out my backpack I had put them so I could carry them with me when we left as I wanted to study the pictures as much as possible.
I realize I didn't mention that usually we do celebrate Christmas but
The Night Angel (Chapter 13)
“You’re…you’re WHO!?” I cried in shock. He didn’t answer but looked around us, as if he was expecting more vampires…or something worse to come out. “Are you really him?”
“Yeah, I’m Joshua…now we need to move. Where’s your car?” He demanded.
“I came on a motorcycle, but before we go, I have questions you ne-”
“No time.” Joshua barked. “Kirai, buckle up kiddo, we’re heading to base!” The little girl from earlier nodded and dashed for the convertible not far away. He then turned back to me and shoved me toward my motorcycle. “Get on and follow us, understand?”
“Yes, but…what about-”
“We’ll have time for that later! For now, get your ass on the bike and let’s go! If you’re here, then that means the Blood Brothers aren’t far behind.”
“The who?” I demanded.
“A gang of vampires who
Streets of Paper (bxb) ~ Prologue~
- Prologue -
When he woke up this morning, pushing the sheets off of him and running downstairs to eat his cereal, all he was thinking about was going out to ride bikes with Oliver. His mother raised an eyebrow at him, who didn’t even say good morning as he practically threw the bowl inside the sink and dashed to his room again to get dressed. His sister yelling at him from the stairs, since he had bumped into her sleepy self. "Sorry boogerzilla!" He yelled from his room and slammed the door close with a Bang. "Preparing for lift off!!--" The 12 year old boy took impulse and dashed to his bed, running to it and flipping to do a cartwheel. "AND! BOOM THE SPACESHIP HAS SHOT INTO SPACE! THE CROWD CHEERING AND WAVING! HAAAAAAAAAAA!!" he imitated the sound of a roaring crowd as he ran to his closet and grabbed his thick, outer rim glasses. Chester pushed the doors open and grabbed whatever he could find in the disorganized pile of clothes he had on the bottom o
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...
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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