Scratch ThatScratch That by Cezille07
I'm choking. But I've been dying inside for years now, so I just wanted to get this off my chest and say goodbye, I guess. I bought three bottles of sleeping pills, and I've downed them all. It's weird; it's a different kind of high. I wouldn't recommend it.
I've been having the craziest dreams before I started taking sleeping pills. Dreams of you, Kyle, and they persist into my waking hours even when I do. I've become obsessed for some reason, and I couldn't accept it.
You must be wondering what I'm telling you for, but for what it's worth, I'll tell you a secret.
You were a good friend to me You are my stability I lo
A large blotch of blurry ink blocked out the small paragraph following this. It was written in pencil, a stupid object to be writing such a letter with. Kyle got the feeling Cartman wanted to be done with this letter at that point, but kept writing in his frenzied state.
Party TrickSouth Park is owned by Matt Stone and Trey ParkerParty Trick by cell12
WARNING: Cartman's party trick is completely made up by myself and it is not something anyone should ever try for themselves. It is dangerous, stupid and could lead to serious injury or even death.
"Hey guys has Cartman ever shown you his amazing party trick?" Kenny asked while trying to look innocent.
Stan, Kyle and Kenny were all over at Cartman's house sitting around the TV in the living room.
South Park wasn't exactly a fun place to hanging-out with friends. The Town itself was almost always icy cold - only heating up for a few brief weeks in summer. During this time the town's children and teens seemed to go mad with a craving for sunbathing and outdoor activities. Sadly the snow and cold returned way too soon. Teenage boys, too young to drive a car but old enough to want some independence, were left with the choice of; hanging out at the crappy local mall and ru
HypothermiaIt began, as it always does, with a snide, offhand comment, and down came the avalanche.Hypothermia by Cezille07
Boulders rumbled and tumbled into the void below, unsuspecting. One after another, colossal blocks of rolling ice poured down into the ground. Trees were shaved off the earth by this unstoppable force; and the howling winds, the desolate screams of the life being buried within this catastrophe, the drowned voices of helpless passers-by, and indeed all breath stopped at the tirade streaming from the top of Kyle's lungs.
"I...am so SICK of you, Cartman!" His voice seethed with rage. He pointed a gloved finger at the other boy, whose outward indifference only served to fuel his anger further. "You have no idea how fucking tired I am of hearing you blab on and on about my people and my stupid culture and my embarrassing hair and my greediness! Just about everything that comes out of your mouth makes me want to vomit! You have no remorse! You never learn! You don't care about anything but
SunsetThe cold wind relentlessly blew upon the face of the earth, it seemed to Eric Cartman, who lay spread-eagle on his rooftop. The wind made no regard for the fact that it was supposedly the middle of summer, or the hottest hour of the afternoon. It was cold all over, cold inside, where his jacket couldn't keep him warm. Eric fixed his eyes on his zenith, wondering at the interplay of colors on the utterly confused skyline. Dusk was approaching fast, and the pale blue was slowly being overtaken by the fierce orange-red.Sunset by Cezille07
It made him think of Kyle and Stan, and sometimes Kenny when the hue was just right. It made him think, where on earth was his place among those three, if something as natural as the heavens disagreed with his intent to remain with them? It made him doubt—and he disliked doubting. What was he supposed to do with this sky?
The wind stung, and he closed his eyes. A sweet face filled the gap between sight and nothingness: a smiling Kyle, midway between laugh
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