Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Story Ideas?

I have many ideas for some stories. Many of which are fanfics. I'm just not sure how to write them yet. So here is a short list of some of them.

* Amy and Glasses - Everyone realizes that the jokes about Amy needing glasses are true. There's just one problem - Amy hates glasses/has a fear of wearing glasses. Can the Sonic gang figure out why she hates them so much?
*Knuckles' Early Retirement - Chaos tells Knuckles that he can retire from guarding the Master Emerald. Knuckles, however, has trouble adjusting to retirement.
*Forgetmenots - This is a story I've wanted to do since 2007 when I first started writing it. I'm re-writing the whole thing. I also plan on having other stories semi-connected to it. I just don't know what to do with it yet. Yes, it is a Sonic Fanfic.
*Sprite in the Eye - The sequel to Spider Princess. The first original story on this list. It deals with Josh and explains the voice in his head. I just don't have enough pieces for it yet.
*Discovering Sight - a boy loses his sight, but makes a new friend he never knew was so close.
*Banshee - a story about a banshee who is afraid of her abilities.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Super Hero Poem

Super Hero
We need a super hero

I need a spider-man to come and save the day
A protector of the night; batman
Where are you?
We need a super man to help us
Put us on the straight and narrow
Captain America
Where’d you go?
Just a man with a shield
Standing tall and proud in my TV screen
Calling out from the pages of a magazine?

Super. Super. Super Hero
We need a super hero

Take us back to the brighter days
Defeat the bad guys
Defend the helpless
Save the innocent

Where’d you go?
Where’d you go?
We need a super hero.
We need a super hero.

I’m afraid.
I really am.
Because while the target isn’t on me
Why does it have to be on my friends?
Just because their skin is different?
Is that what’s this is all about?

Tell me please.

Super. Super. Super Hero.
We need a super hero.

Wolverine’s attitude isn’t present.
Storm clap the thunder and show us your class
Beast Boy and Robin, I know ya’ll are full of sass
So let us hear it.

Who can I trust?
Who can I believe in?
Who can I put my faith in?

Super. Super. Super Hero!
We need a super hero.

A friendly neighborhood spider-man.
A high flying superman.
A crime fighting batman.
A cocky but moral iron man

Please, we need a super
Super. Super hero.
We need a super hero.

I want to go to the days before
Those younger years
When I could trust
And feel happy
Safe to play in the fields

But maybe that was a lie.
Maybe this is the way it’s always been
And I’ve just been wearing rose glasses
Strange the world didn’t seem pink then
Maybe I get older the roses are wilting
Is that what this is?

How long are we going to take this?
How long do we have to live in fear?
How long do we have to be so uncertain?

To worry that if my friend walks down the street
He or she will be unlucky to meet
Some cruel being who’ll take them off their feet
While they scream, “I can’t breathe!”
Will they let go?
Will someone come to their rescues?
Or will people just watch and laugh?
Maybe take a video for the internet?

We need a super hero.
Super. Super. Super Hero.
We really need a super hero.

I don’t care what your theme is
I don’t care what god you pray to
I don’t care how silly your name sounds
I don’t care about your background
I don’t care how many times life knocks you down

I just want a super hero
One that stands strong and true
One that’ll raise their head and shout!
“This isn’t right! This isn’t the way!”
One that’s moral.
One that’s here to help.
Even if you’re just saving cats from trees.

I don’t care if you’re the Flash or Sonic.
I don’t care if you’re a plumber looking for a princess
I don’t care if you’re rescuing Zelda or a Metroid
Just please, please, stop by and

Be our super. Super. Super hero.
We need a super hero.
We’re crying out here.
We’re crying for the loved ones we held dear.

Please this world is hard to bear
I don’t know how it keeps happening
Guess history will keep repeating itself
Maybe the final fantasy isn’t repetitive
But why must we repeat the failures
Why must we relive the pain?

We need a super hero
Super. Super. Super Hero.
We need a super hero.

One who’ll stand tall
Show it to the world
That it’s not right to shot a man 6 times
In some sorry excuse for self defense
That it’s not right to choke a man out
When he’s crying, “I can’t breathe!”

We’re so messed up.
We’re so far gone.
We need help before we nuke ourselves.

We need a super hero.
Super. Super. Super hero.

We need a super hero. 

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Poem: I want to Hug You

I want to hug you
But I’m too far away
I don’t know your country
I don’t know your state
I don’t know your town
All I know is that you’re down

I want to hug you
And tell you it’s okay
I want to make the doubts go away
If I can’t vanquish your fears
I’m sorry. I’m rather crummy.
I know there’s very little I can say
To help dissolve your doubts
And show you the rainbows
That are all around you

I want to hug you
But I’m too far away
I don’t know your country
I don’t know your state
I don’t know your town
All I know is you’re down

I want to hug you
And tell you it’s okay
You think you’re too childish
That you need to grow up
That your childhood dreams
Aren’t something you can achieve
You’re doubting your skills
And you’re uninspired
And through your computer
You share your feelings
I read your words
And my chest begins to ache

I want to hug you
But I’m too far away
I don’t know your country
I don’t know your state
I don’t know your town
All I know is that you’re down

I want to hug you
And tell you it’s okay
Growing up doesn’t mean leaving your dreams behind
Growing up means reaching for your skies
Achieving your childhood dreams
The child in you will glimmer with pride
We all have times when we doubt ourselves
There’s nothing I can say to remove all those doubts
All I can do to make you feel better
Is hug you

I want to hug you
But I’m too far away
I don’t know your country
I don’t know your state
I don’t know your town
All I know is that you’re down

I want to hug you
And tell you it’s okay

I want to hug you
But I’m too far away
I don’t know your country
I don’t know your state
I don’t know your town
All I know is that you’re down

I want to hug you
And tell you it’s okay
All I know is that you’re down
All I can do to make you feel better

I want to hug you

Monday, December 22, 2014

Letter To My Old Friend

You seem to be under the impression that I am supposed to be beside you. You act as if you own me sometimes and it hurts.
You called me worthless because I didn’t want to come spend time with you. Because I wanted a day to myself? You called me worthless. Saying I broke my word. A promise that you said I made, but I don’t recall selling you my soul. Selling my free time to you.
I feel like I’m in an abusive relationship with you. Friendship shouldn’t feel this way. Friendship shouldn’t be this way. Friendship is supposed to be happy. Friendship is supposed to make me feel bubbly. I know not of romantic love. And the family love I know is hectic. The friendship love I do know, is supposed to be nice.
But this isn’t nice. This feels like abuse. It’s not physical, like you punching and kicking me. But it’s verbal. You say things to me that hurt. You insult me and try to take me down because I don’t want to be around you. I love you, I really do. You’re my friend. But this way that you’re treating me. That isn’t friendship. It’s abuse in friendship’s clothing.
That’s not something I can take. I don’t want to be around you anymore. You’ve snapped on me way too many times. You’ve been cruel to me way too many times. And it’s barely even been a week. I can’t take that! I just can’t. So until you decide to go back to being a sensible you. I can’t be near you. I can’t take your hurtful words. The ones you yell at me and the ones you text me. I can’t take it. You expect me to care about your life and your problems. You want me to sympathize with you. But I can’t. I can’t when you’re being so mean. So cruel with your words.

Yes, you’re right. Words mean something. But a man isn’t just his word. A man is his actions too. And your words and actions. They’re cruel. And I don’t want that in my life. That’s not a good relationship for me. It’s not a good friendship for either of us. So I’m going to walk away. I’m going down the block. I know I’ll probably never hear an apology from you. But I’ll suck it up eventually. And when I’m ready, I’ll forgive you. Because that is the hardest thing for me to do. But I will not put up with your abuse again. 

Friday, December 19, 2014

Christmas on Angel Island Excerpt

Christmas on Angel Island
She stretched her hands above her head. She giggled as the soft snowflakes melted against her arms. It’s been years since she felt wind and grass. But those sensations she remembered. It was snow that she had no recollection of. It was completely alien to her.
She turned to smile at the giant green gem. “How do you think he’ll react?”
Chaos rose up from the water surrounding the shrine. The god shrugged. Are you sure about this?
The mental link still connecting the two. Tikal gave a swift nod.
You don’t even understand what they were talking about though.
Tikal shrugged. “But this Christmas holiday sounds really fun! It sounds so warm and enjoyable. And to think, when Knuckles gets back, I’ll have a Christmas on the whole island for him!”
Chaos rolled his eyes. You don’t even know how to cook. He shook his head as he stared out at the expanse of the giant island.
A fireplace, a Christmas tree, bright lights, ornaments everywhere, mistletoes, and lots of delicious foods meant to share. Tikal was sure she could do that. After all, Sonic and crew took Knuckles with them around this time of year since they’ve known him. Knuckles never stayed long, but Tikal wanted to give him a Christmas when he got back. Surely she could do so.
The orange echidna clasped her hands together. “Let’s get started!”
Oh boy. This won’t go well.
“Don’t be so negative Chaos!” Tikal hopped down the steps as she waved her hands. “I’ve got this!”
Several hours later and Tikal was doubting that she had anything. She had found mistletoe on the island. The plant wasn’t all that common on the island though. She placed the decorative plant along the rim of the top of the altar. She placed similar green plants along the steps. Satisfied with this, she turned her attention to the rest of the things on the list. A fireplace, a Christmas tree, bright lights, ornaments, and food.
Lacking a place to put a fire place, she made a large bon fire close to the shrine. The sky was still bright, so she didn’t bother lighting it. She placed wood inside of it and tried to keep the snow out of it. After she had a good amount of wood in it, she turned to Chaos and beamed a huge smile.
“Looking nice, isn’t it?”
I guess. But I’m not sure if Christmas on the main lands look like this. He shrugged.
“It’ll be okay if we change a few things.” Tikal assured him. She made torches and placed them around the clearing of the shrine. It took her a few hours to make the torches, but she did it.
Once she was done, she sat on the steps for a moment. “What does a Christmas tree and ornaments look like?” She sighed, placing her chin into her hands.
Beats me. Chaos shrugged. Guess we’ll just have to do without it.
“I guess.” Tikal stood up and brushed some dirt off her dress. “Well, I better get dinner ready.”
Chaos flinched. You intend to cook? You don’t know how.
“I do too. It’s just been a while.” Tikal stated.
A couple thousand years.

Tikal sent the god of chao an annoyed glare. “Stop being such a pessimist.” She turned and went into the woods, grabbing a bow and some arrows she had made earlier. 

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Knuckles Breaks His Leg Pt. 1

Knuckles Breaks His Leg
Part 1
The red echidna glared at the blue hedgehog. He had come to his island speaking nonsense, and frankly, he didn’t feel like putting up with his antics today. Which is why the red echidna now carried Sonic the Hedgehog over his shoulder in an iron grip. He knocked on the wooden door to Tails’ workshop and waited for the orange fox to open it. The whole time Sonic squirmed and spoke rapid nonsense. Knuckles tuned it out, knocking on the door again.
I just want to return to my island.
Tired blue eyes opened the door. “Knuckles?” His groggy voice asked. “What are you doing here?”
He pointed to the blue boy draped over his shoulder.
Tails nodded. “Hi Sonic.” He pulled the door opened and gestured for them to come in. Knuckles came in and plopped the blue blur onto the couch with a careless thump. He nodded to Tails and began to leave. Or at least, he would have had Sonic not grabbed a hold of his arm.
“Aw come on Knuckles!” Sonic whined. “Can’t you hang out for a little bit?”
“No. I have to protect the Master Emerald.” Knuckles stated firmly.
“Ah! But it’s been snowing for 3 days straight. Why not just take a break and relax for once? We can build a snowman.” Sonic gave him a hopeful smile.
Knuckles looked at the blue hedgehog with a stale face that could rival Shadow’s. He shook his head and proceeded on his way. He didn’t have time to deal with this hedgehog. He had an island and emerald to protect.

Too bad for the echidna, the icy ground at Tails’ house was against him. His leg slid on the ice. He tried to steady himself, but his leg twisted in a way legs shouldn’t twist. Tails jumped at the loud crack that filled Mystic Ruins. Sonic stood frozen for a minute, silent as he stared at the echidna’s crumpled form.