I attempted to write a Kyman thing.The front door to the Donovan's house flew open, thudding loudly as the metal knob made contact with the peeling wall on the outside. Kyle stormed out into the vacant, star-lit street, Cartman trailing a few steps behind. Heavy metal poured out of the ajar door after them.I attempted to write a Kyman thing. by Starlightfading
Their footsteps crunched harshly in the ice. As they passed under a lone, moth laden street lamp Kyle shouted over his shoulder, "You're sleeping on the couch tonight, asshole!"
"God, you're such a fucking little bitch. It was just one knife, and it hit the wall." Cartman hissed, glowering at the back of his seething boyfriend's head. "Really, Kahl. You've got to get that sand out of your vagina."
A low, irritable growl reverberated from the back of Kyle's throat as he whirled around to face the larger boy, throwing his fists back and shouting childishly, "I do not have sand in my vagina, Cartman! I'm not a fucking girl!"
"Well obviously you're not fucking a girl, Kyle. You're fucking me." Cartman replied with a smal
The Worst-Best Mistake The sun was setting, leaving a shadowy outline of children from the playground. A small bit of light still peered down, enough to recognize faces and expressions. Although it was not nearly five, the great ball of light hanging in the sky decided to call it a day here at South Park. As it went it left behind coloufrul streaks of pinks and oranges that shimmered on the glistening snow below. Three young boys sat in a circle-shaped form. Stan, the oldest of the three at 10 years old, sat in the front. Behind him sat a ginger, named Kyle, and behind him sat a “larger” boy. Eric, of whom was referred to by his last name Cartman.The Worst-Best Mistake by unicornhearts0000
Cold wind blew, turning their cheeks red and tingly. Stan brought two gloved hands to his chest. Thrashing them erratically while excitedly (and loudly) explaining his story. Kyle watched anxiously, only half listening. His attention was fixated on his pouting friend. A pang of worry and guilt tugged
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