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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
Look After Me, BrotherSummary: Michelangelo has grown up. It only took the zombie apocalypse and the loss of a brother to give him the strength to do what is necessary. One Shot. 2k12 Nick 'verse.
Rated: T - Tragedy/Horror - Words: 3,817
'A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.' –Steward Alsop
The wheels wobbled across the cracked concrete, spraying grit. Rattling and jiggling as he popped over the curb, sliding along the edge for a moment before kicking off again into the gravel-strewn street, just outside the storm drain, weaving around pot holes; hands over his head, palms resting on the top of it. Behind him four dogs chased, tongues wagging and feet galloping with untrimmed nails clacking along with the noise of the skateboard.
Mikey glanced behind himself and laughed, a genuine, teasing sound, without malice. He
Fantasy Films Adventures - Red Waters (1)
Summer is that time of the year when the days are long and hot and the nights are short and cool. This year, the nights were strangely cold. On Manhattan Beach Park in Brooklyn, New York, a young college couple, named Jane Collins and Jack Harrison were lying on their backs in the bed of a pickup truck. They guzzled down bottled iced tea and gazed up at the stars, and then Jane had a different idea.
“Jack, com’n!” said Jane as she sat up. “Let’s go swimming!” She starting tugging on Jack’s arm and pulling him up.
“Pass!” Jack replied while resisting. “It’s too cold and I didn’t pack a suit.”
“Oh, you’re such a wimp!” Jane shouted.
She let go of Jack’s arm, and then she took off her jacket, shirt and jeans, revealing a skimpy bathing suit. Jack just laughed and slumped onto his back while Jane ran straight for the water. She dove in
SHFPCAL:Ch 8- Home at lastMy mind felt so bleak, so empty without being able to feel Pandora's presence at all. I walked a couple of steps before I hear footsteps come running towards me. I spun around and looked at the incomer, it was SK.
"Hey, you going to be okay?" She asked as she stopped in front of me.
"Ye-yeah, I-I'm going t-to our r-room...Masky's up th-there wa-waiting for m-me," I stuttered. My stutter felt like it was getting worse, which annoyed me slightly.
"Oh, well, I guess I'll avoid going up there, huh," She smirked and winked. She must have thought Tim and I were going to do the deed or something as she winked. "I gotta go find my boyfriend," She laughed as her glance tipped to the side as she looked past me. I glanced back and saw a guy with shaggy brown hair, who was wearing a light blue button up top and white pants. I glanced back at SK, who was now smiling like a happy school girl. "I'll catch back up with you later," She said then took off towards the guy. I just watch as the two walked
Stitches (Creepy Pasta Original Story) Part 1 Stitches... that's what people call me now, but before I was stitches I was an actual human girl. I had friends, I had a family, it was pretty much the perfect life. Yeah I know what you're thinking. "Jeez lady does every story have to start of so stupidly?" Pretty much. Except it was that perfect life that caused this mess, and now I'm going to tell you why I crave the sweet taste of blood.
It was sometime in October. We were all at school eating our lunches in the cafeteria when my friend, Destiny, decided that the five of us friends, me, Chris, Eric, Lea, and herself, were going to have a movie night at her house. I accepted of course, but felt a bit empty inside being as though Destiny and Eric where dating and Lea and Chris where dating. I was the odd ball who was, of course, dateless.
That afternoon when school got out I walked
TFP: Escapism - Chapter 5Chapter 5
The blue mech stopped in his tracks and turned around, his spark freezing when he saw Knock Out walking towards him, his EM field flaring in anger. He swallowed and tried to smile. “Hey, what’s up?”
The red mech scowled. “We need to talk.”
He didn’t have enough time to ask what the problem was before the medic started shouting. “I saw you! You and that Vehicon!” He snarled, wagging a finger and his lips curled into a snarl “What were you talking about? What could have been so important that you had to go behind my back and talk to a lowly drone!?”
A sudden look of horror came across the smaller mech’s face, before it returned to the snarl. “You’re not FRAGGING him, are you!?”
Breakdown flinched at each word, trying to placate Knock Out with a hand gesture. “No, it’s not that at all Knock Out.” He
Family :Di'm making an family :3
ask to join please
me/predator me/xeno me
my sexy xeno girlfriend who is very hot *mouth drools*
my little sis
the metal sister ...
little xeno brother
Project S - PrologueBlack Rose HQ
Testing Chamber #3
The unsaturated, industrial gray of the walls and the ceiling were the first thing Allen saw when he opened his eyes. His vision was too blurry, so he could barely make out anything else aside from these boundaries of the cold, metallic room he was in.
('What is this place...?') he thought, trying to surpress a headache while at the same time attempting to focus his vision. After an uncomforting silence, he noticed that a shadowy figure was standing in front of him, smiling down at him intimidatingly. It's sudden appearance startled the vampire, which made him want to back off quickly. Alas, in the very same second he realized he was strapped to a table. The figure couldn't help but laugh quietly at the young vampire's hopeless efforts.
"Finally awake, kid?" he said in a slightly mocking voice, "We really should take note of the amount of narcotics we use on you, because damn, you took your time being out cold, ya know?"
"Matt, who the hell are
The Bloody End Chapter 8Wise Words
"So didya hear? That's another person gone missing now!"
"Yeah! It's a growing list!"
"It's so weird. I'm starting to get scared walking alone at nights now!"
"...Is something wrong?"
Leah peers over at me, with a confused and concerned expression on her face. It's taken her this long to notice my depressive demeanour and monotone answers. I can't help it. After last night my head's in a mess and I'm all muddled and confused. I really wanted to just stay cooped up in the house all day until work but me and Leah made this lunch date ages ago, and with our usual clashing work hours now, it's almost impossible for us to have a good catch up so there was no way I was backing out of it.
"Yeah....sorry, I'm fine. Just a bit tired. Had a bad dream last night."
"A bad dream?"
A bloody nightmare, I think to myself and nod at Leah. She sips her milkshake, eyebrow raised at me.
"What is it with you and nightmares? You seem to get them co
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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