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.
his name was GabrielHe was oh so warm that night as he wrapped his arms around me and i buried myself in his chest. He was twice my size and twice as thin but those spidery arms always knew how to hold me close. I smelled like stale cologne in stark contrast to his lovely faint and flowery fragrance.. he was always a step ahead of me... always a tad bit more... But it didnt matter then. I was wrapped in his velvet arms and the whole world was crashing down around us. No proof of his existence, no proof of the love we shared... only swollen purple bruises and smudged black blotches. He was my safe place within those torn down walls. He was the only one who never saw all of the ugliness i hid under my mask. But he wasnt there to keep me safe or to make me happy... he was there to prove his point to the world... and so he did, for the cost of my broken heart in his hands...his name was Gabriel4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never forgot that night in the cemetery or those days spent curled up on the couch. I never forgot all the stars falling down around u
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
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.
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 49Dead Bite: An Undead Story 49Dead Bite: An Undead Story 492 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jordon saw his leader shut the heavy metal door of the room they lived in inside the warehouse. He barely acknowledged Jordon, who was alone in their home. Jorel was being secretive and quiet…more than he usually was.
As George and Dylan went out every night to feed, Jordon had been coming back, still fearful of using his powers in the deep night. He would’ve thought after almost a decade he would be more used to disintegration techniques, but he preferred small parlor tricks on more awake people to get his fill. And during this time, Jorel had opted to go out even later than the others, but somehow always made it his business to arrive before George got back.
Something was up with him.
“Where’ve you been?” Jordon asked nonchalantly, picking at a deck of cards in his lap. “Any good feeding?”
Jorel was short with him. “It was fine.” He completely ignored the fir
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 45Dead Bite: An Undead Story 452 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 45
The humans had known there was something different Matt, but they were not quite sure what it was. Nonetheless, they would not risk his escape or their safety.
The curly-headed cambion had tried to pull Jordon to safety. Under George’s powers, the FBI had piddled around, fighting amongst them. Matt took the opportunity to get Jordon to his feet and up the service stairs to the attic. Unfortunately, the spell had worn off too quickly, and the FBI had found their hiding spot after one of Jordon’s coughing fits had revealed it.
Despite his own situation, Matt was glad that the authorities just thought that Jordon was an innocent hostage. At least, the last time he had seen them, that is what Matt had gathered.
Now he was sitting in a maximum security prison, awaiting his fate. A guard approached the cell, tapping his nightstick on the bars. “You have a visitor.”
A small seedy man in a pat
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
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 53Dead Bite: An Undead Story 53Dead Bite: An Undead Story 532 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So his lover had come. His EX-lover. Or soon-to-be.
Matt waited for Jorel’s light tap on the door, an almost invisible sensation to him, but his hand was already on the knob. The door swung open to reveal a smiling Italian face, but the grin quickly faded as Jorel realized that Matt was not happy.
The teenager glared at his boyfriend, slamming the door shut and relishing in the action. He knew that Jorel would be pleading on the other side, imploring for an answer to this unexpected greeting. One of the benefits of being deaf was that you didn’t have to listen to bullshit like this. Matt scribbled hurriedly on a piece of paper and slipped it through the mail slot.
Jorel would be reading, [Fuck off. I don’t want to see you ever again.]
Satisfied, the curly-haired boy returned to his bed, throwing his covers up over his head. Although he was the one to break it off, why did his heart hurt so m
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
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 54Dead Bite: An Undead Story 54Dead Bite: An Undead Story 542 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jordon was irate. It had been several weeks since George had visited Matt, and Jorel was still trying to atone for hiding his secrets from his lover. Ironic, since George had never revealed to his lovers what he was. To think Jorel could’ve pulled the same move and maybe Jordon wouldn’t be here. Jordon laughed a little inside at the thought, but then remembered he would be dead if that had happened.
Jorel had been bringing the human around their cambion family more and more. First it started off by Jorel insisting Matt come to the Creep Show any time he wasn’t working or sleeping. Jorel made sure he was there. And this led to Jorel opening the Creep Show pretty much every night; the cambions did not have to really hunt when prey was coming to them.
Then Jorel had invited Matt to join in their circles, pulling him further from the humans; Matt would stay late into the deep night, even after a
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.
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
Of Art and Roses (Ib reader insert pt.12) I’m aware I forgot the “Sorrowful Bride” room. But hey, can we imagine I didn’t forget it?Of Art and Roses (Ib reader insert pt.12)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The second sculpture was fairly disturbing. It was a head carved into stone, with dark eyes. The face looked really sad . . .
It was titled “Melancholy”. Understandable. You noticed that Ib was looking at the title rather questionably. It’s reasonable that she wouldn’t know what melancholy means. Most teens don’t even know.
“Melancholy, huh? Well really, who wouldn’t be in this place?” Garry said before shuffling over to the next sculpture. Ib seemed confused, and looked up at y
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
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
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
Bennoda Fan Fic : BlindBlindBennoda Fan Fic : Blind6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After the few second of disappeared, Mike was caught sitting in the cold bathroom floor, hands reaching around with fumble. He said with angrily husky voice when met Chesters eyes of confuse.
Could you just help me out? Youre a good friend, man, standing and letting me help myself alone like this.
Chester raised his eyebrows. Could you just tell me what the hell are you doing here at 10pm? He talked back.
I lost my contact. Mike said and tossed his head back to look for his lost thing that possibly be somewhere on the wet floor again.
Chester sank down aside Mike and helped him find some little fragile and throughout contact. It was hard as now the bathrooms floor splashed after Mike took some shower just a moment earlier. Two men were trying to fumble all over the floor and avoided to step on it.
Mike turned to Chest. He sat on his knees and hands like he was crawling. Mikes eyes met the curve of Chests bottom rel
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
The pressure released and Patrick clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring. He heard the strike of a match and a blown breath. The smell of acrid smoke filtered through the hood. The hand returned, grabbing his head and ripping the hood off, taking a fistful of hair with it. Candlelight flickered from a table beside him. He looked at the woman, but
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