And the Angels SangThere had been a big tree hidden in a forest of a bunch of big trees. The only thing that made this one any different was the giant knothole a little above the center, and the fact it was the lone one in a clearing. From that clearing and that tree, when you looked up you could see the stars.
Craig had cried when they cut it down. Not for the tree, but the memories that went down with it. It had stood in memory of innocent love that had fallen-crashed like autumn leaves before a quick winter snow. It had stood for baby-blue skies that sparkled like stars from their place encased in a smiling pale face and hidden beneath the fringe of honey-blond hair (honey sweet, honey colour), and all the nights that were day when he stared straight into those eyes and lost himself just for one second.
The laughing and the effortless smiling that mixed with the tears and the silence. There had been conversations that spilt long into the night that would become early dawn or late evening. There had be
Romano and the Potato Bastard"And then the king, seeing his mistake, embraced the son he at once recognised was the cooking "maid" who had served him the tasteless meat, and gave him back his royal title ," Romano said as his brother snuggled deeper into his blankets. They were both twenty-three, but his brother usually insisted on being read a story before bed. Romano thought it was right stupid, but gave in after too much whining. He knew them all so well, he did not even need to read from the anthology anymore.Romano and the Potato Bastard3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Can you read another one fratello?" Feliciano said scooting up closer to his brother in the king-sized bed. The room was not theirs, but their grandfather's, who had went on a trip quite a while ago. They had been sleeping in his bed ever since the first week or so he was gone. It had been three months now.
Romano shook his head firmly. "Go to sleep," he said flopping down. "It's nearly eleven, and I've read you five stories already. I swear if you don't close your damn eyes, I'll beat you
Fuck You KennyCraig Tucker was not a fag. He was not thinking about the way Kenny's eyes looked when he was laughing with those douches Stan, Kyle, or even Cartman. He was not thinking about how if Kenny flipped his hair in just the right lighting, it looked as bright as the sun and Kenny sort of reminded him of an angel. He was not thinking of how nicely Kenny's jeans fit no matter what size they were. He was not thinking of how somehow Mr. Garrison had screwed up on the pairings for their science project and how he was suddenly partners with Kenny. In fact, he was so busy not thinking about it he did not hear a word Kenny had just said.Fuck You Kenny5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Dude. Snap out of it." Kenny snapped slender fingers right in front of Craig's impassive face. Craig had been staring at space for an hour without saying a word. He glared at Kenny from interrupting his perfected skills at not thinking. "Daydreaming?" Craig flipped him off. "So what's your answer? My house or yours house Craigy?"
Craig blinked. "My house." He was
Nothing's Ever Simple"Hey Tweek... so I was thinking about you yesterday an- no that's retarded," Craig groaned to himself as he paced in his room, dodging piles of random junk and clothes that were strewn across the carpet, he was sure that Stripes was in one of those piles somewhere. "So Tweek, here's the thing, I- no that's even worse," he mumbled. He resisted the urge to facepalm as his brain searched for a less lame way of saying what he'd been feeling for the past few weeks. "Tweek, what's up? I just wanted to-"Nothing's Ever Simple4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Let you know that I totally did not practice this conversation like fifteen times beforehand," an overconfident voice cut in. "Because we both know that would be insanely stupid."
Craig turned to face a smirking Kenny, flipping him off before continuing his frustrated pacing "The fuck are you doing here McCormick?" he asked, not even sparing a glance in the blond teen's direction.
"Watching you act like a thirteen year old chick apparently," Kenny continued to grin, crossing the room and slu
He just doesn't get it-stenny He just doesn't get it!He just doesn't get it-stenny5 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
Give me a chance? -Prumano-Boys will be boys,Give me a chance? -Prumano-2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They like to play around.
You shot me with your love gun,
I'm falling to the ground.
Boys will be boys,
They like to play around.
So tell me how to love one,
That's running like a hound.
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There was my stupid little fratello, hanging out with that moron. My baby brother was so young, way to innocent, to be deflowered by... by this! Of course he had told me! Feli doesn't shut up about anything, and my baby brother lost his innocence with this sorry excuse for an asshole!
"Hey Lovino, You alright? The Awesome me thinks you look kinda down"
Oh great. The potatoes albino brother.
"Hmph, I'm fine, go chase your little girlfriend instead of bothering me" I huffed back at him, shooting a dirty glare from underneath my long eyelashes.
"Ouch, you wound me, LovLov" Gilbert whined while taking hand in his. I yanked it back angrily, furious at the
I'm Not EmotionlessI'm not emotionless.I'm Not Emotionless4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I don't lack feelings.
If anything I have too many.
Just thought I'd clear that up with everyone because when, or if, anyone realizes I'm gone they're going to want answers. All I'm saying is, you're all going to regret calling me cold and emotionless.
I place the poor excuse for a suicide note on the fresh snow next to me as I kneel on the cold, wet ground. Taking a deep breath, I stare into the black, inky depths of Stark's Pond. In a few minutes my body will be in there and my soul will be somewhere else. Where exactly? I don't know, but anywhere is better than here.
I'm fed up of being glared at, frowned upon and whispered about by people who never really knew me...