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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 3: Where are we?
It was very dark. Germany opened his eyes slowly. He noticed, that Italy lay down next to him unconsciousely. Germany saw him breathing and he thought: >Fortunately he is by my side.< Germany stood up and he needed some time untill he can look around with full contemplation.
It was clear: They were in a japanese classroom. There were two slidedoors and the wall was built in japanese style. The desks were just for one student. But how did they get there and where are the others? The building must be old: Everything was dusty and many things were destroyed. But the most decisive thing was that the ground was torn apart at many patches.
>England has much to do with Magic. I think that is why we got here... Hmm, it's too dark to barely see anything.< Germany walked to the windows. Not even one source of light seemed to illumines outside. Germany knocked at the window as he saw that they were basically painted on the wall. "No way! What is happening here? I must find out!"
Evil Terror: The Undead Cult - Prologue
September third, two-thousand seven. It was a typical sunny day in Pennsylvania and things seemed to be the way they were supposed to. Children enjoying the weather below the clouds, parents chattering among the patio. However, dark secrets surrounding this “peaceful” circle have yet to be unveiled. There were news and rumors of civilians being torn to shreds, as news reporters say on the papers and television. Some people believed it, and most didn’t. The ones that truly cared for their loved ones eventually secluded themselves away from the state, but the ones that didn’t would eventually regret it.
One peaceful family is living their lives off "normally" just like the other skeptics. As they picnic on their hundreds of acres of land, they hear a storm approaching. They begin to think that it is normal, but eventually the parents remember one thing: there was not supposed to be a storm that day. The father runs back into the house to check the radio. As he cra
S I C K . (A Slenderman Story) - Chapter 10
Blood caked to Margot's messy brown hair as the camera stayed on her. It must have remained recording while Dianne and her mother lay there unconscious... Or uncouncious and dead. Dianne hoped for the latter. She fast forwarded through the video, which remained still for quite some time. The footage up to that point was too distorted to show anything, even when Dianne had recorded the boy attacking her mother. There was no evidence to show police. Movement in the camera frame made Dianne hit play. The cracks created during the assault made it hard to see anything with much detail, but she could see someone's feet walk up to the camera and pick it up, showing the masked girl. She posted it down at the unmoving Dianne and her mother, and quickly turned to look at the entrance to the tunnel. He stood there, staring at her without eyes.
The masked girl took a couple if steps back before coughing hard, and turning to run. As she turned
Poppy Greene: Chapter 3 [Those Who Arrive Survive]The Walking Dead
POV: Poppy Greene
Character: Original Character
“Seriously? Your accent is way stronger than mine!” I laughed.
Me and Eugene were arguing about which one of us had the strongest accent. Eugene’s accent was the strongest one I’ve heard in a while, definitely stronger than mine anyway.
“I beg to differ.”
“Oh come on, you’re just lyin’ now.”
Our argument went on for roughly another fifteen minutes, it seems that we were both quite stubborn and didn’t want to admit when we were wrong, the only difference was that I was actually right.
My legs were really starting to ache with all this walking, and listening to Eugene ramble on about dinosaurs wasn’t making things any better. I gotta admit, he was a laugh, I mean, I’ve not once had a conversation with someone about dinosaurs throughout this mess. Along the railroad tracks I scanned the ground as I kept walking, my eye caught a p
The House Made of Flesh - PrologueWe were arriving at our new home. My father had told me a lot about it. It was an old mansion like building in the middle of nowhere. There were no trees or even grass, just loose sand and the road to the nearby town and maybe a few dry bushes here and there. My dad looked at me over his shoulder and asked to get out of the car.
It was cold outside. I missed the birds singing in the trees. I saw my parents walk into the house. I stood there near the car and pushed my hands into my pockets. I was still upset about the whole thing because I hated new places. There was even an empty sign close by which I stared at till my dad came back and dragged me and my stuff to the house.
“Don’t worry you’ll get used to this place in no time”, dad said.
“I’m not so sure. When does the school start?” I asked.
“Soon, but don’t worry about it right now. Just help us with putting things into the right places.”
I held my breath and asked where my
The Prodigy ch 26"What can I do for you?" The bartender asked.
Kotchiro slammed a piece of paper on the table "I'm looking for this area." The map showed a mountainous terrain, and a water fall.
The bartender leaned in "not here, meet me out back in an hour."
Kotchiro, an the rest sat waiting in the back. Things hadn't gone well for them. Over the past two years Dracon, and his forces had conquered the United States. He subdued the people with fear, and the threat of releasing "it". Kotchiro now had a scar over his left eye from an encounter with one of his battalions. Everyone kept cowls on to conceal their identities, however Kotchiro was the only one who actually had a bounty on his head.
The bartender walked out of the bar, and stood by them "The location is up to the north, if you see an old train you've gone to far."
"Let's go Kotchiro." Robin said pulling his arm.
"I think it's time you all went back."
"What!?" They said in unison.
"You can still live your lives, I'm the one who
VenganzaEn su pequeña ciudad la gente no era ferviente seguidora de decorar sus casas y calles de manera estrafalaria cuando se acercaba una festividad. Algunas incluso pasaban casi inadvertidas de no ser por la decoración obligatoria que realizaba el Ayuntamiento en avenidas y edificios públicos; fuera de eso, las casas se adornaban de un modo tan sencillo que hasta la decoración de Halloween podía permanecer hasta abril y parecería algo propio de la casa. Por eso fue que Daniel se sorprendió en cuanto vio todo el colorido con que anunciaban la navidad, con los árboles del camellón envueltos en redes de luces. Sabía que era normal esa clase de decoración, pero nunca había tenido oportunidad de estar ahí en esas fechas. Esta era la primera vez que se enfrentaba ante tal colorido. Figuras de Santa Claus, renos, duendes y trineos se veían de un lado a otro. Pronto su asombro pasó a convertirs
Jeff the Killer X Reader - Lies Ch 7.
State of Endless Wasteland
Earl sent the beautiful rays of sunshine down to my face, as always. But this time, I didn't wake up alone. When I opened my eyes I flinched a bit, but seeing the familiar person in front of me, I relaxed. Jeff was laying next to me, facing me and snoring gently. His chest rose and lowered in a slow rhythm, making him look so peaceful. I have never seen him sleeping so I'd never expected to see him wearing a black sleeping mask with a wet gauze behind it. Probably to moisten his eyes, I thought, and now that I had a chance, I decided to look at him further.
His skin was indeed as pale as a snow. And it looked like a fat layer of flour, but only if I looked really minutely. So the acid he was talking about probably stopped him from being burnt alive, but left an eternal trail on him. His pale hands along with the fingers were also covered with burnt acid. His fingers were long and they looked strong. It was like, if he didn't use the knife, he
March 14, 2001 “Academia et Scientiarum” Case 1
Pacem Police Department
[interrogator looks at camera]
[interrogator sits and reveals suspect with hands covering face]
[interrogator:]Hello Matt, I’m Detective Cassandra Ramirez, I’m here to ask you a few questions. Understand?
[interrogator:] Is your name Matthew Tredawney?
[interrogator:] Did you attend “Academia et Scientiarum”?
[interrogator:] Do you live in Pacem, Maine?
[interrogator:] Was Samantha Barnes your fiance?
[interrogator:] Do you know what happened March 8th between the hours of 5 pm and 4 am March 9?
[suspect:] Oh my god... oh my god. I... I don’t know. I don’t know what happened. That girl, poor poor girl, god. I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t want this to happen. I wasn’t in control. It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t...I
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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