Tikal is Navi Animated

Tikal is Navi and/or Knuckles and the Fly
A short animatic I made based on old fan art of Knuckles and the GameGrumps commentary during their Let's Play of Sonic Adventure.

Spoken Word Poetry?

I'm thinking of doing some spoken word poetry. I was wondering if anyone would be interested in listening/watching them?
I'll probably post them to YouTube and share them here.
But I'm not sure if it's something I should do.
I'm not sure if I want to film myself reciting them. Or if I make kind of a lyric video of them. I'm still on the fence about a lot of things right now. I've been thinking about it for a few months though. I'm just not sure yet and wanted to know what you all think of it?

Divorce

Divorce

By Krissie Gault

“I am sorry you had to deal with that.”

You say in the midst of the conversation

I give a small smile.

I don’t know if you see it;

I don’t care if you do, but inside, I’m thinking,

“Why are you sorry?

You had nothing to do with what happened to me.

You were not a factor when my parents were screaming.

When my mother yelled like a banshee and my father drank.

I was 11 and naïve.

I hid away in my room.

Curled up in yarn, surrounded by dolls,

I created plays - their fights outside

Tuning into a low hum almost like a lullaby.

Why are you sorry?

I cheered at the divorce.

I didn’t understand the word at first,

But I understood what it meant to break up.

I understood what it meant to separate.

For at school, I was separated from the others

Because I was ahead in math by a grade

And behind when it came to English.

Strange now that I write for a living

And I’ve no care for numbers much.

But a child knows separation.

To be moved from one classroom to another

In the middle of the day

And only in 2nd grade when you’ve never been in public school before.

Yes. I knew separation.

And I understood it well.

And while I didn’t understand divorce at the time,

I understood enough.

Mommy and daddy are separating.

They’ll no longer be together.

That’s all I needed.

All I needed to cheer.

To smile and feel the relief.

Because at 11, hiding away, quiet as a mouse,

I felt the acid.

The bomb and the idea that home may one day no longer be there when I got off the bus.

To me, divorce was a ray of sunshine

Coming from the sky, singing angel’s songs

And I cheered.

Cheered that I’ll no longer here the lullaby of screams

Wondering why the banshee is screaming

The sloppy stomping of an electrician’s boots on the floor

Going to a room to watch a game,

The arguments continuing till the morning and repeating.

To me, divorce was an end.

A freedom and release.

And you are sorry.

Sorry for what?

You, my beloved aunt, view divorce as bad

You’ve been through it before

Your parents called you in one by one

“Who do you want to live with?” They asked.

And you, the youngest, was last.

Your brothers crying and you confused.

You were about the same age I was.

To be asked on Christmas Eve

I’ll never understand that pain.

That pain is yours.

But I want you to understand,

It’s not your fault.

You have no reason to say, “I’m sorry.”

You have no need to be sorry.

You have done no wrong.

We have both dealt with our parents’ divorce.

And while divorce has left a bad taste in you,

It gave me relief.

You cried. I cheered.

I loved both my parents now

With all their virtues and flaws.

But if there is one thing I can not stand

It is people saying, “I’m sorry,” for things they have no need being sorry for.

You’ve no need being sorry for the things I cheer for.

I love you and sympathize with your feelings of divorce

But there is no need tell me “I’m sorry”

There is no need for that.

I cheered.

I will continue to cheer for all time for that divorce.

And for that, there is no need for you or anyone to say, “I’m sorry.” 

Knuckles Breaks His Leg Ch1

Knuckles Breaks His Leg

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.

“Tails!” Sonic screamed, “Get the first aid kit!” He grabbed Knuckles arm and wrapped it around his shoulders. “Knuckles, are you okay?” He glanced at the twisted foot and winced.

Knuckles hissed as he looked at his foot. “It’s broken.” He allowed the blue hedgehog to carry him inside Tails’ house.

Sonic tried to put him down on the couch gently, but Knuckles was heavier than Sonic expected and plopped down into the cushions. Tails was there with the first aid kit and proceeded to examine his foot.

“Just bring me to sticks and hand me the gauze. I’ll make a make quick cast and be on my way.” Knuckles stated.

Sonic’s jaw dropped. He knew Knuckles lived alone on Angel Island, but he couldn’t let the hot head try to tend a broken bone alone. “Knuckles, I don’t…”

“I’ll be fine Sonic.” Knuckles stated. “Just get me some sticks.”

Tails, by this time, had placed a phone to his ear. He knew he was going to need help dealing with Knuckles. There was snow on the floating island and he didn’t trust Knuckles not to get worse if left alone. He was currently applying ice to the foot as the two boys bickered.

Sonic heaved a heavy sigh. “Tails, talk to him.”

The orange fox arched an eyebrow at the blue blur. “Get me the box out of the hall closet. It’s got supplies to deal with injuries like this.” He ordered before turning back to the foot. He grabbed the scanner off the table and turned it on. He set it to x-ray mode and held it above the echidna’s foot. He examined the x-ray. “Do you hurt anywhere else?”

“It’s just my foot.”

“Want some pain medicine?” The fox offered. “I think I have some Advil.”

Knuckles sat contemplating it. Did he really need the medicine? It probably couldn’t hurt. He nodded with a low, “Thanks.”

The orange fox got up, carrying the phone with him. He pulled a white and blue bottle out of the cabinet in the kitchen. He proceeded back to the couch, handing the bottle to Knuckles.

Sonic came back with another first aid kit, though Knuckles wouldn’t call it a kit. It was a huge box a little bigger than Sonic’s head. He promptly dropped it on the ground next to Tails. Tails placed his phone on the hook. He slid the radial dial phone under the table as he opened the large box. Knuckles wasn’t surprised to see the fox sit up on his knees and bend over into the box. He pulled out some pieces of a crutch and placed them together to form a whole one. He made sure it was secure before piecing together a second one.

Tails pulled out several other medical tools.

Knuckles struggled to open the bottle, but he got it open with a loud pop. He dropped two pills into his hand and threw the pills back.

Knock! Knock!

“Sonic get that.” Tails ordered as he organized what he had pulled out of the box.

Knuckles recognized some of it. There was gauze, some sticks to hold his legs in place, rubbing alcohol, and a pack of band aids. The rest, Knuckles wasn’t sure what the rest was. L

“Shadow?” Sonic gasped as the black hedgehog made his way into the living room. A familiar pink hedgehog was right on his heels.

“Faker.” Shadow nodded. “Tails. Guardian.”

Knuckles greeted Shadow with a court nod. The two didn’t speak much. Usually Knuckles only Shadow saw when he came to get Rouge for a G.U.N. mission. “What brings you here?” Knuckles arched an eyebrow.

“Tails called.” Amy answered as she walked around Shadow and sat in front of Knuckles’ leg. “Wow.” She winced in sympathy. “That’s gotta hurt. Did you take any pain killer?”

“Two advil.” Knuckles held up the blue and white bottle.

Amy nodded. “It doing anything for you yet.”

“It helps.” Knuckles shrugged. “I’ll be fine.”

Amy arched an eyebrow as she looked at him. It was her skeptical ‘you’re-full-of-it-and-I-know-it’ look.

“You guys think you can do it?” Tails looked at Amy and Shadow, ignoring the confused looks of Sonic and Knuckles.

“Of course.” Shadow walked behind the couch. “Rose?”

“It’s an easy fix.” Amy sighed. “Got a big stick?”

Tails pulled out a wooden baseball bat and handed it to the pink hedgehog.

“That’ll do.” Amy nodded as she handed the bat to Knuckles. “Bite down on this.”

“Before that, down this.” Shadow handed Knuckles a blue plastic cup he got out of the kitchen.

Knuckles blinked for a moment, but he took the cup and stared into it. It had a foul smell that he couldn’t identify.

“It’s a pain killer.” Shadow answered Knuckles mental question. “Down it real quick.”

Knuckles nodded as he threw his head back and let the liquid travel down. Knuckles coughed rapidly. “It burns!”

“Yeah. I know.” Shadow held the bat to his mouth. “Now bite.”

Knuckles bit down on the bat. Amy grabbed Knuckles broken leg and twisted. Knuckles let out a muffled scream as Shadow held him still. Sonic stood back with a confused look.

Amy began to place long sticks around Knuckles’ leg to hold it in place as she wrapped it in a gauze. “We should get him an actual cast later, but this will hold for a few days.”

“Thanks Amy.” Tails nodded. “You too Shadow.”

“Hmph.”

“Can I go back home now?” Knuckles asked as Amy stood up.

Amy, Shadow, and Tails exchanged glances.

“You can’t be considering this, are you?” Sonic whined.

“I’ll stay with the guardian until his foot has healed.” Shadow stated.

“You’ll need some supplies.” Amy stated. “Pain killers, coats, food…”

“Alcohol is a great pain killer. I bought a whole bottle.”

“Winter coats, food, ear muffs?” Amy arched an eyebrow.

Shadow sighed. “You want me to take you to the store, don’t you?”

“Store and then you can teleport to Angel Island with Knuckles.” Amy nodded as she adjusted her coat. “Knuckles do you have blankets on Angel Island to sleep under?”

“Pfft!” Knuckles rolled his eyes. “What do I need blankets for?”

Amy shook her head.

Waking Sonic (Animatic)

Animatic short of Sonic the Hedgehog, Manic Hedgehog, and Miles "Tails" Prower.
Voices provided by:
Give props to the awesome voice actors!
Katon Draws Comics: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCM4HEa-9XphFtJRu9eKa3Pg
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Enjoy!

Sonic Adventure 2 Ep1

I have begun playing one of my very favorite games of all time! Come watch me fail at the boards and squeal at the cute chao in the chao garden.

Breakfast after a Vision

Chapter 2: Theme: One Week To Live

Gizmo jolted up with ragged breaths. The dream he had was horrible. It left him with aches and shivers. He could feel his heart constricting. He laid there, just breathing for the longest time, blinking every so often hoping that the dream would fade into a blurry shadow. But it didn’t. It stuck with him. Haunting him even as he sat down hours later for breakfast.

“What’s the matter?” his brother asked. His brown eyes watching his younger brother stare soullessly into his captain crunch. When several minutes passed by without a response, he opened his mouth again.

“It’s not fair.” Gizmo muttered.

“What’s not fair?” Rockeo tilted his head. “You haven’t even added the milk yet.”

Gizmo shook his head. He looked up at the young adult. “Not that.” He tapped his head with two of his fingers. “I had another one.”

“A vision?” Rockeo’s half-joking tone turned solemn. “What happens?”

Gizmo stared back into his bowl of captain crunch. “There is nothing I can do to change it. But I still feel horrible about it. I want to tell her, but telling her will do nothing.”

“Hold up a minute.” Rockeo placed his hand on the teen’s shoulder. “Who’s she and what happens?”

Gizmo licked his dry lips as he reeled his thoughts back in order. “Lemon. She’s going to die.”

Rockeo slumped back into his seat. He had met Lemon before. The girl was in the same class as Gizmo. She was such a sweet girl. It seemed like everyone was her friend. “When is she supposed to go?”

“In a week.” Gizmo scooped up some cereal in his spoon. He stared at it for a long moment before tipping the spoon so the cereal fell back into the bowl.

Rockeo nodded. “And there’s no way to stop it from happening?”

“None.” Gizmo shook his head. “It is not wise to mess with faith.”

“Then the only thing we can do is try to make sure she has a great last week with the living then.” Rockeo sighed as he watched a butterfly land on a flower in the windowsill garden.

Gizmo’s eyes lit up. “That’s it!” He snatched the jug of milk and poured a healthy amount into his bowl. “I’ll make sure she has the best week ever!” he proudly stated as he began shoveling captain crunch into his mouth.

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Krissie: This is an excerpt from a book I'm working on. Hope you guys enjoy it.