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The Eggman Empire - Chapter ThreeSonic sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. He didn’t think things could get any worse for him. Not only had he failed his master over and over again, but to be demoed to the worst status any being could be handed.
“No… I can’t just sit here and take that!” Sonic said, getting up to his feet and throwing on his hat. “I’ll prove to Master that I can be useful! That I can do my duties if he just gives me a chance!” He opened the window, feeling both determined and frightened. How would Master take it if he just vanished like this? He probably would think he ran off…
“I’ll just leave a note. That way he knows I’ll return.” He ripped out a page from a notebook, scribbled a quick note, then took off. “Don’t worry, Master… I’ll return as soon as I capture one of the renegades! I should go for the strongest one… That way he will be most pleased with me! And that should be
Lost Hearts - Chapter ThreeTails coughed as he ran through the smoke, trying to use his tails to blow it away from Cream and Cheese as he lead them to safety.
“Keep going until you hit the woods. Your mother and other Mobians will be there. Tell them to start leaving immediately!”
“Got it… Thanks Mr. Tails.” Cream had a brace face, but her whole body was shaking with fear.
“Go now! We’ll be heading that way as soon as we can!” He informed her, watching as she took off with Cheese in her arms. Knuckles soon appeared next to him, splotched by ashes and smelling of smoke.
“We can’t put it out! Every time we manage to put an area out, by the time we return it’s in flames again!”
“Then the person who started them in the first place is still here…” Tails said, looking about. “Did everyone escape?”
“As much as I know. I can tell you this though… This fire isn’t natural.”
“What do you me
Night of the Vampire Chapter 2 V2Sonic skid to a halt as he reached town. Being at night though, not many people were out. He didn’t care. He knew the vampires wouldn’t dare attack him with witnesses around… Would they? He walked down the streets, scanning the windows like he was just doing some late night shopping. Outside he looked calm and relaxed, but inward he was panicking.
‘So tonight was the night,’ He thought, shivering as a cold wind blew past. He paused, hearing footsteps close behind him. He pretended to be interested in something at the window as he sneaked a glance.
“Damn it… It’s that messenger. Lonna, or something?” He muttered to himself as the orange raccoon slowly stalked toward him, pretending to be another innocent bystander. “How did she catch up so quickly?”
‘Never mind.’ He thought to himself. ‘I just need to stay amongst others. She wouldn’t dare try anything while there are so many people around.
Race to the Finish - Song FicSong: Revvin' Up by Crush 40.
Well, at last time has come.
Sonic tapped the steering wheel with slight impatience. He could have sworn that before each race, the time to the green light got slower.
'Probably my imaginationů' He smiled. He could ever hardly wait for a good race, even if it was in a car instead of his feet.
"On your marků"
Sonic glanced over to his side. Shadow paid no attention to any of the other drivers. He merely stared ahead, as though concentrating on the road. The blue hedgehog knew Shadow was still mad at the referee for choosing them two to pair up.
'I don't see why he is still madů We're both still in first place.'
"Good luck, Sonic!" Sonic looked behind him to see Tails waving. Sonic smiled and shouted back,
"Thanks, Tails! Good luck to you, too!"
"Tails, stop talking to our enemies." Knuckles scolded him, winking to Sonic to show he was joking.
They all quickly focused back to the path ahead. Sonic and Tails braced their feet against the g
Night of Vampires Chapter 1 V2Sonic hugged himself as a cold breeze rush past. He didn't know what to do anymore. He felt betrayed. Betrayed by the Oracle who he trusted his entire life and betrayed by his own mother... What about his father? Is that why he was never seen? Because he was a true vampire and not an Anti life his mother...?
"What do I do?!" He cried, slamming his fist against the tree. "Bad enough they keep it a secret all of these years... But I don't get a choice?" He shook his head and jumped down onto the frozen ground. He felt like he didn't know who he was anymore... He lived his life a hero, as Sonic the Hedgehog. Now he was being told he was truly a vampire princess, whose fate was to be wed to a vampire king. He sighed sadly and walked back home. Ever since he got the news, he just couldn't run anymore. In fact he didn't even bother with fighting Eggman. Strangely enough, Eggman seemed to have noticed his mood and decided to take a break from it all. Sonic inwardly thanked Eggman for that.. H
SongFiction - Tonight - Seether If I was to die tonight
Would it tear you apart?
Tails flew as fast as his twin tails allowed. Sweat was falling from his face and he panted from exhaustion. He couldn't stop though, Sonic needed him... He had to save Sonic... Just moments ago, he and the other Freedom Fighters were out to bomb Robotnik's latest factory. Sadly, they were caught... Sonic managed to cause a quick diversion that allowed them to all esacpe... Except for himself.
'You saved me many times before... Now it's my turn to save you!' Motivated even further, Tails put on an extra spurt of speed.
'If Sally and the others knew I was out here, they'd be mad... But we can't sit around thinking of a plan! Who knows what Robotnik might do to Sonic! I just hope I'm not too late...'
Sonic glared angrily at Robotnik. The tyrant paced back and forth, a wicked smile plastered on his face. The blue hedgehog ignored his rantings about how many ways Robotnik could kill him. He was more preoccupied in looking for escape
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
So I heard you wanted to make them like you?So I heard you had someone in mind
Perhaps something more intimate and
So I heard you wanted him to like you,
And I heard you didn't know what to do.
And so I heard you wanted a friend.
Or maybe just one..
And I heard from you, that you want me to like you too
but how, you ask?
you don't need to try.
I mean I heard you wanted to make them like
Wondering how getting the attention of that special someone works?
or perhaps just the friend, you know.
I'm no somebody and preferably just a nobody but
I heard you wanted someone to like you.
So be You.
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Black hole BulimicThe Composition:
I birth poems — not amaranths
in graveyards — not gardens.
sows seeds of doubt
into skeleton weeds.
A farmer plucks the bones
from Apollo's hyacinth; his
I binge on broken
cracked collectors of rocks,
of pebbles kidnapped
from barren beaches:
where crooked kings
buried in books whose
pages creak to crickets
in an abandoned abyss
of an attic—caskets on
an antiquated shelf. I
choke on the dust and
twitch in recoil.
The bickering sky
A cloud coughs—
The clock's scythe hand
swivels to the beckoning
twelve. Spastic ticking—
each bleak stroke
of a midnight heart.
The sundials do not work
now. The vampires know
I kill poems—
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
MediaWe suffer from romantic chemicals,
We massacre birthdays,
We tell our troubles at Linkin Park,
And we are all only 30 seconds from mars.
We all want to go to Wonderland,
And sail with the pirates of the Caribbean Sea,
Everyone loves Raymond, but we all hate Chris,
And who has not been to South Park?
Let's go to the Kingdom of Hearts,
And meet an Italian named Mario,
Let our Nights be filled with dreams,
And may we forever see Green Hills.
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