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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
Monster Club (Chapter 21)
The next day had been almost as fun as the first day. Abraham’s mind was still wandering back to the night before, after hearing Tamil’s story and seeing Asher kiss Calypso. It had been an amazing experience getting to mingle and feel a part of the Monster Club. It felt like they were becoming more than just a group of people he was living with. He cared about each of them and began to learn about them all…they were becoming more than friends…more like a family. And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was…not quite true either. How could they be family if he was so normal and plain. All of them contributed to the club and did something to keep it functioning. However, Abraham could do so little. Here he sat in the sand, near the umbrella, watching all the others running, swimming, and laughing.
“Something on your mind?” Abraham turned to see the little girl, Ashley. Asher was still weakened by the sun, and to conserve his own
The Rotting Man (Part 4) "Man, what's taking him so long?" I complained, looking up towards the stairwell we came from earlier.
"I don't know," Seth replied, looking at his watch. "Let's go upstairs and tell him to hurry up."
"Right," Alaina said, "let's go then."
But as soon as we stepped on the first steps on the stairwell, Alaina heard something that made her stop. "Hold up, guys," she whispered,
her hand blocking us from proceeding. "Hear that?"
"Heheheheheheheheheheheheh," a faint cackling voice came from upstairs, followed by a faint skittering noise, and we stood there, numb with shock and surprise, until the noise became inaudible.
"Oh my god," I whispered. "He's real."
"Did you guys hear that?" Seth spoke up, his face clearly excited by the turn of events. "I knew it! I knew the Rotting Man's real! Guys, this is so cool!"
"You idiot!" Alaina exclaimed. "If he's real, that means Jamal's in dan
Halloween Hell - Part 2A shriek echoed as the front door was ripped open from the inside. James yelled and jumped back from the door, bumping into Heather and sending both of them tumbling down the steps. Still squinting from the flash, Tess caught a glimpse of a misshapen creature dart out from inside the house. A high pitched squeal that sounded a lot like a laugh emerged from its throat, and it seized Tess by the arm and yanked her over the threshold.
"No!" Rob roared, reaching for her, but the door slammed shut. "Tess!"
The inside of the house was pitch black, and the creature released her arm. Tess opened her mouth to scream, but all that came out was a startled yelp when she felt a sharp pain in her thigh.
"What's happening?!" she cried. "What do you want?!"
Then the drug kicked in, and she crumpled to the floor.
The creature grunted excitedly and began to drag her through the house, down to the basement where his master was waiting.
"What the hell?! Where's Tess?!" Heather looked around wild
Creepypasta and Youtubers x reader (child)---Creepypasta and Youtuber x reader (child,insane) part 3---
"Hey kid, bring me 2 bottle of wine! it's in the refrigerator" uncle ordered. "Yes uncle..." I mumbled and took out the bottles of wine and gave it to my lazy uncle. "Thanks kid, now run along somewhere else, I don't need you now" said that while waving his hand trying to make me go away. Then I walked away from my uncle, and went outside to get some fresh air.
"Hey look! There's an ugly kid right there!" a group of boys shouting and pointing at me.
As they mocking you, hitting you and kicking you... you fainted. (And you were sent to the pokemon center... wait, what? WRONG STORY!!!)
-Few hours later-
You wake up inside a trash can (Hey, you're still a kid/child... you fit inside perfectly). You get out and climbed out of the trash can and fell to the ground. (Fully beat up)
You got scratches, cuts... but you don't mind it at all. You just walked home and stayed a
All gone part onePrologue: The end, over and over again.
I write these notes in hopes that someone will find these and understand what it was like for us...to know what the days before the infection. The focus of my last few notes have been the infection and the time in between the first cases and the time of writing...all that time…
It was ten years...it’s really been ten years. It gets hard to keep track when everyday blends into a mixture of fear and hunger. It could have been longer for all I know, but my case is that it’s been a long time. I live in a world that many people define as either hell on earth, or simply the apocalypse. People died in the thousands on day one, the millions in a week. In a month it was easier to keep track of those alive and then...nothing. No broadcasts, no notices from the quarantine zones...nothing. Just silence.
The military left us to die, abandoning us to the hoards of undead coming at the walls. First stage was
Stalked: Games We Play P11Wary of moving any further than the relative safety of the entrance, you toss what remains of your minuscule, bloodied glass shard into a corner. The noise it makes would be almost imperceptible under normal conditions, but in this silent space, it is enough.
You wait anxiously as the seconds tick by, waiting for an indication of your opponent's approach. Has he even taken the bait? From what you've seen, he is an intelligent individual, and if he is receiving instructions from someone presumably monitoring you on hidden security cameras...
A shadow swells behind the tarp, and you keep your sigh of relief locked in your chest. His heavy footfalls zero in on the source of the noise, while you stand frozen no more than a few inches away. If he notices you, you're dead. There is no avoiding that. And you doubt that he's going to make it swift and painless, considering all that has transpired.
The room fills with a sharp whining as his ice axe cleaves through the tarp. Seemingly expecting
Band RPWe all have our favorite bands right? Ok, that was a stupid question. Anyways, to the point, I am willing to do a band rp with anyone who wants too. Just pick your favorite band member(s) and I will rp them for you. It can be smut (I am best at smut) or fluff or whatever your heart desires. We can discuss more details if you comment or note about this rp request, but I rp third person paragraph. Below are just suggestions of what I rp BEST as, but I can get out of my comfort zone.
Bands I RP best as:
Hollywood Undead (Danny, Da Kurlzz, J3T, and Deuce)
Pierce the Veil (Tony Perry, Vic Fuentes, Jaime Preciado)
My Chemical Romance (Gerard Way, Frank Lero)
Crown the Empire (Andrew Velasquez, David Escamilla)
Falling in Reverse (Ronnie Radke, Jacky Vincent, Ryan Seaman)
Nine Lives (Deuce, B-Lay, Truth, Yuma)
Those are just bands I can think of from the top of my head. If you don't know or like or listen to them, then tell me your band member(s) or musician(s) you want me to rp, and I'll see
Dance Of The Dead Faeries (One)The soft sound of a music box was heard. A blurred figure was twirling slowly, a sparkling white flowing. The music was calming, and yet, at the same time, it frightened her. She wanted it to go away, and then it distorted, and became faint. The figure stopped twirling, the image becoming even blurrier than it already was. And then she snapped back to reality.
Fiona blinked, and stared at the road in front of her. She chuckled, as it was amusing to her how lucky she was. She had been drifting into strange dreams like that often recently, but this was the first time it had happened while she was driving. Though this road kept going straight, and felt like it was leading nowhere.
She sighed. Perhaps it was a mistake coming all the way out here. She thought about it, and could not actually remember why she decided to come all the way out here.
Because you needed to get away. "...Oh, I did, didn't I?" she sighed. Yes, she had to get away, far away. Her sister, Victoria, died only a
Michaels killer accomplice part 27He was ready about thirty minutes early. The young dragon was pissed, vowing revenge on his enemies for Michael and because of the new scar that he slighly grazed with his hand. "What're you waiting for McRea!? Get on the horse and let's go!" Kalli was really authorative. Shadow seemed to hesitate a bit, but finally decided to get on the horse. Unfortunately they did not know where to look for Michael. "I think we should head North, Shadow." He shook his head. "Nyet... our comrade went South. Look at the tracks." She noticed them, instantly agreeing with her friend. They darted off at lightning speed. Their search and rescue had begun.
Michael: Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! What the hell was I thinking?! I shoulda listened and told her! My anger has gotten me into a horrible mess that I may never recover from! Poor girl has probably been captured by now and it's my fault! I may never see her again! I've gotta get outta here!
The young but yet old serial killer was locked in a
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...
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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