.:Mouth Park: The Rod of Truth:. by Ask---Kyle, literature
Literature
.:Mouth Park: The Rod of Truth:.
Prologue
Cermien sat on his throne in the Knight Kingdom. He was the king of them, the leader of the knights, keeping the Rod of Truth safe from those dirty Goblins, and their ruler. It was not an easy job, but it was one that he had to do. The fate of the world was at stake, and he wasn't going to let it be taken over by them.
"My King?" a voice asked from behind the ten year old.
"What the hell do you want, Batters?"
"I have word from Stakley that the Goblins are at it again, sir. A few of them have been spotted close to here," the smaller boy said, bowing low to the ground.
"Those mother fuckers!" Cermien growled, gripping his sword t
.:South Park: Help Is Here:. by Ask---Kyle, literature
Literature
.:South Park: Help Is Here:.
Chapter 2
Kenny paced around his living room, his blue eyes full of worry. It had been an hour since he had last talked with Kyle, and the shorter boy still wasn't here. The blonde was beginning to worry more as each moment went by. Thoughts that he didn't want to think about buzzed around his mind like a bunch of bees.
What if Cartman got home and told him to come over, and he couldn't say no? What if he found out about what we were up to and is keeping him there against his will? What if-
The 16 year old's train of thought was broken by a knock at his door. He stepped carefully over his two parents, who were still passed out on the floor
.:South Park: Help Is Here:. by Ask---Kyle, literature
Literature
.:South Park: Help Is Here:.
Chapter 1
Rain poured down from the sky, lightning flashed, and thunder boomed. It was Saturday morning, and there wasn't much to do in the small town of South Park on a rainy, stormy, day such as today. Kenny sighed as he looked out the window, watching the rain run down the glass. His mother and father were passed out on the floor, which didn't surprise him at all. His little sister Karen was away at a friend's house for the weekend, leaving him alone, besides his parents, but he might as well have been home alone. They'd only get drunk again once they woke up, or start another fight with each other.
There's nothing to do today. It's goin