Hi everybody!

That I live in the Netherlands doesn't mean I can't talk english.
I write my stories in english so everybody can read it.
Sometimes it looks a bit weird but that's only because I'm dutch.
If you notice some mistakes, just say it so I can change it and I won't make that mistake anymore.

I mostly like writing stories in the night because I have more inspiration.

PLEASE DON'T FLAME ANY OF MY STORIES! I thought I could take it but I can't... SORRY!

I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE SONIC CHARACTERS!
THEY ALL BELONG TO SEGA!
(This is way easier because I always forget to write that in my stories... SORRY!)

My favorite Sonic couples are:
1. Shadaze
2. Silvamy
3. Knuxouge

My non favorite couples are:
1. GAY COUPLES!
2. Sonamy
3. Silvaze
4. Shadouge
5. Actually I don't like any of the couples with the ones above (My favorite Sonic couples)

You can find me on Deviantart!

That's everything for now!

-x-Night Writer-x-

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This is a little story that -x-Night Reader-x- made.
You see, we are kind of making fun that Sonic is gay (Sorry for the Sonic fans by the way).
So I have a whiteboard at home and he wrote this down...

Sonic: Hey Shadow! I need to tell you something!
Shadow: What's up Faker?
Sonic: I'm pregnant!
Next day:
R.I.P Sonic

I guess Shadow thought it was his -.-'

This is a little assignment I had to make for English class and they said it was pretty good so...
Horror story (kind of)

There was no answer. He knocked on the door three times but nobody came. Where could they be?
''Is anybody ther?'' he shouted and waited for a reply. It seemed strange. Their house was always busy.
Maybe they've gone to the shops, he thought, that's what it'll be. He ran around to the back of the house
and looked through the window. Five bodies were lying on the floor. He heard a sudden noise behind him,
as he turned, he knew he'd seen his last sunrise. When he looked in the deep blue eyes he could feel the
fear, not knowing what would happen next. As he turned back, looking at the five bodies, he noticed that
one was missing. The body of his brother, Nick. He started screaming and ran as fast as he could. He heard
his brother catching up from behind. Why? Why would Nick do such a thing? He thought about it over and
over again. Looking straight forward he saw the front door. With just a few more steps removed from
freedom, he could do nothing more than smile but that didn't last long. In front of him stood Nick with
a bloody knife.
''It's your turn.' Tears fell down his cheecks and several screams followed. As he felt the blade going
through his chest, his life went slowly more black as his eyes slowly closed. The last thing he saw were
tears dorming in Nick his eyes and falling down his cheecks. The last thing he felt was the huge open
wound bleeding heavily as the red liquid streamed down his body. The last thing he heard was Nick,
whispering in his ears: ''I'm sorry bro...''

I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all...

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry
That I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys dont want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.

Sadly it's true!

Find the guy that calls you beautiful instead of hot,

who calls you back when you hang up on him,

who'll lay under the stars for hours and listen to your heartbeat.

Or will stay awake just to watch you sleep.

Wait for the guy that kisses your forehead,

who keeps your picture in his wallet,

who wants to show you off to the world even when you're in sweatpants,

who holds your hand in front of all his friends,

who thinks you're beautiful without makeup,

one who is constantly telling you of how much he cares and how is lucky to have you,

THE one who turns to his friends and says "THATS HER!!" after they have already met you more than once.

VERY SAD STORY COMING UP NEXT!

My name is Tiffany I am three, my eyes are swollen I cannot see,

I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong I can't speak at all Or else im locked up All day long.

When I'm awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll just get One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's bar.

I hear him curse My name is called I press myself Against the wall

I try to hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me And yells at me more, I finally

get free And run to the door

He's already locked it And i start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken,

"I'm sorry", I scream But its now much to late His face has been twisted Into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain Again and again O please God, have mercy O please let it end!

And he finally stops And heads for the door While i lay there motionless Brawled on the floor

My name is Tiffany I am three, tonight my daddy murdered me

And you can help Sickens me top the soul,

And if you read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness

And because you are effected, Do something about it

So all i ask you to do Is pass this on

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE

PLEASE!

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