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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
Alphonse (creepypasta story)
When I woke up I was in that little white room, it was completely empty It's been months or years or centuries I do not even know why I'm here. I wonder what there is behind the white room. I could not guess I do not remember anything. I have this hatred and this madness that torments my mind. I need an answer. Suddenly, I hear a small voice. It said:
-Alphonse! Answer me! Are you here?!
Who is Alphonse? Who is this person calling? I'm sick of all these questions I want out of here! I pushed and I struck the door and I'm screaming by the rage . Suddenly I hear noises that resemble me then the voice said
-Alphonse is that you?
Someone knocked on the door and the little voice yelled:
-Alphonse answer ! Me big brother!
I was going to talk but another much more serious voice interrupts me:
-What are you doing here kid? This is not a place for childrens!
-But Sir, I was talking to my brother Alphonse!
-Your big brother is not able to ans
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
Strive To Kill Chapter 2 The sun slowly rose above the trees of the dense forest in the cool November morning. Catherine was either awake first or last, but this morning she woke up quite early. She was up carving more arrows for her crossbow, the most effective weapon in their situation. The ammunition was usually reusable, it was an accurate weapon, and more importantly, it was quiet. Loud noises alert walkers immediately of your whereabouts. Catherine's hands started to cramp up after she made a third arrow so she left her supplies in her tent and left a note saying 'I'm going to scout out the area and take down any walkers near the camp.' On the outside of her tent. Taking nothing but a couple of long knives and a pistol with two extra clips, she left the camp.
K woke up almost immediately after Catherine left, he stretched and yawned and crawled out of his tent and was blinded by the morning Sun. Curious, he looked to Catherine's tent, the thirteen year old had left a note. He
In Harms Way: Chapter 2The woman opened a door and pushed me and Clementine inside. "Go on inside, Bonnie's waitin'."
"Oh thanks Tavia but I only need one helper, there aint much work to do here." Bonnie smiled.
"Well okay. Leah, you come with me." Tavia said.
I looked at Clementine and then back at the door and walked out. "Where am I going?" I asked.
"I'll take you on up to the green house, you're lucky you'll be getting a short break before you start working up there." Tavia said.
Tavia took me up to the roof top and told me to go inside of the green house and she left. I walked inside and took a look around, there was plants lines up on all the tables. It smelled nice and fresh. I could then hear soft whimpering from inside the room. I turned around to see Sarah on the floor, hugging her legs.
"Sarah..." I said as I walked over to her, kneeling down in front of her, "Are you okay?" I asked.
"My dad has never hit me before...." She said as she placed her hand on her cheek.
I had no idea what to say, I jus
VoidHow long does it take for the dreamer to realize that the dream can never be? My life spins in an endless void, going deeper downward into an unknown world. What can I do to stop this paradox that I’m force to dance with? There is nothing here to see, nothing here to hear, nothing here to grasp. Falling downward, when will it end? My mind is buzzing with insane tired thoughts, making me want to close my eyes and sleep by-and-by.
Wake me when this torment ends, wake me and tell me I’m still alive. The endless sleep is here, pulling into the ethereal void. Where is the light that is bound to those whose soul seeks to find escape? No one can hear me in this place, I can only beg for someone to save me. I know I’ve been here before, the place so endless and constant, tormenting the mind through this bottomless pit.
The fathomless agony that hounds those who venture through, oft lose their memories by casting them from their ingenious minds; discarding them aside for
The Bloody End Chapter 3Scarcely Breathing
Don't worry, its not that ironic. I'm not a new kid with a brother who's been sent to juvey for something I did, and are going to some young child's birthday party as a good samaritan when secretly I have thoughts and ideas to kill. However I did have the urge to wear a white hoodie with black trousers just for the fun of it, but my mum told me I had to wear something a bit more colourful since it was a bright summer's day and it was a BBQ. Anyway, it's my cousin Eric's 8th birthday so I don't really get a choice but to tag along. Not really my ideal way of spending my day off. I sit groaning about it in my pastel pink shirt and denim shorts in the car but mum just tells me to stop being so stupid. I just hope there's some alcohol on the scene because if I'm going to get through this day alive, I'm going to need it.
We pull up at my Auntie's house, we do the happy family smiling, "Happy Birthday, Eric, here's your gift. You're getting to be a big boy now" rout
The Haunting: Part 1"I thought maybe this would be something you'd enjoy looking into--it's not like there isn't some historical value to the place."
"I get that, Sabrina. What I'm wondering about is why all the mystery? You act like it's some big secret." I honestly didn't know what to expect when she came to me saying she had a 'big surprise' for me. Sabrina had an odd definition of the term 'big surprise'. Sometimes it meant a new phonograph for my birthday and sometimes it meant...well, this. Looking up at the building, what had been ominously labeled 'The Corbitt House', I could understand why the mystery. If I had seen a photo of the place before hand, I probably would have passed on the whole thing.
"Besides, it's atmospheric and I hear there's some old furniture left in here that you're free to take on top of the pay."
I noticed that she wasn't really moving from the spot either. None of us had since we approached the gate leading up the dilapidated old homestead. I looked back to Albert who hadn'
Strive To Kill Chapter 1 He was tall, muscular, and handsome. His dark brown hair was messy any time of the day. All of the girls swooned when he walked passed them, but he never felt comfortable with any girl that loved him only for his well put together face. He knew Catherine, the bravest of the group, the one willing to shoot just about anyone in the head if they were bit. "If they're bit, they're already dead..." she would say.
He liked that about her, she was kind of... emotionless at this point. He had seen her laugh, he had seen her yelling in anger, but yet had he seen her cry. In fact, no one in the group had seen her cry. Not since she had to kill her own parents when they were bit. Never had she seen a more horrific sight, and she never will. Nothing affected her anymore, she killed her best friend two weeks ago without hesitating to pull the trigger on the freshly turned walker. "It's not her anymore..." she said that right before pulling the trigger. After that, she sl
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...
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
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