Tails' Valentine giftTails looked up at the full moon. He looked up at the stars, and the clouds. It was a beautiful sight, and he felt very happy. Yet at the same time, there was something missing. He wondered what it might be.Hey Tails!Oh, hi Cosmo.What are you doing?Just looking up at the stars and the moon.Hey, can I watch too?Yeah, I guess.So Cosmo sat down next to him, in the grass. Although it was somewhere in the middle of February, it was a cool night, neither too hot or too cold, and the grass was very comfortable. Tails wondered what Cosmo was thinking. He looked at her, then looked up at the stars. He kept thinking. Suddenly, he knew what was missing. And then he remembered.Hey Cosmo...Cosmo turned to look at him.What is it, Tails?Well, it's just that... well... today is Valentine's Day.Oh... I heard that, although I'm didn't get any valentines.Oh... I'm sor
Optimus Prower: PrologueOptimus Prower: PrologueFor several months, the war for the planet Cybertron had been fought. The Decepticons were winning, and Optimus Prime, the Autobot Supreme Commander, was exhausted.Will Megatron never give up?I seriously doubt it said his second-in-command, a large blue robot. His name was Ultra Magnus. At the rate at which they are defeating us, they will conquer Cybertron in a very short time.That is not good. I have sworn not to allow Megatron to take over, and I will stand tall against them as long as I have to!Suddenly, a pink, heavily damaged car drove in. It transformed into Elita-1, Prime's girlfriend.Are you all right, Elita?I could be better. Most of my subordinates have been taken off-line, and... HOLY SLAG!!! she cried as a helicopter blasted them with missiles. Prime recognized it immediately.Blackout... he whispered, as the helicopter was joined by a large bomber jet. They w
Alternate 1984 Orwell EndingWinston sat in a secluded corner in The Chestnut Tree Café, gazing into an empty glass. The way it caught the light reminded him of something he seemed to have had . . . something-A waiter brought to his table the current issue of the Times, interrupting his musings. Absently running his finger over the ragged edge of paper, he recalled suddenly the feel of smooth, cream-colored pages. The feeling was gone almost before he registered it, and he was struck with the thought that it was merely a hallucination; the affect of the victory gin he had just drunk. The sensation stayed on his ink-stained hands, and he found himself regarding them with a vague air of puzzlement.The memory made his heart stir, and he heard once again the voice, the voice that had said: "We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness."His eyes opened wide, and a violent emotion, not fear exactly, but a sort of undifferentiated excitement, flared up in him.