Cartman Eric Novels & Stories

Overall, he doesn’t look like a bad person. “Eric Cartson. The twin of Kevin, younger than him by a few seconds. We don’t look alike since we are not identical twins. I’m younger than him, probably by a point two sec. Diff? How about playing sports? Do you like playing sports? You look weak. Should let you gain a few muscles.” “Eric…” sighed Randy, not knowing how to stop his mouth. Eric Cartson, just like his twin Kevin, looks pretty energetic. But looks a bit more athletic by looking at his arms. Just like his brother, they have green eyes and light brown hair. But one must admit that they both need a haircut.

Eric looked at me not remembering he had met them the first day at my apartment. I explained who they were, and he was confused. “Do you remember this man?” he asked pointing to the man who confronted us at the vehicle while we were waiting for Jackson to arrive with Cami. “Yes, I do. Why did you paint all these people?” I asked. “When I paint, I do not know what I will paint. It is all done abstract, like I go into a trance of sorts,” Eric explains.

To be honest, they had been there before with thoughts of Larry. That brought a moment of silence, then we all laughed. Eric was about five feet nine inches tall with strait blond hair, brown eyes, and a dark tan like Larry. Unlike Larry, he's muscular, but rail thin with each muscle on his frame standing out proudly. His eyes are his outstanding feature, though they always remind me of a content cat, confident and penetrating, brown and slightly slanted. His shoulders were muscled and smooth, his chest well-defined. I could see the wheels turning after he laughed. I could also see the bulge in his trunks. I have to admit, I took a couple short breaths myself. "That's a good idea," Eric said

Tom knew he might be the first to speak aloud on their deck---this didn't feel as if it were going to be a positive accolade to achieve. Footsteps caught Tom's attention. "You are Tom Smith of Records?" Tom couldn't place the Zen speaking to him. He felt strangely relieved to have been spoken to before having to speak. It was almost as if he were being spared the insult himself. There were going to be plenty of opportunities for Tom to break tradition among their people; he would welcome any chance to shrug that dubious honor off. "I am. My apologies---you are?" The man blushed lightly, "I am Scientist Eric. I specialize in bloodlines. I spend most of my time in Science. Don't apologize for

I never had this feeling when I walked through town, but Windstone truly was something else. I imagined us walking through town with our little prince or princess in our arms. It was crazy of me to think that, but I just couldn't get that happy picture out of my head. "Eric!" Denjiel suddenly shouts, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Denjiel, what's up man?" The man, Eric, says who is walking towards us. Eric is a fierce man, a fierce ginger. He has a small stubble beard, which fits him perfectly.

Eric paused and said, “Pretty good. I’m bustling for peanuts though, and it’s far from what you guys are making. Everything’s hard in the beginning, but I think leaving my family and opening up a business myself was the best decision I made. I moved my office to a bigger place. We have about over a hundred people, and the annual profit is enough for me to play around. Oh yeah, when’s sis-in-law coming back to the capital?” He was, of course, referring to Arianne. The latter grimaced. “Not planning to for the time being.” Catching a slight frown on Mark, Eric changed the subject. “The barbecue looks good and there are lots of people eating here. I’ll have a taste.” Tiffany’s eyes widened and

All these news were hard to digest. ”By any chance,” Carter started, looking towards Eric, “do you know the name of the guy who did all of these?” Eric scrunched his eyebrows, thinking for a moment. “I am not sure...Simon haven’t really used his name but I think I heard him call the guy Jason.” My eyes widened in surprise. “Tall and well-built with brown eyes and blond hair with a scar splitting one of his eyebrows?” I asked. “Yeah. So you know him?” I nodded. “He was in the same football team as me and Carter. Still is.”

I won’t stay mad since it’ll only make me look like a kid. “Don’t worry about it, and for Justin. I can see that he was just acting tough,” I said and heard someone snort. I looked at the man who clearly was trying not to lose it. “Sorry about my brother. My name is Kevin Cartson, and this is my younger brother Eric. You see, my brother is trying his best not to laugh at what Justin had just done. What I do, I guess you can say I’m the babysitter of the chaotic group.”

I turned around to see that a man had approached Eric. "Hey, Eric! How is it going? It's me, Hart," a burly looking man adorned with hideous tattoos on his arms said. He wore a sweaty vest and he smelt like shit. Maybe that was a slight exaggeration on my part, but he smelled really bad. Eric looked at the man, but his face remained calm and devoid of any emotion. It was clear to me that he disliked the man. "Hello, Hart," he replied simply. I took a sip of wine as I tried to ignore what his smooth voice was doing to me.

He quickly walked ahead of them. "Wait up," said Kevin. Eric didn't mean to listen to their commotions. He didn't have a choice since they were right next to him, so he couldn't avoid it. So, why does he have to be upset. Now, more irritated than before, he speed up, leaving the team running behind him. They stumbled upon a farmer. Eric saw him with some horses. He thought it would be quicker if they rode instead of walking. So, he bought five of them from him. They quickly made it into the Cursed Land.