Ode to a Knucklehead -Part 2-"THE FRONTIER FORMAL?!" Osaka cried.
"THREE WEEKS?!" Kagura screeched.
"THE PENINSULA HOTEL?!" Tomo howled.
Chiyo-chan stared in fear at her three shocked classmates with wide eyes. She had never even considered that the infamous Knuckleheads would react in such a frightening way. The small girl was at a total loss of words.
"Would you three quit scaring Chiyo-chan?!" Yomi retorted. She knelt to Chiyo-chan's height and patted her head. "Just because you guys are jealous doesn't mean that you have the right to take it out on everybody else!"
"But it's the biggest shindig in Japan!" Osaka whined.
"Yeah, how could we not be jealous?" Kagura agreed.
"We are NOT jealous!" Tomo piped up. "Think about it: if Chiyo-chan is going, that means, not just us, but everyone else in the whole school will be missing out! Right, Yomi?"
"Actually, the Mauville Gym Leader, Wattson, is my grandfather, so I'm going too." Yomi concurred.
After a moment of silence, Tomo lowered her head a
A Seraph's MemoryChapter 1: Runaway AngelA Seraph's Memory1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Angel" walked past the people who were nothing but deceiving creatures. He left them behind, not caring if they were calling out to him. The celestial being just flew off, tears falling as he soared into the night sky. He was a foolish angel with too many ideals. He looked back at one last time, glaring at every person he knew: Princess Akari, Shokoro the fox, and "Grim Reaper" Antinanco. Angel looked forward and kept flying into the sky, his vision blurred from his warm tears.
It had been 2 weeks since he left and continued flying. Angel looked around, finding a town he could find to land and rest. Unfortunately, all he saw were valleys and canyons. He sighed in depression. Should I even come back to that wretched place...? he thought. After getting into a huge fight with a princess and fox, the boy never wanted to come back again.
Later, the sun had risen once again. Angel felt his white wings getting sore. He really needed find a town.
An Interview with Wobbly-Headed BobGood morning, everyone on deviantArt! My name is Lucia DeCarlo, but you guys can call me Miss D., OK? I'm here live in the Happy Meadow, and today, we're going to be granting an interveiw with one of its most famous residents, Mr. Wobbly-Headed Bob! So, grab a pencil and a sheet of paper, because we'll all be learning something from this philosophical creature!An Interview with Wobbly-Headed Bob1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Miss D.: Hello! Miss D. with dA News! Could I possibly ask you a few questions, please?
Wobbly-Headed Bob: Certainly, but do so at risking exposure to your poor conversational skills.
MD: Oh, uhm... great! Have a seat!
WHB: (looks around, then sits on a stump.)
MD: So, I understand that you're one of the more...intellectual creatures in the Happy Meadow, is that true?
WHB: Yes, it's true. Or at least, I would consider myself as such. For longer than I can remember, my oversized head has been the vessel of the agonizing truths of life and every creature within it. I do not know why or how