Rosalynn is a teenage girl whose family out-of-the-blue moves from a seaside town in California to the little mountain town of South Park, Colorado. She's happy about the move: a chance to restart where no one can judge her. Her sister does not feel the same way about the move, but the doesn't stop Rosalynn from doing her best to find as many new friends. In the crazy town of South Park, anything can happen, and Rosalynn finds that out right away. Life out in South Park will be a change for the better if she has anything to say about it. (Disclaimer! This is not a Reader Insert story. Sorry!) (Highest Ranking that I saw: #2 in South Park. Thank you so much for that!)

*The Sequel to Out in South Park* Rosalynn is a teenage girl whose family finally decided to settle down in the quite little mountain town that is South Park, Colorado. She made tons of friends, fell deeply in love, and felt like she had never left that city all those years ago. Now, right when everything is being set in stone, life comes along and takes it away from her. Kenny McCormick's ability to never die seems to be gone, and it looks like he's never coming back, and Rosalynn is broken. She can't stop living though, and she has promises to keep, as well as a single date to work towards. She's been tangled in the South Park life, which is fine by her.

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highest rank - #1!! in creepypasta, #40 in fanfiction Brooklynn may only be 6, but she already hates her life. Her father is cheating on her mother. Her mom knows he is cheating, but just drinks away the pain of a broken heart. Her brother does drugs in his room all day. Nobody wants Brooklynn. The only friends she has are her dollies. They listen to her. They help her through this very tough time. But, they can only do so much. Brooklynn had imaginary friends. The only issue with this is... They weren't imaginary.

Secrets. Some are best hidden from the world and from other people. Although, the more secrets that build up, the angrier a person may get.

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

The one thing every living creature has in common is fear. Fear keeps us alive, drives us forward, and makes us still. Jeff the Killer thought he knew everything about fear. He was an artisan, and fear was his craft. Until the day he met the girl who didn't feel fear at all. COVER ART BY KAWACY ON DEVIANTART

After witnessing the horrible murders of your parents at the age of 7, you haven't been the same since. You become a mute, shutting yourself out from the world, not doing much. The only company you have are the voices in your head and books. Reading became one thing you loved to do, as well as music. When you finally turn (your age), your adoptive parents try to cheer you up by taking you to the library. Once you get there, you feel a pair of eyes on you. After a week of being paranoid of everyone and everything, your foster parents go on a business trip. You know that whoever is after you, will attack soon. Will you survive the attack? Who has been watching you and what do they want with you?

One single night can change your life forever. For the young woman who decided to walk into an alleyway in search of a child's cry for help, it left her stranded in a unexpected predicament. She had a chance meeting with a certain sadistic, monochrome clown and now she had NO WAY of getting rid him. However, on one quiet evening, she thought, as she watched the clown peacefully sleep next to her; "...Maybe I don't want him to leave...", she whispered lovingly as her slender fingers played with the clown's long, black hair... ________________________________________________ {I DO NOT OWN LAUGHING JACK, CREDIT GOES TO SNUFFBOMB}