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
Tails meets Sari: part 2Tails' received a call on his cell phone.Hey, Tails, I think I just found one of Eggman's old hideouts at Green Hill Zone! It has a whole bunch of really cool stuff! Wanna check it out?Uh, sure! I'll be there as soon as I can!Who was that? asked Sari.That was my brother, Rad. He just found an old hideout of one of our enemies, and he wants to check it out.Really? That sounds cool! Can I go?Huh?Tails had not expected this. Especially an hour after they had first met, and ten minutes after their... awkward experience.Well... I'm not sure.Awww, can I please go, please, please, Pleeeeeeeaaaaase?Uh... Okay. Come on! and he grabbed her and flew off.This is awesome! Sari cried out.Well, yeah, it is.*******************************************************A few minutes later, they had arrived at Green Hill Zone. Rad was waiting for them. He was much li
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.