Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil. Craig/Tweek.

A mysterious hairbrush in Stan's pocket is sticking into Kyle's back and he's already pissed.

I think that was when I fell for you. Oneshot sequel to "I'm Still Waiting", Kenny's P.O.V.

-According to you, I'm stupid I'm useless, I can't do anything right. But according to him....

Creek, Tweek freaks out because Craig is suddenly being nice to him, eventual multi-chap.

Kyle is dare by Cartman he have to dress like a girl for a month, he have to deal with perverts and many guys after him.

Stan get's a letter in the mail. And he has to tell Kyle someting very important before he leaves. CryFic and SongFic. YAOI! Style. M for Mature just in case of a second chapter! ;

Butters never thought he wouldn't come back. He always came back. But this time, he didn't. A Bunny song-fic. Sad. D:

Now Stan and his friends are in high school but after so long Stan must now let go of his secret, but in this sad world not everybody will take it so lightly. Stan/Kyle May be Changed from T To M because of later chapters Maybe diffrent pairs later on

What would you do if you were very sick and didn't want your best friend to know? If you couldn't tell your family because they couldn't afford it? What would you say if your best friend's girlfriend found out and might give you away? Welcome to my world

This is where my one-shots live. Story number five: Cold. In Butters dreams, Kenny is always cold.

Stan gusta de Kyle, Tweek gusta de Craig, pero nada ha sucedido. Bueno, entonces es hora de que los dos unan fuerzas. ¿Kenny tiene una idea? A probarla, entonces. Style, Creek, Bunny, Candy, ¿Steek? , ¿Cryle? Y mucho más. FINALIZADO.

Can you read Latin?" I hesitated. "Some, but a lot of it is written in an older style of Latin. I can only make out parts." Faye's eyes scanning the inside of the leather bound text. "I think it's a warning, do you wanna play?" - OC AUDITIONS, SEND IN!

Can you read Latin?" Belle looked up at me. "Some, but a lot of it is written in an older style of Latin. I can only make out parts." I scanning the inside of the leather bound text. "I think it's a warning, do you wanna play?" - OC AUDITIONS, SEND IN

“Kenny,” he says, and he says it in a way that nobody else says my name. Like I’m a person, not a Sex God, not a Poor Boy, not a Waste of Life. Slash, K Squared.

He found a couple of photos in the glove compartment. It hurt to remember.

Bloodrayne’s thoughts when Vampir is away in Scottsdale. “I feel a strange emptiness because you’ve disappeared…I only went along with the whole vampire thing because of you; I don’t even like vampires.” Vampir/Bloodrayne T just to be safe.

There's a school dance coming up at South Park Elementary. Every student must take a perfect match test and go to the dance with whoever they get paired up with. For some, they are happy with who they're paired with. For others, they aren't soo happy...

Okay, so rules inside, plus my first request. Please read - rated M just to be safe :3

Craig Tucker likes things nice and boring. Ever wonder why? South Park's insanity can really take a toll on you. This story is'nt just about Craig, there's subplots with a bunch of other characters' problems.

A Cheshire grin was plastered on Kenny’s face due to the infuriated look painted on his brother. Neither of them spoke but it wasn’t silent, the aura around them was dangerous and taunting to one another.

Another CraigxKyle. I know I have no life, you don't have to tell me!

Kenny is now 16 and is struggling without his mother. His abusive Dad is getting worse by the day and Kenny can see no way out. Will any one help him? Kenny/butters and possible Cartman/butters warning contains violence and male/male realations

Mr. Garrison had the students write a poem about what they care about but not to say what it is. Kyle is the only one with something remarkable on his paper. What did he write about? Better yet, who could it be about? Short pointless story. Review please!

Butters wondered why he did it. Why he was so addicted. Butters' first person P.O.V.