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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
HetaCorpse Party - Chapter 4: Finding clues
The purple painted floor was barely to see. Too big, too many holes litter it.
"An exit must be downstairs.", meant Germany.
"Let us first pop in this classroom.", suggested Italy.
"We don't must go in there. We must go downstairs as fast as we can."
They went to the western stairway. The way to it wasn't very long.
"Just look, Doitsu!"
In the ground to the stairs gaped a big hole.
"It is too big to jump over, but when we find something like a plank then we could go over it.",Germany mumbled.
"No problem,vee~! I am sure here is definitely a plank from the floor laying around."
They went back. It was unconfortable to be in a building like this. Still they have so many friends here, that they will surely find one of them.
"Aaaah!", Italy screamed.
"What is it?" Germany turned around to his friend in shock.
"T...there in the classroom... I saw how scissors was thrown against the window to the floor."
"scissors..." Germany made a handsign that Italy should sit
The House Made of Flesh - Chapter 1
We had stayed in the house for about a week but I wasn’t still used to the awful smell. I knew now the place a lot better.
There was a cellar but it was off-limits because the door to it was stuck. Dad had tried to open it a few times, but he had gotten bored of it fast. There was enough space for all of our stuff so the cellar didn’t matter that much. Although I would’ve been interested to check it out in case there was something interesting.
I had started to feel a bit weird after staying in the house for awhile and the school was starting on next week. I was beginning to feel nervous already. We had no neighbors because of the desert surrounding us. There was no internet either. What a nightmare to a teenager! Sigh, but I needed to let it go.
The house had three floors to it: cellar-, ground- and the second floor. My parents were living in downstairs whereas I was most of the time upstairs playing games on my xbox or watching TV. The silence was really unusual, but
"Ok, I made up my mind what we are going to do." Melody stood up and looked at her bored friends "And what is that?" Anna asked. "We are going to the SlenderMan woods!" Melody yelled. "No." Louis spoke up. "Aw come on Louis! It will be fun." Melody glared at Louis. "So its fun to die?" She asked. "We're not going to die..there is no such thing as SlenderMan." Melody joked. "Then why go?" Louis crossed her arms. "Because, it's something to do. And they say there are these notes that are stuck to trees, and other places. I say we make a game out of it." Melody walked to her dresser and pulled on a jacket. Louis rolled her eyes, as she to stood up, "What are the rules?" She asked. "No rules, who ever gets more notes before the sun rises...wins." Melody smirked. They all followed Melody to the kitchen, she grabbed six flashlights. "Ok, no one gets an extra flashlight." Melody handed everyone one. "What if it stops working?" Adam asked. "Oh well."
TFP: Escapism - Chapter 3Chapter 3
Optimus wandered through the hallways of the Autobot base, the quiet hum of the ventilations and the buzz of the electricity running the base the only noise accompanying him. It had been a stressful time for everyone on the base with Breakdown among their ranks. It was understandable that Arcee would be livid at the concept, but she didn’t seem to understand the severity of the problem.
There was something wrong.
As he continued to walk around, trying to keep his steps quiet as to not wake anyone, a quiet sound caught his attention. It sounded like… a guitar?
Out of interest, the Prime started to follow the sound and raised an optic ridge when he found himself being drawn to the Medbay. Was Ratchet still up? And what was he doing?
His question was answered when he walked into the area, spotting the orange and white mech sitting down and reading something on a datapad. The source of the music was on his computer console
A Raven and a Writing Desk: Chapter 1Asking me to recount the tale of my insanity is like asking me to recite the entire Bible from memory: parts will end up changed and aspects will be omitted, although not purposefully. The trouble I have telling this story is that while I’m positive something horrible happened, I can’t truthfully discern which parts were real and which weren’t. I will share what I remember with as much accuracy as possible, but don’t hold me to it.
It all began on a dark and dreary December night in 2013. Rain and wind howled in the windows as frigid air leaked in through whatever crevice it could, winding through the stillness like a hunting snake ready to bite my sides and infect me with its cold poison. Typical Bellingham weather. I was used to it, after so many years, so it didn’t bother me.
I sat at my desk, which sat in my room, which sat in my rather secluded house on the outskirts of the city. I hunched over my paper as I scribbled upon it, movements neat and quick
The silence is not your friendIt was just another average day for Lucius Barker. Wake up, have a shower, get dressed, attempt to eat breakfast without throwing the bowl at the wall, take an early morning beating from his foster father, go to school, come back, have dinner, do homework then go to bed. Lucius was 16 almost 17 living with a foster family after his parents were shot when a bank robbery went horribly wrong. He himself had been in the bank with his parents at the time and saw the shooting happen. After that he refused to speak to anyone unless necessary. Refusing to speak got Lucius into trouble a lot in school mainly with boys and girls who picked on him. Another reason for the abuse he received both at home and in school was the fact he heard things. Voices to be exact. The voices in his head told Lucius to do things he didn’t want to do which resulted with him yelling for them to stop and to shut up. Today was the day everything went wrong for Lucius. He did his normal routine and waited for his
A Killing Obsession Chapter 5Tormented
I’m with my mum, currently standing in someone’s back garden. Looking round, I start to recognise it. The one I was in before with the same kids running around playing cowboys, the same groups of people nattering together and the same boy with the white hoodie. Jeffrey Woods.
Well, Jeff the Killer, the name I’m most accustomed to.
But…watching Jeff now, he doesn’t look like he has one ounce of “killer” in his body. He looks harmless. The last time I had seen him here he seemed dark, miserable, lost, confused, basically every negative emotion under the sun. Now he looks the total opposite of all those things. His brown hair is brushed back, his brown eyes are sparkling and he’s smiling and laughing. The little kids must have invited him to play “cowboys” with them and surprisingly Jeff agreed to join them, and even more surprisingly, he was having fun.
I can’t help but just stand there and stare at him. It
Where Nightmares Play - Epilogue“Two weeks ago, up-and-coming artist Janine Hyland vanished from her motel in Wallace, Idaho while touring for the first time. Her manager, Jack Cason, reports having last seen her on the walkway outside of their room with her friend Sophie Sahall. Miss Sahall told police that she Janine wanted to ‘enjoy the scenery’ for a little while longer the night they checked in, and never returned to their room. They discovered that she was missing the next morning. Their sound technician, Hamlet Tuson, stated that they were all supposed to have stayed the night and left the next morning for Plymouth, Minnesota. Search teams scoured the area but found only a small amount of blood. This blood with confirmed to belong to miss Hyland, but nothing else has been found. Stay tuned after the break to find out what the chief of police thinks of the situa-“
The television powered down as Jack pushed the power button on his remote. He
The House Made of Flesh - Chapter 2
“Do you still remember the days, when we were happy Celine? Your dad and I, we were happy. Do you remember? Celine, open this door, please. Can’t you hear me, or do I have to force this open? Is that what you want? Celine, darling, I love you. Please, I just want to see your face!”
I went to the kitchen in the middle of the night while my parents were still asleep. There were a lot of knifes there. I took the one dad had been sharpening while making diner. The house was quite but the floor made creaking noise as I took every step. Slowly and steadily I got out of the room. There was no light. It was black all around me.
I was in the hallway which led to the vestibule. I saw the walls around me, they were high and seemed to come closer in the dark. There was the strange smell again and my breathing became heavy, my legs were shaking as I was closer to the part I had been staring at before evening.
There was a crack or a short slash in the wall just above my
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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