USUK - I Hate You pg. 13"Nngh "USUK - I Hate You pg. 134 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
England slowly forced his tired eyes open. Light immediately blinded him and he closed his eyes again, groaning. He put a hand over his eyes and tried opening them again. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, recognizing it as his own, when a face suddenly blocked his vision.
"Why, hello there! Finally decided to wake up, did you?" said a cheery voice. England almost fell out of the bed he hadn't even realized he was lying in.
"Wha Who ?" He sat up, ignoring the slight pain in his back, and got a good look at the owner of the voice. "A-Ah !" He rubbed his eyes and looked again. No, he was not hallucinating. The Thing, the source of all his previous trouble and misery, was standing in front of him Grinning. Not that sarcastic, arrogant grin it had had before, but a sincere, happy grin. It was quite creepy.
"B-But you ! I...! What's going on here?" England demanded shakily. It chuckled good-naturedly.
"Hello, Arthur!" It extended a white, bony han
Bite Me part3An arm wrapped around America's throat and pulled back harshly. The superpower hissed and thrashed about.Bite Me part34 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I leave you for five minutes! Five fucking minutes! This is so. Not. Awesome!" Prussia said, struggling with the vampire.
America took hold of his arm and swung him over his shoulder. Prussia didn't hit the ground as expected, but went through it.
The American looked around with crazed eyes and found that Prussia had reappeared in front of England.
"America you moron! Use your fucking head! You're making a big mistake here!"
America crouched and tried to pounce on Prussia, growling in frustration when he just went through him.
"You never learn," Prussia sighed.
America hissed, showing his white fangs angrily.
Prussia and America looked at England. He was standing now with the most outraged expression they've ever seen.
"This is what you've been hiding?! Why didn't you come to me? I talk to fairies for Christ's sake! Is this why you keep trying to hurt me?" he yell
StanxKyle Story Chapter 8StanxKyle Story Chapter 85 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"T-Token?" Stan muttered. "What do you want?"
Token turned to face his crowd, nodded, and turned back. "I, well, we all want you two to know something..."
Stan glanced at me, softening a bit before returning his focus to Token. "What is it?"
"We just wanted you guys to know that...we don't care about you guys...being together."
Stan took in a quick breath, ready to combat the insults he was expecting, but stopped. "Wha-really?"
Token nodded, motioning to his crowd who was also nodding.
Practically everyone was there; Token, Red, Craig, Tweek, Clyde, Jimmy, even Bebe was there near the back.
"We all had a talk about it...and we all decided that if anyone has a problem with you two, then they have to make it through us first."
Stan smiled and looked back at me, giving me his 'I told you everything would be okay' look.
I smirked and looked up at the crowd, namely Bebe, who was smiling back at me. I couldn't help but notice she was about to cry.
"Well, we just wanted you all to know that."
at lastSally sells seashells by the seashore:at last6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(the clams will take her pearls if she gets too close to the water. so she keeps her distance. she doesn't want to be a shallow chest without a treasure at it's bottom.)
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers:
(his arms are tissue-thin and he is afraid to snap his bones in half if he carries anymore than he can hold, but I understand why, he is a saint, and the rum on his breath resides in his throat. prince charming isn't so charming after-all is he?)
The thirty-three thieves thought that they thrilled the throne throughout Thursday:
(until their stomaches exploded onto the stained-glass windows, and the keeper of Heaven's gate pushed them off of the clouds, into a crystal field of uncounted blessings. now they are just as silent as the waves of the sounding sea.)
Roberta ran rings around the Roman ruins:
(she was afraid that if she had stopped to take a breath that the diamond eyed ghosts would steal her rib bon
Solemn JudgmentAll he wanted to do was help that starving kid sleeping under that tree. It was the one thing he finally thought he could do on his own...Solemn Judgment7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But things never worked out the way he wanted them to.
He was standing there frozen as those black armored troops marched in, yelling loudly and ransacking houses. He saw his parents come out, weapons in their hands, as they confronted them. He couldn't make out the words, as he was rooted to the spot, watching as the soldiers swarmed in around them.
He saw one of them barrel right into his mother, who fell down as a large piece of medal...the medallion she always carried around, went flying. His father saw it fly through the air and his hand went up to catch it on reflex.
He saw his father's eyes open impossibly wide as he gripped the medallion, blue flames emitting out of it. The soldiers shouted something else, but before they could do anything, half of them were already dead. His father moved impossibly quick, moving from soldier to soldier a
Halfwit - Chapter 1...Twelve years of experience in school sports, and Stan Marsh found himself lying motionless on the basketball court. The world around him wavered whenever he opened his eyes, so of course, he kept them closed, to avoid getting dizzy and throwing up like he did when he was younger. He heard this odd buzzing in the back of his head, and a million people sounding like Kenny tried to reach him. He imagined himself bringing his hand to his forehead, but couldn't find the strength to do so. He had a fairly decent imagination, though, so doing so calmed his nerves a bit.Halfwit - Chapter 1...9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Dude! Duude! You okay?" he finally managed to make out from the scramble of voices.
Stan had no intention of opening his eyes right then. He felt himself being carried out of the court by his arms, and gently dropped down onto some thin, cold polished wood thing.
"Stan? You alright, dude?" it was the same voice from earlier.
"Kyle?" Stan whispered.
"You're alright!" Kyle yelled.
"Ow…ow…" Stan muttered, this time bringing his
South Park: AlwaysAlwaysSouth Park: Always8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A South Park fanfiction.
It would sound really fucking creepy if I told you this Stan. Well, it sounds really fucking creepy in my head as well. At least, when I think about what you would think. I tell you everything, or at least I did. I stopped telling you everything when we were ten. It was a sleepover. Which just sounds so overly cliché. But I cant help what happened. Watching you sleep, I mean.
For some reason I couldnt sleep. And there you were a few feet away. We had fallen asleep during some stupid movie, I dont even remember what it was. All I remember is the way that your hair was all messy, and sweaty, sticking to your forehead, your hat had nearly fallen off your head. I honestly caught myself wondering how I had not noticed how attractive you were before. Like some sort of miracle that had been there the entire time, but that had taken me so long to see.
After that things were never really the same. I definitely could
After The EndThree days. Three long, hard, tiring days with no food or water. Kenny McCormick wasnt sure how he was still alive, even though he had survived the apocalypse. Well, not technically, since he died, but he came back to life once it was all over. Once he did, there was nothing left. Nothing but red dirt, dust, rocks, and a few very vaguely recognizable signs that life had been here, such as skeletons of swing sets and any metal or parts of rock buildings that withstood the immense heat.After The End6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Damn Damien, damn devil. Damn Hell! Kenny cursed at the red ground as he slowly and listlessly walked, the shouting only making his parched throat and dry mouth feel worse.
Damn me This is my entire fault, anyway. He whispered with his eyes to the ground as he continued to trek through the barren wasteland. Kenny wore only his white, sweat-stained t-shirt, his poncho tied around his waist, dirt-stained jeans that were ripped off around the knees, and no shoes or socks. W
South Park - Tweek Tweak'Tweek Tweak'South Park - Tweek Tweak8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And youre laughing out loud,
At the thought of being alive.
And I was wondering,
Could I just be you tonight?
Could I be you by Matchbox Twenty.
( Craigs POV)
Youre different from everyone else. Im not exactly sure how. I think you know that. I dont know if you mind.
I like it.
But thats not all
I like the colour of your hair.
Like that thick honey Ruby has for breakfast every morning. It always makes me think of your hair. The style too. All over the place and still cool. It suits you.
I like your eyes.
The same colour as the coffee you always drink. I used to think they were that way because of the coffee when I first noticed. I ate all my greens for a month on that theory. I thought green would match coffee better.
I like how tall you are.
Shorter than me, but not too much. You seem to fit with me when I hug you. I can look down a
I WatchedI WatchedI Watched9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I watched Stan as he threw up all over the floor. It was his habit; he vomited over people he admired or adored. Yet he was doing it over the sluttiest girl in the third grade, I thought, and it bothered me.
I watched Stan as he dated that girl, Wendy. I remained silent as they watched Western movies together, went skating on the frozen Stark's Pond, went walking in the rain forest, spent Valentine's Day together, and many other things I didn't want to see. I watched Stan feel completely shocked when she kissed Cartman for no reason, and watched him feel confused as she took him into her "loving" embrace.
I watched Stan as he ogled the pretty substitute teacher. I had done the same, but only to fit in with the rest of my friends. Wendy grew furious at all of us, and I watched as she skyrocketed our teacher to the sun.
I watched Stan as Bebe delivered the news to him that Wendy broke up with him. I watched his transformation happen; from being a happy-go-lucky kid to one of th
SP:RebornFive years ago, Pip broke up with Damien, for reasons not to be disclosed. The blond Brit had been eighteen at the time, so he was legally able to leave the country, which he did. Philip Pirrup had moved to London, England shortly after the breakup. Damien had opened a bank account in Pips name, and given a very large amount of money in it, enough to have him living in luxury for a great while.SP:Reborn6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The day Pip left, Damien had told Pip to use that money as he saw fit, since it was his money now. Damien had also given Pip a passport, seemingly uncaring the entire goodbye. After that, Pip just left the demon and his hellhound behind, breaking all connections with him.
Pip did use the money, just enough of it to buy himself a small apartment that had a view of Big Ben. He also used enough money to get himself into a nice college, which is all that Damien had wanted for him once he left. Damien had only wanted Pip to live a happy enough life once he was gone.
Though that was his wish, Da
Flammable NatureBrendon always remembers the details.Flammable Nature6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His first kiss: he was wearing his Bright Eyes t-shirt, jeans with a hole in the left knee, glasses. They were touring. He never told anyone that hed never kissed a girl. (He never told them that hed never kissed a boy, either, but they assumed that anyway.) It was two days after he met Audrey. They had a double-date planned with Jac and Ryan. Spencers hair was long past his chin, almost to his shoulders.
Spencer had said, Good luck, and cupped Brendons chin. Spencers lips were chapped and dry. The kiss was chaste, quick, not enough. Brendon was sitting on the bed; hotel room comforter under his hands. He almost followed when Spencer pulled away. He couldnt. Brent was in the bathroom. Ryan was downstairs getting coffee. Spencer didnt want that, anyway. It was merely for good luck.
Spencer had said so himself.
The first time he had sex: the smell of cigarette smoke, the back of the van, Ry
We Live In A ToyEverybody wishes their lives were something different than what it already is. It's the greed in us all. It's the Hollywood glam we all wish were. Every little girl wants her life told through a storybook. The pictures would glitter and there would be a prince, a castle, and a slain dragon. But no blood. The little girl's hair would be golden with curls. And she would be happy. That's how her life would be told. Every little boy, he wants his life spilled out like a movie. Not a chick flick. Not an action-adventure. Some little boys want explosions, but only on the inside. Something radiating off of his chest, bursting through his ears. The kind of independent movie that Natalie Portman would star in. But not every movie gets played out the way its supposed to be seen. It's clipped. It's Cut. Press. Print. It's something like that. Like my life.We Live In A Toy8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My life didn't start until the summer I was fifteen. Cut to that day.
Cut to that night, actually. Hard into the afternoon, I was gettin
South Park -- Switched Chp. 1SOUTH PARKSouth Park -- Switched Chp. 19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1 – April Fool's Day
It was a chilly Tuesday morning in South Park, which wasn't much different from any other morning really. The four boys, Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny were all standing at the bus stop in that order, waiting for the bus. Kyle, in a rare moment, had his hat off and was trying desperately to clean egg off the fabric before the bus came. Cartman was laughing his ass off, as usual, and Kenny was also laughing under his hood. Stan was stifling a laugh, and didn't have the heart to tell his friend that it was no use.
"Damnit Cartman, what the hell is up with you today?" Kyle asked bitterly, and readjusted his hat on his head, a mess of red curls escaping the confines of the accessory.
Cartman stifled a laugh, "I got you Jew-boy. April April fool, April April foooool!" Cartman started singing as he got on the bus.
Stan got on the bus after Cartman, still stifling his laughs.
Kyle followed on, "Did you really have to throw a snow-egg bomb? And
My Angel- Tweeters- Chp 1 ~`*My Angel*`~My Angel- Tweeters- Chp 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Tweek, can I ask you something?" My friend Butters asked me as we sat on my couch watching TV.
"U-um, ya!" Butters was looking at his feet with a sad expression. Butters and I had become very close friends over the past few years.
"Why can't you leave Craig?" My heart ached at the sound of Craig's name.
"Wh-what do you mean?" I
SP-CREEK- Normal? chp.1SP-CREEK- Normal? chp.16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
South Park; Not normal? (CREEK)
"I'm not normal! These feelings they they aren't normal. Am I not normal?" I was lying on my coach sprawled out on my back, with my hand over my face. I had a head ache!
"Why is this so hard? I don't think I'm normal, but yet pretty much all of fucking South Park isn't normal. Wait does that make me normal? I can't be because I'm thinking I'm not normal. GUAH!!"
"Craig?" I heard my mom call and I shot up. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing Mom." I answered quicker than I should have. To be truthful, there is something wrong. I'm so fucking confused I feel like I'm going to die! I think I have always had a crush on my best friend, but all of the sudden this crush grew in to something bigger! Whenever I look at him, I turn beat red and I don't know what
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*goes to make sure she washes off her walls and uses only her /BEST/ chalk*
*stars at his screen for a good five minutes then decided that he better get leaving before she licks him for being late*
*she is going to try and lick him either way*
*finally at her place being lost in the area*
WHERE THE FUCK AM I?
*looks around annoyed*
*she is sitting outside her hive, the giant tree, on a branch. swinging her legs. She's blind though, n
The Angel... ::South Park::Kenny tapped the dirty window with the tip of his fingers while he stared outside and listened to the sound of the falling rain. It was almost dark now, even though it was no more then late noon. Only a faint tinge of red in the sky hinted that there was a sun behind the Colorado mountains.The Angel... ::South Park::7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He let out a sigh and walked away from the somewhat shattered window, and carefully slid himself onto his bed, making sure not to disturb anyone. He laughed a little as he stared at his bed; yeah, what a bed... more like a pile of old, dirty, used mattresses, accompanied by a stained old pillow. Well what to do? His family was very poor, and his father, Stuart, was just a drunken asshole incapable of keeping as much as one lousy job.
He turned upwards and faced the ceiling, and gazed into the cracks. His room was, as usual, covered with posters of bikini-clad women, but none of these caught his attention, because at that moment, his mind was elsewhere. He slowly and softly whistled a tune to himself
He just doesn't get it-stenny He just doesn't get it!He just doesn't get it-stenny6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kenny McCormick is just too thick-headed. Sometimes, I really don't understand this kid. He isn't interested in love at all, all he wants in sex. Any girl, or boy for the matter, who comes up to the blonde and says that they love him and that they want him, he always smiles and tells them, "I can make you happy with the feelings that you gave me." He'll have sex with them, he'll kiss them, and he'll hug them. After a while of this, they seem to question him about their 'feelings.' They ask,
"Do you love me?"
And he replies with truthful answers, "No."
"You lie! Then why do you do this stuff with me?"
"For my own enjoyment."
They always get mad and state, "You lied to me!"
Kenny always replies, "I never
Saturday Night Sleep-Overs Pt2The rest of that night Kyle found himself standing by with the occasional pretzel or piece of food to much on while the other boys played their games. He didn't want to have anything to do with it, not while Stan wasn't there. As he finished his fifth pretzel - he had lost count. After Craig flipped off the rest of the group and grabbed Clyde away to the bathroom. Cartman yelled "Fags!" behind them but Kyle just rolled his eyes, Kenny following suit. Although the blond did tap Kyle's shoulder as he turned.Saturday Night Sleep-Overs Pt27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Wanna get going?" Kenny asked with a yawn following.
Kyle grumbled and shrugged, saying he had to go the bathroom first. Kenny nodded and turned to Cartman to discuss the "fag" issue. Kyle walked off, dragging his feet so maybe he wouldn't have to deal with that house for very long. He wiped his forehead from the heat of the arcade and maybe thought he should have taken off his hat. His hand however, touched the wonderfully cold steel on the door to the boy's bathroom as he walked i
SP: Death.Kenny gasped loudly, his blue hues suddenly glazing over with a white fog; it felt like pain. In fact, the pulse that surged through his body was just that. Did he have a curse or something to where every time, he'd fucking die and suddenly appear alive the next day?SP: Death.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Seemed like it.
He should have been used to the pain now though, right? Wrong. Pain was horrid, and often came in different ways, and different surges. Death doesn't have to hurt, but how he died, it often did.
He lifted up his hand to place it on his chest, the warm blood spilling out of his gun wound and silently crawling down his wrist. The blood stained Kenny's orange jacket with an awful color.
He laughed softly and then leaned over and with a loud and dry cough, blood spewed from the back of his throat. Lines of crimson liquid leaked down the corners of his mouth. Kyle was standing next to him; he had gotten shot at too, but it only grazed his arm; Kenny had jumped in the way for the other boy. The bullet went throug
Stan's List"What the hell?" Kyle Broflovski stared at the list taped to the wall in disbelief. While in the background, Cartman danced in circles.Stan's List7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I'm better looking than Kahl!" He chanted while a chorus of high-fives ran throughout the boys bathroom as they all realised their rank in the girls' eyes.
And beside him Kyle saw a middle finger fly up as Craig exclaimed, "Hah fuckers! I'm totally better looking than all you assholes!" Granted, he was only twelve. Even Butters was better looking than him. Oh well.
"AWESOME." Clyde high-fived Token as they both realised their ranks, one and two in that respective order.
Kyle studied the list more and realised Stan was three. And he... he was fifteen. His eyes couldn't tear away.
"Come on Kyle." Stan Marsh mumbled, "It's only a stupid list, remember?" At this point the boys trailed out the bathroom, all satisfied with their ranks. Kyle, however, still stood staring. How could this happen?!
"Am I really that ugly?" Kyle dryly spoke to maybe Stan standin
A Creek Christmas SpecialThe soft, fluffy cotton balls of snow fell gracefully upon the thick white snow that covered up the dull grey walkways all along the streets. South Park actually looked presentable today; appealing even at times like this, if you were to take away the people, the noise and the smell.A Creek Christmas Special7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Craig lay spread out on his sofa in a loose pair of jeans and a My Chemical Romance t-shirt, flicking through the channels thoughtlessly. The constant Christmas specials had rendered him brain dead and so he stared at the TV like a zombie, lost and blank.
Not funny. Shit. Gay. Seen it. Boobs. Boring, he droned at each and every channel he flicked by, basing his judgement on no more than a programme title and a single frame of what was playing, be it adverts or not, before he turned it over again.
A knock came suddenly on the front door, but Craig didnt flinch. He ignored it, hoping that whoever it was would just go away. However, they didnt and after a few moments the knock came aga
Highly Unexpected, Chapter 15 In the haze of having dresses made, hair pieces sent- all discreetly, of course- the two had nearly forgotten their other matters. With John Rolfe already set out for Jamestown, the armada as prepared as it could be without an assured need to be deployed, Ratcliffe had little to really do for the present. He was brimming with nervous energy, anger and fear, and so channeling it into scheming was probably the best outlet for it all.Highly Unexpected, Chapter 15 3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Wiggins found comfort in his old habits. Today, pruning the hedges and flowers in the sprawling garden behind the house was the activity of choice. With autumn settling in, and winter starting to peer round every corner, there was little to do beyond tending to what little was there.
As far as he knew, Ratcliffe was on his way to the royal court. His hope was to garner more information about an upcoming ball, to which, of course, he had received an invitation. It had never been any secret that he loved that sort of thing. It wasn't so much that he loved danc