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Charlie's Origin Chapter 1
It was a normal morning, just like any other, at least at first.
Sonic and all of his friends, for the time being, were staying at a motel in a large, bustling city. You see, due to Sonic’s constant need to run from one end of the world to the other to stop evil, none of them found any point in owning a house and running all the way back to it once they win. So, instead, they simply decided to stay for months at a time in different motels, apartments, condos, or friends’ abodes, enabling them to quickly get up and leave without worrying about leaving too much behind. All except for Cream, who still stayed in this places with them, but kept all her possessions at her mother’s house and visited there often as well.
This time, Sonic had to rush to this town to stop Eggman from releasing a hoard of robotic bees, equipped with stingers full of mind control venom, onto the city. The whole battle didn’t take long, surprisingly, but afterward, the whole crew was very mu
Eyes chapter 8
Knuckles sat up in bed and stretched with a big yawn, and he looked to Sonic’s clock. 10:30 AM.
“Oh, wow, it’s really late!” he yawned, as he got out of bed. “I must’ve been really tired last night.” Knuckles walked into the bathroom and removed the bandage he’s supposed to wear over his scar at night. He looked at the scar in the mirror, feeling a familiar sadness swelling in his heart as he looked at the grotesque mark that he was stuck with… forever. He closed his eye and sighed, before he got to work disinfecting the scar with hydrogen peroxide and rinsing it with water, then began splashing water on the rest of his face to wake himself up. After drying off his dripping face, he opened his eyes and took one last glance at his reflection before he turned and left the bathroom.
Knuckles walked into the living room, looking for Sonic, but was surprised to see he wasn’t there. His blankets were folded nicely on the couch and
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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