|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
iPod testthis is just to test if I can upload text on my iPod, everyone that isn't unknowndeath please ignore!
First click on the meun button
then go to the bottom of the list and click 'disable moble interferanxe'
then click countiue to deviantart
next go to were your name is and countiue like you would on the laptop/compter!
Finished! To get back to mobile version (easier way to use it on iPod touch)
type 'm.deviantart.com' into the box!
If you have more questions leave a comment!
Whats love with out loss? ch1Sonic the hedgehog, also known as the blue blur and to miss Amy rose he was known by the name 'soni-kun' much to his dismay, was think of what had happened over the last months... all though Amy had an obvious crush on him, he found her to be annoying and much too young for his love to be given to her. Thought Miss Amy preferred to ignore this fatal fact and peruse the blue blur anyways... she never once stopped to smell the roses, that was what everyone found ironic. Sonic never thought of Amy as more than a friend despite what Amy said to the others on the planet. Bu just under a month ago Amy Rose got kidnapped by eggman and he still had not found Amy but I had!
My name is deathly-night or it was... you see! Was once a young hyper white tiger a jewel because of my races rarity not that I cared for my importance! I 'father' eggman cared deeply about my safety you see I am his blood daughter as strange as it seems! Eggman loved me but one day i wander out into the forbidden desert and
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
Keep in Touch!