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An Axolotl? (Kenny x non-binary reader) On Hiatus

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as the new kid at school you stay away from a lot of people cause of your PTSD and auto-phobia (fear of being alone) yet you ironically want to be alone, you use a blind-fold to cover your eyes and scars (your half blind because of your crazy mom). you only show your eyes to the people you know you can truly trust (def not Cartman for obvious reasons)

you have a secret, you have the power to regrow body parts like an Axolotl but the regrowing process for you is a lot faster, sort of making you immortal in a way, and you can also grow an Axolotl tail, and gills(or fins, idk) so you can swim and breathe in water (i will draw a pic so you know what i mean and what it looks like) and even if you have your tail and gills(or fins) showing even when not in water you can still breathe normal air.

some people try to be your friend but someone else with similar powers as you catches your eye, who ends up being the one and only  Kenny McCormick. 

(yes i know Kenny can't regrow limbs like that but Kenny is immortal and you with your powers means your technically immortal as well *unless your head gets cut off then idk, apparently Axolotls can regrow the front portion of their brains but idk about the entire head* and being half Axolotl you don't really bleed)All Rights Reserved

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My Poetry Escape by Someone_Invisible15

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.

Sick Of It (Kyle Broflovski X Reader) by DorothyGale12

You have lived in Southpark your entire life but nobody has ever really noticed you, nor have you really noticed any of them. You grew up being a single child and your parents are overally controlling, so controlling that you never have really known your true self. Well your sick of it, and enough is enough. When you start to drasically change yourself, you began to become more noticed throughout the school, which dosnt turn out to be exactly what you hoped for. When you began acting out, Kyle makes it known to you that he is your true friend. The only problem is you think you have fallen for him.. or maybe not you arnt sure because you may have feeling for someone else, but you cant even be sure of that.. Now you arnt to sure if you made the right decision on trying to be your true self, because now your life may not be as boring, but it sure as hell has been alot more difficult. You are sick of it, and sick of all the drama that has plagued your new life. Also there is very, VERY vulgar language and I just want to let every one know I AM NOT RACIST OR A HOMOPHOBE! its just makes a really funny story. And all rights of south park and all the characters go to Matt Stone and Trey Parker.

The right thing (South Park Fanfic.) by The-safeword-is-Bird

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The Dark Entity by twodumbies

Clover Keith was 10 years old when it happened. Her ability to manipulate plants began and she had to learn how to live with it and use it. She is now 15 years old and still has the powers- clorokinesis, which is the ability to control plants. She has learned and used her powers for 5 years, each day learning something new. But she doesn't know why she has these powers, or how she got them. All she knows is that she has them. Her best friend, Astrid Moon, had a similar thing happen to them. Astrid can manipulate the stars and knows plenty about astrology. The two friends don't know if their "powers" are from the same cause but they do know that they want to figure it out. One day, there's news of the mythological being of evil- Baldassare- being real and wanting something from a certain group of people. Clover and Astrid happen to be two of those people. So, the two set off in search of this- supposedly evil- being and their goal is to find out what they want and destroy him if it's anything bad. Will the two friends be safe? Will they find Baldassare and figure out what they want? Will they find the rest of the group the evil being is searching for? And if so- what will happen? Join Clover and the crew on this mysterious adventure and follow them as they explore the ropes of new and old friendship, understanding, hurt, realization, danger, and possibly a little bit of romance along the way.

Alone- Tweek Angst Story- by LizArDKing5908

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Craig of the Dead by Its_Me_Tweek_Tweak

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My Poetry Escape

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.