Kyman Fluff-Fever DreamKyman Fever DreamKyman Fluff-Fever Dream4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For Pika on Hatena
Cartman tapped his fingers idly on his desk, trying to ignore the fact that Mr. Garrison was shooting him nasty glares from the chalkboard. Though his class from South Park's 4th grade class were all juniors now, Mr. Garrison, much to Cartman's dismay, was still their social studies teacher.
"Yo, Stan. Where's Kahl?"
The raven-haired teen's icy blue eyes slipped over to Cartman and he shrugged. "Told me he was sick. Guess he's home."
The fatass banged his notebook on his forehead in anger. He wasn't very good at keeping his crush hidden, and it only made it worse that Kenny was talking about "Putting the moves" on the redhead.
"Eric! Pay attention!"
Cartman glared up at his teacher just as the bell rang. He burst out of his seat with a loud gasp and booked it out of the school.
Kyle's eyes drifted open, staring into Cartman's chocolate brown ones.
"Ah! What're you doing in my room, fatass?!"
He sat up straight and almost s
Kyman- They'll never knowCartmans POVKyman- They'll never know4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They'll never know
How I look at you, when I get lost in your beauty, when I try my best to take you in. The way you run your fingers through your hair, or the way your articulate sentences flow from your slender throat. The way you stand with your hands in your pockets, as if you haven't a care in the world. In class, when the teacher is rambling on and your bored, you look so awkwardly cute, you seem to not fit in, but you do fit in, if that makes any sense?, you slouch lazily and let your mind wander, I think about what goes on through your head when you're in that state. When your happy, you smile and talk without a hint of nervousness, you don't make your presence acknowledged loudly or shrink in the corner, you remain a comfortable, reliable fixture. If you and the others knew how much I study you, well maybe observe is a better word, they'd think I'm crazy and I'm sure you would too. Though I have a vain hope that maybe you'll be slightly compassionate an
Careful, AliceShe spun around so gracefully, her blade gleaming from the blood splattered across its surface. As the last eyepot fell to the ground dead, she slowed to a halt, regaining her breath.Careful, Alice4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Cheshire chuckled at her, "Care for some tea, love?"
"After that encounter? I'd rather eat paste."
He strode over to her, butting his head into her shoulder, indicating she could lean on him.
He walked her over to a slight ledge, helping her sit. Alice flinched as she moved, one of the eyepots having struck her quite viciously across her back when she was turning to attack her other foes.
"Alice, what's wrong?"
She clenched her teeth as the fabric of her dress brushed across the fresh wound.
He moved around to stand behind her, and paused for a moment, concentrating hard, feeling a rush of energy course through his veins, letting it drift through his every cell, pulling him, changing him. Cheshire shuddered, disliking the adjustment of limbs. He knelt next to Alice,
Protecting the Antichrist - Chapter OneProtecting the Antichrist - Chapter One3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I screamed at the sight of my mother. She had a set of forks in her neck, blood was spilling everywhere. Her teal colored pajamas were blood spattered. Her mouth was open in a silent scream. I was only five, so seeing this petrified and scarred me.
"Momma!" I cried as I ran towards her. She was nearly dead, but I didn't want to believe it.
Before I could even get two feet from her, somebody grabbed me. I gasped and turned around as the person draped me over their shoulder.
The person holding me was Robert Thorn, and he was also holding his son. Damien was unconscious and seemed to be in a deep sleep. I began kicking and screaming harder.
"Let me go!" I shouted, my ponytail becoming loose. I was aggravated, my face turning red.
"Let me go, you killed my momma!" I screamed louder, this time trying to claw my way out.
Robert ran towards his car, still holding Damien and I. He put us in the car, me in back and Damien in the front seat next to his father. We sped towards the country road.
His Butler's Daughter chapter 1Sebastian looked to his new "wife" dressed in a white outfit and veil, or rather had been. Not only hours before were they pronounced married. Now Ciel Michealis laid under the covers in their bed and sleeping. Sebastian smiled, the consummation of their marriage leaving a good effect on him, to.His Butler's Daughter chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He looked around the hotel room smiling even wider, it felt like forever since they first admitted love to one another. Now here they were, married. The eightteen year old demon opened his eyes, one red and one purple. Ciel smiles and snuggled tired to his butler, now husband.
"You're still awake... Hmm... Wouldn't mind some more duties as your spouse." Ciel said smiling.
"Such suggestive language of a young lord~" Sebastian teased playing with the younger's hair.
"Oh quiet, and love me." He said kissing his husband again. The room filling with moans of pleasure as the two made love for the second time that night.
Once they returned from their honeymoon to the Phantomhive estate, the
Kyman- SilencePrologueKyman- Silence3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's really hard for me to not cry right now.
On this cold, bitter January morning where I was losing my best friend and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Believe me, I could kick and scream and beat some sense into him until he was black and blue, but what use would that be?
I can see the hurt in his eyes, as he walks over to me to say our goodbyes. If this was a normal day, I'd still be sleeping, but I haven't slept at all. I wasn't even supposed to come and see him leave, but I felt like I had to. I look terrible, petrified and miserable. My eyes are still unashamedly swollen from the tears I had cried hours ago. Stan didn't mind me coming over, his parents didn't either, since it was another set of hands to help with the last minute packing.
But Stan was glad for a different reason, I always notice the spring in his step, the way the air seems to carry his words carelessly. You could call me a fag for getting wound so tight about this. But it's Stan a
A Burlesque Love Story CH.1When Damien Thorn met Bella, he had no idea she'd one day be his wife. Not a clue. Especially since he probably never saw himself marrying a Burlesque Dancer.A Burlesque Love Story CH.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It started years ago, Damien Thorn was with his cousin, Mark Thorn, and his brother Adrian Paymon. Mark and Adrian were really concerned about Damien. He was all work and no play at it was obviously getting to him... In a VERY bad way, at that. After finding out he was the Antichrist and that he had a brother, he was always all about work. He barely talked to anyone lately unless it involved business or academy work, Damien Thorn needed some fun.
Which led to that night, Where Adrian and Mark dragged Damien to a special place to eat. A Burlesque Lounge.
"Can we please just do this some other time, it's late." Damien insisted.
"NO. Dude your like in a slump and you need to get out of it. We go here every now and again to cheer us up, it has good food and quality live entertainment." Adrian said not daring to let his yo
A LIVING HELL: The beginning of a nightmare ch.1A LIVING HELL: The beginning of a nightmare ch.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A LIVING HELL
CHAPTER 1: IN THE BEGINNING OF A NIGHTMARE.
The cold October air blew through the cozy orphanage as the children played inside being watched by the adults running it. Everything was quiet and calm in the building which was odd because the children were normally noisy and hectic. Then one of the Nuns heard a loud knock on the door and walked to open it only to find a child on the door step with a note pinned to the it's silk blanket. The note was in another langue and the nun was confused by it. She had never had this kind of thing happen for her before; never once had she had a child just dropped off at the door step of the orphanage. The nun being as confused as she was then picked up the child and brought it inside where she then heard it begin to cry. Its cry sounded more like a banshee scream then an infant child crying. She quickly brought the baby to where the kids and adults were so they could discuss more about it. The priest saw her looking quite puzzl