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Electric BlueShe was in a dark alley. Not a dark alley in the city, but a solitary alley in the middle of pitch black nothingness. She could see the grimy walls around her, and the cracked cement at her feet, but nothing else was even remotely visible.
"H-hello? Is anyone there?" She called out in a small shaky voice.
"I am." Came a voice from behind her.
She gasped and whipped around, only to find herself slammed hard against the wall, two strong arms pinning her wrists in place. She looked into the deep blue eyes of her captor, a grin on his face. She struggled to get away, only to find that her powers wouldn't work! No super strength, no laser eyes, no sonic scream. Nothing worked. Terrified, she closed her eyes tight and turned her head away from him.
"I'm not scared. I'm not scared. I'm not scared." She chanted quietly to herself trying to believe it was true.
A dark chuckle. "You're not scared, huh?" He leaned closer, whispering in her ear. "That's too bad Bubbles. You really should be."
SalIona part 1it was late at night, and Princess Sally are in a local bar, she was very sad because Sonic broke up with her to be able to stay with Amy
?: well, well, look who is here
Sally heard a family voice, was the voice of Fiona a former freedom fighter
Sally: what you want?
Fiona: the same as you, I came here to drink something
Sally: just do not bother me, I have a bad week
Fiona: Really? Then I'll sit next to you because I want to know
Fiona pulls a stool and sits right next to her
Fiona: then it will not even tell me what happened to you this last week
Sally: as I said before I will not say what happened, much less to you
As by way of Sally was acting as it should be something to do with Sonic because Fiona knew they were dating
Fiona: So where's your boyfriend?
This question made Sally angry, but she did not want to start a fight much less a bar fight
Sally: why you want to know about my love life?
Fiona: because I'm very curious
Sally: so why do not you tell me about your life where is t
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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