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Sonic High Ch. 1: The Mirror
It was a bright sunny day on Mobius and well known hero, Sonic the Hedgehog, was out on a run through the grassy fields of Green Hill Zone. He was keeping a good pace as he sped through the hills and slid through a tight opening into a cave then emerged out on the other side. He decided to relax for a few minutes before heading back.
“Whew! That was quite a rush! I wonder if taking the even longer way back will be just as thrilling.”
He sat down and looked around before he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. Sonic turned around and saw a bird hovering in front of him. In its talons was a chilidog.
Sonic smiled. “Hey! Thanks little guy! I really appreciate it!” He said before taking the footlong and biting into it, chewing for a few, and finally swallowing.
Just as he turned back to the bird, the blue hedgehog noticed something in the distance.
“Hmm...Experience has taught me to investigate anything out of the ordinary.” He said before dashing off to get
Sonic High Ch. 4: Books n' Brainiacs
As Sonic and Tails entered the school library, Sunset Shimmer was right behind them. She then remembered about one key fact Sonic had told her. “He’s with Twilight!” she pondered for a moment before whistling.
Within seconds, her dim-witted minions rushed over. “Snips and Snails reporting for duty, Sunset Shimmer!” they said.
Sunset grinned mischievously. “Get in there and have your phones on hand. Whenever you see her doing anything worth laughing at, record it!” she ordered.
The two saluted her. “As you wish!” they replied before doing as told.
Meanwhile, Twilight was wandering around the huge room, browsing the shelves before she turned around to notice Sonic and someone new. “Sonic! Back already! Uh...who’s this?” she asked, pointing at Tails who introduced himself with a smile.
“I’m Miles Prower, expert mechanic and A+ Student. So you must be the new girl...um...Twilight Sparkle was it?” he a
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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