Glitch Fanart Novels & Stories

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The Strategy of the Glitch They ran to the back of the school property, where the woods met the fence. Elara pulled the yellow pixel out. It was growing, its light turning the surrounding grass into a vibrant, neon-green "Source-Texture." "Rhys said a 'Selfless-Glitch' would crash it," Elara said, looking at the pixel. "The Migration needs us to be 'Users.' It needs us to accept this world so it can use our brains as processors." "What are you going to do?" Julian asked, his voice shaking.

But Kate’s too fired-up to notice. Glitch is a video livestreaming app that she downloaded to her laptop, because once she actually went through a wannabe-online-streamer phase. It’s technically a livestreaming service but she changed the settings so it auto-archives any broadcast or, basically, any game for later viewing. Or at least for 10 days before being deleted. With luck, her video archive wouldn’t be zero. {Please God, don’t let it be zero.}

"Cranberry glitter glue. The holy grail of preschool warfare." An eyebrow twitched. Barely. But it was more reaction than she'd gotten yesterday. "I thought maybe we could do a little art therapy. Or just glue random objects to the scary wolves outside. Whatever works." No laugh. No smile. But the silence had shifted. The chair beside her scraped back. Not the angel. The other one. The always brooding demon of vengeance in black. Of course. He appeared like smoke—unannounced, uninvited, carrying gravity in his wake. He didn't speak at first. Just looked between them with a sharpness that felt like being dissected. His gaze dropped to the toast between them. Then to the glitter glue tube in h

They’re persistent on making him a player even online, sending all the flirtatious replies in Erric’s name. Thor opened Gossip’s built-in camera. It was the only way the app accepted any photo, sticking to its gossip principle of having no filters and edits. He snapped a candid picture of Erric from behind as he looked to the side, and typed the caption as he spoke it out loud. “Thirsty. Need something to drink.” The number on the corner of the Gossip button went up. Thor tapped it, leading him to Erric’s Gossips box, and saw the previews.

My eyes scan the portraits one by one, trying to find inspiration, when my eye travels to a corner I rarely venture to look at. I swallow. My eyes lock on the all-black painting. The only color is a pair of red glowing eyes. This. This image is of my nightmares. I was plagued for years with this image. I haven't thought of it in so long. A shiver shoots up my spine as I break my eye lock and return to my blank canvas. **** I painted for a bit, but decided I needed to ground myself a bit more. I head downtown to a little neighborhood I like to call Hallow Glen. I don't know why. I just like the way it sounds.

He said being with me made him sick. I tried breaking up, but he always came crawling back, acting as if he couldn't live without me. But now? I saw everything for what it was. I checked out Nicole's Instagram profile. Her latest post was a selfie taken with her male teammates, with a laptop in the background. The caption read, [Pulled an all-nighter with the crew. Fingers crossed we crush this coding competition!] Something made me zoom in on the screen. And my stomach dropped. There it was, my code. It was exactly how I had written it.

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.