GlitchGlitch by Marian-ette
She'd heard the word from Theodore Rhodes first.
Age eleven at the time, he'd been deeply engrossed in one of his more barbaric videogames when something odd happened: an object, not one of any obvious importance or appeal, had somehow wound up in the middle of his digital path. The brawny thug under his control had inspected the object, jumped on it, punched it, and finally shot at it several times before Theodore decided that the object was just an error, a mistake. A glitch.
And Glitch fancied herself just that.
But even now, as the approximate seventeen-year-old sat at the end of the table two years later, it was clear to her still that something was indeed wrong. For although the girl should have been obvious with her brightly-colored clothing and her friendly demeanor, the people with whom she sat seemed hardly aware of her presence.
There was an odd quiet that hung over the family of five as they a
CytotoxicityHe was alone, seemingly left to rot in the middle of the impenetrable forest of coniferous trees, expanding into disordered rows for as far as the eye can see. The figure sat in the middle of the trees, the invisible sun basking his skin in its warm light that was being filtered through the trees. He sighed contently as the warmth increased, a few birds floated by his vision. He closed eyes and rested, smiling as the water floated in a nearby stream over the black river rock.Cytotoxicity by TheAkula
His train of thought was not derailed as two men slowly entered the padded room towards the straight jacketed figure, one holding at small syringe of medication. Still the figure continued to stare out the window. "Derek?" said one of the men while spinning the syringe with practiced, calloused hands. The jacketed figure continued to stare out the window, unfazed by the nonphysical methods of getting his attention.
The scene shifted in his mind, morphing and warping him to a cave. The cool wind moaning slightly as
Warrior Cats: Regrets - PrologWarrior Cats: Regrets - Prolog by Yolly-anda
The stars were glittering with all their beauty above the moorlands. The night was silent with only the sounds of croaking frogs, singing crickets and the wind blowing across the grass. The atmosphere was peaceful near the twolegplace. A white kitten was seated behind a semi-closed window, the stars glimmering into her deep blue eyes. She inhaled deeply as she stood there, waiting for several minutes before finally standing up from her seat. Turning around she allowed her gaze to travel throughout the forest that stretched beyond her garden. The forest seemed motionless, as if time had stopped passing. But a rustle in the bushes slightly caught her attention. Her ears pricked as she looked with anticipation for the cause of the sudden noise. But as soon as the noise started, it ended. Disappointed, the white kit slowly jumped down, padding away from the light that shone through the glass.
Deep breathing was heard as a black shadow appeared from within a bush. Deep green eyes shifted ar