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
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
The TypewriterThe TypewriterThe Typewriter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come quickly! I've gone an' done it!" he shouted. I turned just as he poked his head into the room with a bright smile across his face.
"What did you do?" I asked as I walked towards his study. Chris had said those same words nearly twelve times this week. Every other day he had called me in for some discovery.
I pushed open the door t
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
South Park-Kiss me Kyle Kiss me, Kyle~South Park-Kiss me Kyle6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I thought I was always a streight dude... up until about 5 months ago... I think I am bi now! Scratch that, I KNOW I am bi now! How did I become bi? And who with? Well, I started having dreams of me and my best friend Kyle. The first 'gay' dream I had was me making out with Kyle. I thought 'it's just a dream, I can get over it...' but I kept having more and more dreams. I kept saying to myself that I wasn't gay, OR bi! Soon enough, I started getting wet dreams. GAY wet dreams. it was about after 3 and a half months later that I excepted I was bi. I'm definately not gay, because I totally dig girls... I think. Anyway, after having all those g
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..."
LA:Ballad of the Windfish SongBallad of the Windfish: Link's VersionLA:Ballad of the Windfish Song7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I could see,
The storm then,
As it came near me.
I was struck,
By the sea,
And I fell.
I sailed up,
On the shore,
And you came to me.
You saved me,
So that I,
Could go on.
But there is one thing,
Which so pains me that I must now say,
I won't forget,
The Journal CHP 5 - SP Fan FicChapter Five Makes Us SomethingThe Journal CHP 5 - SP Fan Fic4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Kyle sat on the top most step of the Marsh's staircase. Below him in the living room sat his parents with Stan's mother and father. Stan was in the bathroom down the hall, puking up his dinner for what seemed to be the fifth time that evening. Shame, Kyle thought to himself, Mrs. Marsh's fried chicken had been pretty good that night. The redhead propped his chin in his hands and rested his elbows on his knees. A few seconds later Stan emerged from the bathroom and flopped down beside his boyfriend. The two gave the other a sideways glance. Stan wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. Kyle raised an eyebrow.
"Well, ready to do this?" Stan whispered.
Kyle's hand found Stan's. The redhead squeezed it tight. He stood up, pulling the other boy with him. They eyed the staircase before them, listening to the small talk of their parents drift from the living room. Mrs. Broflovski's nasally voice boomed above the rest. Stan shifted in place when he hear
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
You were cold insideYour lips tasted ofYou were cold inside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
summer, of warm days and
relaxing by the
pool side and
smiling against the sun.
You should have been too hot,
too sticky, too humid.
You should have
overheated, should have
melted into your bones until
they turned to ashes, but
it never happened.
I suppose I should have
seen it coming, but
I was so moonstruck over
the way you said my name, so
in love with the idea
of love, that I
didn't notice the way
your eyes bled
Chocolate ChaosRandom pastry movement: brownie in motion.Chocolate Chaos5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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.
Don't Give me a Reason to Sell My SoulDon't give me a reason to sell my soul, she should have said.Don't Give me a Reason to Sell My Soul4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead, she just stared at the man on the screen in front of her, the man with his long, drooping skin, tired eyes, haggard face and balding head. He was hardly the admiral we had once known. She said "I don't have any desire to do it," and then quickly, "but I'll follow my orders, if you give them to me."
There was fright in her eyes. She gripped the edges of the captain's chair and bit her cheek, fighting off inevitable tears. But not here. She couldn't cry now. People relied on her to be strong. What people she wasn’t sure, but someone, somewhere, surely. She had to believe that.
"Those are your orders," the man said, sinking heavily into his chair. "I trust you'll carry them out."
She snapped off communications with ill-hid despair. Her blonde hair, thin and almost colorless, hung around her face like a fallen halo, fading with every sin. Her lips were tight, her cheeks drawn, and her eyes stared out of bru
break"Is....this..." his voice cried out in my ear, desperate whispers, "enough?" Ohhh he moved in that light like it was made for him. Slender arms and a slick torso, all of which were painted with our desires in those moments. Stark red against warm, pale skin. My voice was low as i comforted him, rocking against his hips and pulling him closer to me, my mouth greedily pressed against his collarbones. "Just purr for me..." He was passion turned liquid... every fiber of who he was coated my mouth like fire and slipped down my throat to remind me that i belonged there.break4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My head spun so fast i couldnt keep myself upright and we fell down into the blankets, soft silk stained with cold blood. it moved against him and against me as we writhed, daring the lights to go out, to hide our shame as i took everything he could offer into my mouth....It was never enough... our limbs tangled like spider legs and our mouths never went without kissing or sucking s
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
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-,
The Stick PeopleIn a town called Rushing Water, there lived a woodcarver with no face.The Stick People3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When we were small, my brothers and I, Daddy would sometimes take us to visit her. We would sit there at her kitchen table, amazed, as this woman with no eyes – and indeed no nose or mouth – would pour out our tea without spilling a drop.
I was frightened of her because she looked so strange, so grotesque. All the other days of my life, I encountered people with faces – square faces, oval faces, faces round and smiling like the moon with slanted eyes or big dark ones or little beady bird eyes. Snub noses, Romans or long, thin, birdlike ones like mine. Yet here was a woman with none of that or any of the faculties that come with those organs.
As a little girl, I dreaded our visits to the faceless woodcarver. But now that I've grown up I miss most all the memories of my childhood, even the somewhat unpleasant ones, so I sometimes let them wander through my mind even when they aren't invited. So I remember the woodcarv
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
Naughty Irish SpiritsPoor Molly Deegan was so very tired. She had done her nightly rituals in a stupor and when her fiery red head hit the pillow, she was gone into dreamland without a stray thought.Naughty Irish Spirits4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her corgi's barks jolted Molly back to wakefulness and this, she couldn't ignore. With a muttered oath, she flung the blankets back and swung her feet over the side of the bed. She cringed at the cold air and grabbed a throw from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around her self. A blue streak of curses trailed along behind her as she stomped into the kitchen to investigate.
She was momentarily shaken out of her foul mood when she saw that the kitchen was undisturbed. She stood in sleepy dumbness until she realized that there was a glow from the garage window.
Walking outside, Molly saw that the garage door was ajar and peering inside, she saw Aedan heaving the last of the broken shards of glass into the recycling bin, the partial logo on the shard revealing that it was one of her college bar glasses.
Literal Futurist FeministEvery so often, humans make an innovation which changes their world forever. Fire, steel and computers are obvious examples of technological innovations. Equally important to technology are ideas which innovate people socially. Galileo's idea that the earth revolved around the sun or the American Founding Fathers' ideas about how government should be run are among numerous other examples. These ideas, often controversial and even revolutionary for their time, tended to require groups of people or movements to keep such ideas from being destroyed before they could be shared. The feminist movement has been both praised and scorned for their efforts to preserve and share numerous ideas to varying degrees. In particular, in her "Feminist Manifesto," Mina Loy helped to share the idea that gender roles were highly constrictive on both sexes with a rather remarkable insight for how things ultimately turned out.Literal Futurist Feminist3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
According to Loy, traditional gender roles are no longer valid in modern society.
Shh.Shh.Shh.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want you to cry.
This is my mistake
I have died.
Forget about me
I am no bird.
No weightless beauty
I find so absurd
Your love for me is strange,
But I cannot deny how loved I felt
To embraced by you
Your love is what I felt
Our hearts in sync
Our breathing the same
You're so sweet
Just a little like poison
You were addictive
I was so gullible.
Now look where we are
All because of your perfection
Your eyes may cry
But I know you're just laughing
So hush my darling
I am not mad at you
This was my mistake
This came of Cat and Mouse
Has finally reached it's bitter end
Look who's left
The greedy mouse
Left empty handed
You took what you could get
And left a champion
The mouse has finally won
But you miss me don't be crazy
You're crying now aren't you?