backstoryI would like to point out that Christophe is a year older than the South Park boys.backstory2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Anne was an unpopular child growing up in Paris France, and when she was a teenager, she met a guy who said he loved her, but he left when she became pregnant. All attempts at abortion failed.
The baby was born a few months later.
Anne and Christophe lived with Anne's mother, Adele, for a few months, because Anne had no job.
A few months later, Anne moved with her child to a smaller town in France.
When Christophe was 8 years old, Adele provided them with money to move to America, as well as for food and other things until Anne got a steady job. They spent a year in Wisconsin before Anne got transferred to South Park, Colorado for her work.
Anne was and is an abusive alcoholic. She had trust and anger issues, and possibly a few serious mental conditions, although nobody knows for sure. She seems to have an intense hatred for her son, screaming at and hitting him, belittling him at every o
Traitors pt 8I was walking through the depths of the woods, approaching a home in the woods. I hear gunshots, but still walk near it. No one was near door, it was unlocked. I snuck in through door and walked about place. Typical redneck home. With its animal heads and rifles of course. It took me a while to find a picture of two men smiling in a photo. The taller one was holding a fish in one hand, it was half his size atleast. Jimbo and Ned. I threw it on the floor, looking for more clues to find father. The running steps of something paraded my sense of hearing. I needed to hide. I climbed up on wall, using my arms and legs to support me on the corner intersection on ceiling. I looked under me, a long, curly black haired girl flashed downstairs, wielding a sword. She tried to look tough, but I saw fear deep down in her. She stood directly below, searching for me.Traitors pt 82 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Girl: WHO THE HELL THINKS THEY CAN BREAK INTO MY HOUSE?!!!
I watched her go ballistic, conjuring up threats. I finally let g
Traitors pt 6Two weeks passed from the day I was captured.....I was still under their control and the power is still too strong for me to fight. I can't explain the pain it brings to me once I fight it....it feels like I'm being pushed from every conceivable angle while being burned at the same time. Fighting it was absolutely pointless. It would only bring me pain and get me nowhere. I knew it was game over for me. I'm forever in their control, Jason will never come back, and no one will know I'm gone..Traitors pt 62 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Kazimir: Alright our next our next objective is to find and destroy Vladimir.
Avraam: Kazimir...why didn't we capture him when we went to America?
Kazimir: Very simple dear brother, if we did capture him at the same time as Eliza they could both escape.
Ivan: Dumbass. Of course we wouldn't capture them at same time.
Ivan looked like an average 38 year old man. He had greying brown hair and emerald green eyes. He was average height, weight and size, but bene
Traitors pt 9AHHH!!! I woke up once more. Its been over a month since I've heard from Carmen. I have toughened up quite a bit since then. Conner and Mole arrived about a week ago. We all stay in Eve's vacation home in Russia. So far, no luck on finding Carmen. Not a trace, nothing. Everyone here is asleep. But I can't sleep, my body won't allow it. I couldn't help but feel something bad is happening to Carmen and the others....this time I heard Scar, Juli, and Jimbo scream. Every night it changes. Mole, Conner and Eve were still asleep, but I couldn't. I rolled my eyes and attempted to sleep once more, the most disturbing thing happened....Traitors pt 92 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I see Carmen crying and staring at me...she was in pain. Not physical, but mental.
"Help me Jason....."
I see her scream in terror, as she flashes from herself, to a controlled being wearing black everywhere. A mask hid her face, the mask resembled a face of pure evil. Then the flash
South Park Goth DrabblesSouth Park Goth Drabbles6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Henrietta just managed to finish the final word of her poem when odd noises began seeping in from her closet. She glanced down at the Kindergoth, who had fallen asleep some time ago. "Shh!! You'll wake him up!"
The Red Goth always hated it when Stan Marsh walked by. He would be the first to notice, then Kinder, then Henrietta... then Curly.
The Red Goth hated it when the Curly Goth noticed Stan. He hated it when any of them noticed Stan, really, but he hated it the most when the tallest of their group noticed. Because that was when Stan really got noticed.
"The Bible says that homosexuals will never enter the Kingdom of God..." The boy had hair that was as curly as his, and his thumb in his mouth made him seem as if he was mumbling.
Curly tsked and wrapped an arm around Red's waist. "His loss."
Alone - SP goth kids entryAloneAlone - SP goth kids entry5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Somehow... the world just felt cold. Not the chill of snow, not the chill of wind, but the bitter, deafening chill of silence... of death and of loneliness. If anybody had told him he would feel lonely without him there... without them there... well, he'd have called them a liar.
Why would he miss him? Why would he even care enough to miss him more than anybody else? It wasn't like they were anything but cohorts in this darkness, companions in a world that would never understand.
Companions that weren't really companions, he supposed. They were more than that, and not even that all at once. And now he was gone.
He was alone now, utterly alone. Dead father, dead mother, dead Henri, dead Lucas, and dead Nickalus. Nickalus Why would he miss them? Any of them?
A father that beat him and didn't care, a mother who didn't know how, why should he weep for them? They wouldn't for him. But he did, and he hates himself for it. Hates that despite all the abuse he
Et Maintenant Nous Sommes ToutIt wasn't a bad feeling, well, the brunette didn't think so, it was just, unnerving. Dull hazel eyes stared down at a gloved hand, his own hand, first it started at your fingertips and toes, the brunette watched silently, sat against a tree, one hand pressed slightly over a wound in his stomach, though the pressure was slowly disappearing as he bleed out, it's like the life is being sucked right out. He couldn't move anymore, he'd be in hell soon, it's how it always happened.Et Maintenant Nous Sommes Tout4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sun glistened off the fresh snow, a crimson red trail contrasting against the white, none of that had Mole's attention, not that he had the energy to do anything about it. He never was fond of dying slowly. The feeling of cold and then numbness traveling slowly up your body until it gripped your heart. It hurt, the bullet in his stomach was literally killing him.
It isn't true that you life passes before your eyes, he knew that. It wasn't the first time he had died, and he never knew if it was the last. He cou
Of a Poor Goth and a Real Vampire -VAMPIRED-South Park smelt weird, he'd never really noticed it before but then his sense of smell was a lot better than it had been the last time he'd been here. A weird sort of cloying thing that wrapped, almost welcoming around him and left a sour taste in the back of his throat. The snow however was far more familiar, though he felt a slight pang of loss when the cold didn't bite quite as harshly as he remembered.Of a Poor Goth and a Real Vampire -VAMPIRED-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
This late at night the streets were deserted, and he cursed softly to himself as he trudged through the knee deep snow. It had taken him longer to get here then he'd expected and already the night sky had the warning tint of dawn to it and he really needed to find somewhere to hole up for the day. But all the ideal places to do so that he remembered so well had changed, and half an hour into standing stock still outside of his old house had convinced him that, that too, was no longer an option.
Which left... well his current predicament really.
Cursing harder and, not for the first
CuRed: 'The Cuddle Fic'Chapter 1CuRed: 'The Cuddle Fic'5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Red Goth brought his cup to his lips, taking a small sip before setting it on the table again. He could feel Evan's eyes running over his body. "What is it?"
"How come you never want to kiss?"
The younger boy's face flushed and he turned towards the coffee table before him. "It's so conformist! All that fake affection isn't what we're about ."
The Tall Goth was quiet for a minute, sulking.
Dylan sighed heavily and continued, "Oh, come on . It's lame. Cuddling, hugging and kisses goodbye, are for clingy and whiney conformists."
Suddenly, Dylan found himself in a tight hug, his face pressed against his boyfriends chest. "This is conformist?" His abrupt attacker asked.
Head spinning, he managed to push away. "Yes! God." But he was pulled back in, this time to a kiss. He almost fell into it, he almost completely melted, which would have allowed him to bend this once . However, Henrietta returned to her room, just in time.
"What are you two doing?!"
I'm SorryI'm sorry for the time I spentI'm Sorry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lying in your arms
I'm sorry for the joy I felt
Falling for your charms
I'm sorry for the love we shared
Or at least I felt for you
I'm sorry for your wasted time
And your tainted innocence to
I'm sorry that you feel this way
And feel that this is best
I'm sorry for the tears I shed
And the heaving of my chest
I'm sorry, love, I really am
For everything I've done
But most of all I'm sorry
That I thought you were the one
Best FriendI'm afraid to look at that photoalbum to see your smiling face looking back at me..Best Friend8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to lose the happiness that is already slowly fading away.
The times you and I spent together all seem so far away and yet it only seems like yesterday that we were laughing together.
If I go back there to that place I'm sure that I will cry.
Though that place is comforting, I know that I can't rely on it forever and someday I'll have to stand on my own two feet.
I want to be able to smile and say I'm doing great. But even so, saying something that is only partially true breaks my heart. Although I'm happy and doing fine I still miss you to death.
I think about you all the time and miss the days we spent together.
The only one who could make the pain go away completely and make me feel happy all the time. The only one I considered my best friend. The <i>
CH2: Of a Poor Goth and a Real Vampire -VAMPIRED-The coffee, Mike decided pretty quickly, was a pathetic substitute for what he wanted but it would have to do. At least the heat of it was enough to fill that nagging void and calm the itching in his teeth while he watched the Goths. Well, while he watched 'Red' anyway, there was something about him that made Mike's instincts... twitch. The defiant slump of his shoulders and faint scowl, and every so often the vampire managed to catch a faint whiff of the boys scent. All bitter, coffee and cigarettes and something else he couldn't place that was driving him insane. He took another sip.CH2: Of a Poor Goth and a Real Vampire -VAMPIRED-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He set his cup down on the table with a thump when the group started to leave, exceedingly unhappy at the thought of his entertainment leaving. He bit down the snarl building in his chest, schooling his face back into cool apathy he'd been instructed on but when the rest of the group trudged off without a backwards glance, leaving 'Red' on his own he couldn't help the small happy (no, sinister damn it, s
Child AbuseMy name is sarahChild Abuse6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly bro
Love HurtsI smile,Love Hurts8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You make me believe.
You make me bleed.
A girl like you,
A boy like me,
You make me see it will never be.
PTSDWhat is this disorder? you askPTSD6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is PTSD?
Simple, I tell you, I'll tell you what it's like.
How does it feel? you ask me again
Soldiers get it, not a civilian like you, you say to me.
I sit you down and say, Listen to me.
Soldiers aren't the only ones who have PTSD.
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder is the name.
Going through trauma and hell is the game.
Look at Katrina victims, they have it too.
I have it and it's pure hell.
My anger is more venomous and spontaneous
The nightmares don't let me sleep.
I don't go to Atlantic City as I would like
I avoid hospitals like the Black Plague.
I am numb at funerals
And you ask me why.
Simple, I respond.
I have nearly drowned in the Atlantic Ocean
I know too many people who have died in hospitals
I'm in shock and can't speak.
Soldiers aren't the only ones who endure trauma and live.
Civilians get it too, if they're victims of disasters and rape.
They get it too, from the deaths of loved ones and near deaths of their own.
I have cheated death twi
AbuseI remember,Abuse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was so young.
I didn't know,
It was abuse.
Now it bruises me,
They don't fade.
How stupid I was.
You turned me against her,
You made me blame her.
Well truth be told,
I am smart.
It was you,
Its your fault,
I'm a mess because of you.
I couldn't take it.
So I harmed myself,
I bled because of you.
They show each memory.
They play back,
And I cry EVERY time.
I am a victim,
Not all abuse is physical.
It wasn't sexual,
It hurts worse.
I am mentally unstable,
I cry and shake.
I am afraid,
Barren Warren- Ch 9Warnings and disclaimer: Me no own, I make no money off this, it's purely free entertainment that I write to help alleviate my stress and hopefully stop me from having another SIS.Barren Warren- Ch 92 years ago in Drama More Like This
Feel free to review politely. I really love my reviewers.
Jack grunted as his body hit the cold floor again. Rolling over on his side, he tried to clear his throat of the trickle of blood that had seeped down his esophagus, tickling his neck in just the wrong place as a cough overtook the gasping. His chest hurt and he couldn't defend himself with his arms tied behind his back. He curled into himself as his scrambled mind raced for an idea to escape the dark amalgamation's lair.
When Pitch's nightmares attacked him outside of Burgess on his way back to the Warren, Jack was unprepared to say the least. Even with his trusty staff returned to him, he was having difficulty relearning every trick in his book. The fur was making it harder to twist and cast ice as needed, and his small
Seasons of Love part 1 - SummerSeasons of Love part 1 - Summer2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Frost, Bunnymund or any other characters from the Rise of the Guardians universe; I just love them a lot!
The Easter Bunny stood on the balcony of Santa's Workshop, looking out over the vast white expanse of the North Pole. The cold wind whiped his fur around, the thin layer doing nothing to protect him from its biting chill. He shivered in spite of himself, he wasn't used to cold like this, his brow furrowed as he tried to remember the last time he had felt this cold. It had been just over one hundred and four years ago, just before- "No." E. Aster Bunnymund said out loud, cutting the thought off right there.
He heard the sound of the door behind him opening a moment before the voice reached him "Bunnymund, what happened?" Said the Russian accented voice of Santa as he walked over to stand next to the rabbit. With no response forthcoming North continued "You need to talk. You show up in middle of workshop, carrying an unconscious Jack who is barely clingi
Dear InsanityDear Insanity,Dear Insanity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why won't you leave me alone?
You just don't seem to understand,
That I want you to fucking go.
I do everything you ask,
And give into your every will.
What else do you want?
I'm starting to lose it, can't you tell?
A moment of peace,
That's all I ask.
Just leave me be,
I'm fading fast.
What is it,
That you just don't seem to get?
You taunt me every day,
And I'm really sick of it.
I'm tired of your torture.
Not knowing right from wrong.
I'm sick of all your lies,
The ones you whisper all day long.
Dear my sweet insanity,
I beg you to hear my cries.
I know you've been with me for so long,
But why can't you just say goodbye?
To be a Guardian Epilogue- I DoDisclaimer: I do not own Jack Frost, Bunnymund or any other characters from the Rise of the Guardians universe; I just love them a lot!To be a Guardian Epilogue- I Do2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Jack was flying through the sky above Los Angeles, the city's lights twinkling in the night. The cloud of Deathlings spreading over the city, the mass of living shadow that marked Black Death flew through the sky, perusing a figure through the sky. Jack flew closer, wanting to help Pitch, knowing what was coming next. As he grew closer though Jack saw it wasn't Pitch, but Aster flying in front of the black cloud. The rabbit, HIS rabbit, was wearing a black tux, and looked very good in it. Jack watched in horror as Aster flew past, leading Black into the time rip, yelled so loud his throat hurt as the bright light swallowed his fiancÚ. As the light faded Jack found himself walking down an aisle, flanked by rows of chairs on either side. He was wearing a bright white dress, a veil covering his face. The chairs on either side of him were filled by nightma
Traitors pt. 3When I wake up I feel awful.....my face felt like pin cushion. Must have been medication. >.> But I suck it up and get out of bed, only to feel thousand time worse! But now I'm starting to vaguely remember what happened......very vaguely....Traitors pt. 32 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Mole: Yo beetch, geet your ass out here.
Me: Screw off Chrissy......ow.....
Mole: *hiss* Never call me zat again!
Me: Or what?
It was then father came upstairs.
Father: Kids! We have nos time for bickering! Just get your shit and fast!!
Mole and I at same time: Okay!!
We sped downstairs and got our shit together. Before we knew it, we were driving off.....
Hours past until father had to stop for restroom break and gas.
Father: I'll be right back don't worry. *gets out of car*
Me: I have to use restroom. *gets out of car too*
What I haven't realized was that this would be my fatal mistake.....very fatal......
I do business in restroom, then I got out, and see my father walk to convenience store, then he was pulled away and was held at gun poin
Jack x Bunnymund switched 2Jack x Bunnymund switched 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
Jack looked up at Aster, his chest was sore and almost as blue as the bunny’s fur which had ended in some teasing from the real rabbit but he was still a little worried whether the guardian was actually alright or not. Jack had to admit it hurt a little but not enough for him to complain too much.
Aster looked at him and said “So Jacky, are ya healthy enough to go outside again now?” he teased, Jack rolled his eyes and gave him a light shove “Of course” he said before grabbing his staff and then walking out of the bedroom door and walking out of the burrow.
Aster smiled and followed him out “Its only four days until Easter Sunday, so you are going to help” he grinned, placing a firm paw on Jack’s shoulder before he could squirm away “Hey no fair” Jack complained, folding his arms as they walked to the decorating room and sat by the lake full of paint
After a little while Aster had set everything out like he usually did but ins