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Tennis allstars - prologuePrologue
Sonic watched as Tails's hands darted across the keyboard of a huge super computer that the young fox had built in his new laboratory. Sonic himself was not opposed to all this technology stuff, Green hill zone inhabitants had all seem to have adapted a lot of it into everyday life these days, but there was an unnatural feeling he couldn't shake with the huge computer screen looming over and dominating the room.
"So who were we inviting again?" Sonic asked. When they were compiling the list of invited competitors, his attention was divided in asking people from other world's whether or not it was safe to bring them over into their own. After much argument, Tails had solved the problem by making a special zone where they could access elements from all their worlds plus a few other ones for a simple sports tournament where they could mingle, meet like-minded individuals and maybe enjoy themselves outside of what they see as normal. The end result was that Sonic had forgotten who
FTF ch 3 A letterFirst to Fire ch:3 A letter - tf2 fanfiction
In another base far away from Well; the one known to all in the area as Freight, a newly donned Sargent was contemplating the immediate future, one that would possible involve another tomorrow.
The young man looked up to see his team's demoman waving a letter above his head. He sighed and grabbed the grubby envelope.
"Not a problem Phyco steve." The demoman grinned.
"I keep telling you guys just 'cause I'm a soldier doesn't mean I'm a complete-"
"Yeah yeah sure, pull the other one!" Markus laughed and wandered back to his post.
The soldier flipped the envelope over in his hands before opening it. It was addressed to him in small neat hand with rather bad spelling.
How long 'as it bin? Too long that's what. Wel's it's nice if yer could write to yer ol' man once in a wile. Anyways, I'd jus' thought I'd send yer a howdie do, and let yer know yer collection is safe 'ear at home.
Kingston glared at
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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