South Park-Blush BlushSouth Park-Blush6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Stan and I were playing some video games in his room as usual. Just another normal day doing nothing really.
"Hey, Kyle, are you hungery?"
"Wanna go grab a bite somewhere?"
"After I beat you again, you just want to leave because I always beat you."
"Psh! I was just asking a nice question, and you have to go all mean."
"hmmm?" Stan had a 'i have no idea what you are talking about' tone in his voice. I beat Stan, again, and we went to get some lunch.
"Alright, bet was you would buy my lunch if I won." I said.
"Geez, I will be broke by the end of summer if I keep making bets like this..."
K2: Breakin These Walls Pt. 1 My feet flew over the ground, faster than they had ever gone before. I turned myK2: Breakin These Walls Pt. 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
head slightly to see if he was following me, thankfully he was just screaming from the
porch. I turned my head back to where I was running.
I skidded to a stop in front of a small house and quickly collapsed in the tiny
front yard. My hands slipped over my face to cover my eyes. Warm trickles of water
rushed down my cheeks as I started to sob uncontrollably. What was I going to do? He
had kicked me out so many times before, I couldn't even count them all, but the beatings...a cold shiver flew up my spine at the thought. The beatings, they had been
a recent outcome to his new obsession with alcohol, partying, and getting home drunk
and angry. The thing was, I didn't even recognize my reflection in the mirror anymore.
My eyes were black and puffy, my lip had a giant gash in it, and well, for the rest of
my body...I can't even describe it without crying more.
I brought my k
Tattooed - South Park x HoNJust when I thought my day couldn't get any worse the dead guy entered the lunch hall. Timmy was sat next to me talking about himself again, so he didn't even acknowledge him. But then again Timmy does have Attention Deficit Disorder so he doesn't really notice much anyway. As soon as I saw the dude I dropped my fork in shock, splattering food over Timmy "TIMMY!!" he scolded in disgust. I paid no attention to the disgruntled boy sat opposite me because I couldn't keep my eyes of the dead person in the cafeteria.Tattooed - South Park x HoN5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As I turned to see if Timmy had seen him yet I let out a sharp, chest rattling cough. Damn it, I mean I get ill like every other week but I've never felt this crappy before! The stranger started towards our table and I felt my heart thump against my ribs in panic, which caused me to let out another loud cough. Ok, so this guy isn't really dead, he's more undead a vampire a fledgling to be exact. His bright sapphire coloured crescent moon outline stood out beauti
SP - A Serious Case of Cooties CHP 1Chapter One CootiesSP - A Serious Case of Cooties CHP 13 years ago in Humor More Like This
Stan Marsh sat at his dining room table one February morning shuffling through a stack of red, pink, and white construction paper. With a thick pair of child proof scissors, a large bottle of glue, and a jar of silver glitter, Stan set about making a Valentine's Day card for his girlfriend Wendy Testaburger. He cut carefully along the edge of a paper heart, trying to get the shape smooth and curved. Setting down the scissors, he grabbed the bottle of glue and, kneeling in his chair so that he could hold his hands up above his head, Stan drew swirly patterns around the perimeter of the paper heart. When he had finished, he sprinkled the silver glitter, taking care not to let any fall upon his mother's kitchen table. Shaking the heart free of excess sparkles, Stan held the heart up to the light. It shimmered with gloppy drops of glue and smeared glitter, but Stan felt proud anyway. Wendy would love it. She always liked the things Stan made for her.
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.A Reason to Live2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, but she didn’t think the pain could be any worse than what she was already dealing with.
“Aimée!” The young woman moved her arms in circular motions as she tried to keep her balance. Her mother’s call startled her, and for a brief moment she thought God might be
BryceHe always stands very close to people when he speaks to them, staring with those huge golden eyes and leaning in ever so slightly, as if he is craving their touch and the feel of their breath and their hands more than anything. This is the first thing you notice when you meet him, the closeness. You ache, for a reason you don't know, to bridge the gap. To touch him. Your fingers twitch towards him but you keep your hands beside you.Bryce3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then you hear him speak, and everything else seems loud and bright and harsh compared to the gentleness of him. His lips are chapped and his big galaxy earrings glitter and his hair stands straight up and his freckles are like kisses, and you think he will sound like all the others and then he speaks; he speaks and something shifts inside you and a little storm begins to crackle and swell inside your chest and suddenly you love him more than anything.
And then he finishes asking you the time, and you tell him, and he walks on.
Sonnet 4 for my grandmotherSonnet 43 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her flowers, softly pressed against her palm,
have lost their quiet gift of sunlit breath
in lieu of gentle summer's song, this psalm
hushed now by looming mute of living death.
The owl's lonely mating cry rings out
against the fjord today, and still I find
her shorn cloth adorning my clouded route
home. Roughly textured skin of night confined
my skin; however, the small trestles built
from earth to hidden light behind the moon
guide me to her in sleep. Her petals lilt
toward my lap, hold me until the room
becomes a slowing top. They fall the way
she falls. The dark blends calmly into gray.
War TuneWar Tune:War Tune2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've got another beat for all my hard gamers,
Rockin' in 'Bloodfall', rank hall of famer.
Arena top ten, I'm the mage known as Ryda,
Got a femmie avatar; cute little strider.
You better come with me, if you want to live.
I'm roastin' up a storm with the fire that I give.
Meteor crash, I'm the king of all the stunners,
You better think twice if you're the knight or a gunner.
And if you talk big all them haters give you crap;
They cryin' on the field cause I bag 'em in the sack.
I'm sorry that you paid, but I went and broke your back.
Cash shop wings; I'll just rip em in a stack.
Cause even if you shellin' out dough to be the best,
I'm an Asian gamer and that's the fuckin' test!
I click at a rate that'll make you all explode.
Cause I control the lag and the inner matrix code.
And if you tried to ask me, I'd say that its a fact;
I'm Kirigaya Kazuto dressed up in black.
-Unofficial Release by Chen Yuan Wen, 12th April 2013
Lukewarm GeneticsBRASS SECTION, GOLukewarm Genetics2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Out of her trumpet flies a tiny whale, and the trumpeteer stealthily stuffs him into her pocket. She runs away to a dark alley, and carefully places the little whale in a dumpster where hundreds of other miniscule whales reside, swimming in a pool of water.
The mother whale swoops down from the sky and opens her mouth, letting the little whales in. SHRinks and goes through a portal in the blacktop.
In this parallel universe, the sky is the ocean and the ocean is the sky. Little birds swim through the watery sky.
One of the birds lets out the sound of a goat. The sound of a man screaming in horror. He holds the key.
The long legged goats gallop and try to buck the goat-screeching birds.
The bird lets out a screech that turns into a super sonic BOOM.
then the oceansky and skyocean fuse together.
It is now all one: The oceanosphere.
The whales and birds drift in the watery air together.
The whales attack the
PoetreeNOTE: The poem should have the shape of a tree. If it looks messy, your monitor is too narrow. Press "Ctrl" and "-" until it fits into your monitor, or follow the link in the author's comments. Thank you!Poetree2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In darkness sweet I dream I sleep; my fate to wait till time is ripe
A tender leaf curled in the seed, an idea that would be freed
I dream of bra
SP-STYLE- Normal? chp.2 South Park not normal- STYLE chp.2SP-STYLE- Normal? chp.26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Do you REALLY want to know who I like? I was surprised, but I nodded. He sighed and put his hand on his fore head and looked like he was really frustrated and nervous! He put his had down from his face and looked at me like
He wished he didnt want to say anything; instead he fixed his fingers into a pointing position, and pointed, in front of my face.
I stared at the finger pointing at my face. My mind was blank. I didnt know what to do. I looked from Stans finger to his face. He looked serious. His face was also staring at mine with a not joking kinda face.
W-what? I said. Stan then smirked.
HA HA! Dude! You should see your face! You look as scared
I wanted to say yes.I wanted to say yes.I wanted to say yes.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wanted to take your hand in mine and like a couple of idiots, run through the heavy traffic and pouring rain, and keep at it till our feet resign.
We'd find a tree with branches wide enough with leaves broad or plentiful enough to take shelter under, and there, you'd place your head on my lap as I'd sing you my favorite love song. The song I'd always wanted you to sing to me.
If only I hadn't found out the hard way that your feelings for me are but as thin as an onion's skin and that I could never accept and bow down to no matter how suave your courting style may be. If only I was stupider than what I really am- maybe then I would have reciprocated to your efforts all my yearning I've kept sealed tightly, maybe then we might have had a chance.
When I told you to make things clear and to stop teetering between the fringes of my hopes and dreams and the cruel loneliness that awaits, my blood was already thinning and I was gagging from my silent yet continually flow
The Journal CHP 2 - SP Fan FicChapter Two Keeping SecretsThe Journal CHP 2 - SP Fan Fic4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Hell's Pass Hospital situated far from South Park and nestled back in the mountains had never appeared more cold and uninviting to Kyle. The walls white and glaring closed in on all sides. The doctors and nurses scurrying about the long, empty hallways appeared like ants bustling to and from their work caring little about the short redheaded teen who sat curled in upon himself alone in a stiff plastic chair.
Sitting outside Eric Cartman's hospital room, Kyle stared down at his homework journal. The pages wrinkled and bent as they dried from the snow. Not remembering when he had dropped the book, an officer on the scene had retrieved the item and returned it to the redhead.
Out at Stark's Pond the ambulance had arrived almost the moment Kyle had shut off his cell phone. The boy had crawled back up the snowy bank and huddled next to Cartman's unconscious form. Kyle was glad that the waiting had been brief. The minute the police and medics appeared at th
Book recommendation 03: Muhammad by Martin LingsBook recommendation 03: Muhammad by Martin Lings2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Muhammad: His Life Based on The Earliest Sources
By Martin Lings
Amidst numerous exemplary scholarly works depicting the life of our noble Prophet (peace be upon him), Martin Lings' Muhammad: His Life Based on the Earliest Sources stands out as an exemplary source, providing a whole new account of the life of the Prophet, perhaps new details that haven't been elaborated in other accounts.
Lings provides a wealth of detail on the life of Muhammad, the time and place of many Quranic revelations, and the foundation of Islam, all based exclusively on 8th- and 9th-century Arabic biographical sources and collections of the sayings attributed to Muhammad. General readers will find a well-written, straightforward chronological narrative; Muslim readers will appreciate the favorable treatment of Muhammad; while specialists will find a faithful and convenient rendering of source material.
However, his definitive vivid account of the life of Prophet Muhammad -peace be upon him-,
CloudlessI've seen a blind womanCloudless2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Growing cold outside,
An older image of
Our younger selves.
She wears a shard of mirror
And a broken sword
Screaming "Look at yourself!"
She is the scales; she is the statue,
She is what we should have always been,
But she has long since been replaced by greed.
This eternal rain of dust has fallen
Down upon the scales,
And they're broken,
Rusted, and brown...
What gives you the right to
Take life away?
In the dawning of our darkest hour,
Who says what's right?
What gives us the right to
Take life away?
While these images are cutting through
A cloudless September sky.
AttentionMisha found America agreeable, for the most part there was the Boston traffic, but it wasn't as bad as Moscow's, and the food was overly rich and too abundant. But the people of the city were positively warm compared to the Spartan attitudes he knew, he hadn't had a single dollar stolen from him, and the university kids couldn't keep their eyes off of him. Not even the boys. He'd heard catcalls walking by a gathering of young men, the kind he'd learned to call "bros." It was his hair, maybe, or the way stubble refused to show on his face: in America, you could be anything other people wanted you to be, it seemed.Attention4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He told Sasha about it on the phone, who laughed at him. "You're getting a big head. The Americans are gawking at you because you don't look like them."
"I don't think that's it." Misha took a handful of almonds and threw them in his mouth. He knew Sasha would doubt him he always did, dwelling in what he called his "nativist cynicism." It didn't seem to involve m
Into Your ArmsInto Your Arms4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was just a typical snowy morning in South Park, Colorado. The sky was a clear blue with minimal clouds and the air smelled sweet. A red-headed boy woke to the sound of his alarm clock going off loudly and obnoxiously. He glared at his clock and slammed it off. He sat up, yawning and stretching, not at all excited about the school day ahead. Ruffling his hair, he got up slowly out of bed and donned his green pants, orange jacket, and green hat, barely attempting to brush his hair.
"Kyle, bubie, you're gonna be late for school!" His mother, Shelia Broflovski, called from downstairs. Kyle Broflovski looked back at his clock and realized his mother was right. The bus came in five minutes! He tied his shoes quickly then grabbed his bag and ran downstairs. He ran into the kitchen where is father, little brother Ike, and mother were eating. He grabbed a piece of toast, gave everyone a kiss then ran out the door.
As he closed the door, the cold wind whipped at his cheeks. He began sprinting
Stutter ~ Phan (Part 21)Title : StutterStutter ~ Phan (Part 21)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Phan (AmazingPhil/danisnotonfire)
Rating: If you're this far into the story, you should know by now.
Warnings: Self Harm, Bullying
Author's Notes: In The Description
Phil could feel himself shaking where he stood, clasping his mother’s free hand tightly while her other one chapped on the hollow-sounding, white door. Despite Phil’s numerous attempts to talk her out of it, here they were, stood side by side outside Dan’s house, waiting for someone to answer the door. He hadn't wanted to come but his mother had been insistent, saying that she wanted to meet Dan’s family so they could get to know each other. She tried not to show it but Phil could tell that she was excited and proud that he’d finally managed to make a friend after 15 years of loneliness and, naturally, she wanted to do everything she could to ensure their friendship was guaranteed. All Phil c
paper hearts. Theres a crevice in the wall where she hides her little baby girl, all plastic smiles and mechanical giggles. She cuddles it like it has a soul and speaks to it like it has a name. Its soft rubber skin has been covered with paper hearts and marker stars, and its little plastic ears have been filled with whispers of adoration and love. Its wiry blonde hair has been crossed into braids, twisted up above its head, and she has pulled a dress onto its synthetic body with the brightest little smile. She reminds it that its beautiful, even though it cant hear. She fastens it tight into the beaten pink stroller and skips behind it as it rolls across the pavement, dancing in the sun like there is no tomorrow and yesterday is only a dream.paper hearts.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And maybe she's only six years old, but she knows how babies are made. Not the ones you buy in the store, the ones you have to tear out of the cru
I Don't Like HimTitle: I Don't Like HimI Don't Like Him3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Genre: fluff? Yes, fluff. Always fluff. ._. Sorry.
Rating: uhhh 12.
Warnings: None except a really bad ending. -fails-
Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Howard or Dean Dobbs and this is fictional.
A/N: This came to me last night, so I wrote it in my notebook and decided to type it up and post it. My friends that read it today liked it, so I hope you guys will, too. :3
I don't like him.
I feel like I spend my entire life just repeating that phrase over and over..... And that can't be good for me.
Basically, my life is an endless cycle of reminding myself that I don't like Jack in that way, which, by the way, is way easier to say than it is to believe.
I mean, sure, I like Jack. He's my best friend, after all, and you need to like someone to consider them your best friend. That's not the problem I'm having.
My problem is this crush thing I've recently developed on him. Is it just an if-I-was-gay-I-guess-I'd-maybe-g
A Canterlot Wedding - Missing ScenesThe ponies were all hard at work. Pegasi went about repairing roofs and ceiling ornaments, unicorns spent their time seeing to the restoration of the more complicated features of the palace, and all others busied themselves with the myriad other tasks that needed to be done to get everything back in top condition.A Canterlot Wedding - Missing Scenes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The recent attack brought about by the unexpected and hitherto unknown changelings and their Queen, Chrysalis, had left much of the city damaged. By some miracle there had been no casualties, only a few injuries here and there. Of course it made sense. The changelings were, after all, using the ponies as a food source. It made no sense that they'd want them harmed.
Ponies all about the capital were grateful that the attack had left only structural damage. Damage which was easily rectified. But for one lone unicorns, the damage was far deeper.
Walking along the red carpet of the main hall of the Canterlot royal palace, Captain Shining Armour was looking uncharacteristically fo