Me Lopunny Long Time PREVIEWOn a warm Spring time day at the Cerulean City Gym, the Gym Leader Misty was having a reunion with some of her friends. She invited Ash and all his companions, some she met before, others she was meeting for the first time. She also invited Brock and Tracey, but Brock was far away in medical school, no doubt chatting up all the Nurse Joys there that were teaching him to become a Pokemon Doctor, while Tracey had to look after Oak's lab while he was off on an expedition. Ash was busy in the kitchen preparing drinks for the girls, while Misty was in her room chatting to May and Iris, sat in a circle on the carpet. They were expecting one more who was on her way to the Gym.Me Lopunny Long Time PREVIEW3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"It's great to finally meet you." Misty spoke to Iris. "Interesting to speak to a Unova Gym Leader."
"Thanks, its a pleasure to meet a Kanto Gym Leader as well." Iris replied. "I'm looking forward to seeing more Pokemon here that cannot be found in my home land."
"Ah that's right." May spoke. "You rarely ever see Kanto,
wade liberation warwade liberation war1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
Don't Go (The Infernal Devices)Don't Go (The Infernal Devices)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The boy coughed again and Will winced. He couldn't stand it. He hated not knowing which breath would be his best friend's last. Will wriggled in his chair and glanced at the silver haired boy who was tossing restlessly in his sleep.
"Is he going to be okay?" Tessa's soft voice floated in from the hallway and Will felt his heart ache.
He shook his head. "I don't know Tess..."
Tessa came in further and knelt beside Jem, putting a hand on his forehead. "He's burning up..."
Will fought back the tears that he was so used to hiding. There was nothing he could say to her. He was watching his brother and her husband die, and he couldn't find any comforting words.
Tessa looked at him out of the corner of her eye as she smoothed back Jem's silver hair. Her breath was shaking slightly and her eyes were shining with unshed tears. She was being strong.
"Tess," Will buried his head in his hands and took deep breaths.
"Will..." Tessa put her hand on the dark haired boy's shoulde
Draw Me...Draw me happy,Draw Me...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I dont know how.
Give me a big smile,
Take the pucker from my brow.
Draw me warm eyes,
Make them bright green.
Sketch me long hair,
With a nice, clean sheen.
Draw me outgoing,
With an expressive face;
Give me a secret,
A thing or a place.
Draw me happy,
With an infectious smile.
So I can spread joy,
Mile by mile.
The Evolution and Classification of PokemonINTRODUCTIONThe Evolution and Classification of Pokemon3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Every day, trainers and people in general interact with Pokemon and see them from their doorstep without ever thinking twice about their existence. But that begs a question, one whose answer defines not only what humans see in Pokemon but perhaps what has made them the spectacular creatures they are today: What exactly is a Pokemon? At one time, there truly was no distinction, and humans and Pokemon lived together and even married as if part of the same biological group…but today, the modern world has moved past such actions, and demands an explanation behind what makes these beasts so unique compared to the rest of the world. It is the purpose of this paper to explore this question and, perhaps at long last, demonstrate what truly makes Pokemon different from the rest of the planet's life-forms.
When trainers battle alongside their Pokemon and eventually allow them to gain experience, they will often times evolve into a more powerful figh
In the World of Maybe... In the world of maybeIn the World of Maybe...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is no abortion,
In the world of maybe
No one cares about skin,
Or if youre fat or thin.
In the world of maybe
No one tells lies,
But believes in truth.
No one is foolish,
But all are wise.
In the world of maybe
There are no judgments.
There is no prejudice.
There is no hate.
Theres only accomplishments.
But this is reality.
And the world of Maybe doesnt exist.
Northern english translationNorthern English translationNorthern english translation4 years ago in Settings More Like This
For times untold, the sacred forest of Baalhiam has seen bitter strife between humans and the Elf people. A high magic place, foremost sanctuary of druids and mages, the forest is home to the Elves of Nür. They are the guardians of a powerful magic taking its source at the heart of the old forest.
As human mages came to steal this magic, war broke out. The Elves closed down their borders. They concealed the pathways through Baalhiam with magical spells, driving humans away from their territory. From then on, Baalhiam became a forbidden place for foreigners. Cendre and her family are among the banned people, who soon discover what tragic curse has befallen them. While the immemorial forest is a mighty source of magic, those who are expelled after being born and raised there stand condemned. After several years spent far from the forest, they fall inexplicably ill. Try as she might to fight against it, Cendre loses mother and
Xora Patrone - Chapter 11Title: Xora Patrone - Chapter 11: Winner Takes AllXora Patrone - Chapter 113 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: All Original Characters - Xora Patrone(female human), Lyrik Castius(male turian), Josie Madeen(female human), Hal'Jurgar(male quarian), Tren and Kero(male krogans).
Chapter 11: Winner Takes All
November 18th, 2185
The pungent stench of various alcohols perfumed the cargo hold. The poker table had stacks of gaming chips and playing cards scattered across. Grey streams of smoke danced from the cigarettes perched on the ashtrays sitting in front of the circle of players. Their ghostly mist lifted towards the paneled ceiling and created a comforting haze in the atmosphere. The loud laughter resonated throughout the ship, validating another successful poker night. Everyone on my crew was joking around and having a grand time the way poker ought to be played.
"And then she said, 'That explains why I couldn't sleep right for the next week,'" Josie chuckled
Pokemon EggsINTRODUCTIONPokemon Eggs3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Although many trainers have come to understand how Pokemon work and interact with each other in battle and in the wild, the one subject that still makes even the most knowledgeable of trainers scratch their heads in confusion are Eggs. Eggs serve as an important biological indicator among a species for the transfer of learned moves and experience to future decedents as a way of ensuring survival in the wild, even when in adverse environmental and biological conditions. Here, a brief synopsis of Eggs and their actual function in the wild will be given, as well as an overall breakdown of the breeding limitations placed on each species and the groups they are therefore split into.
EGGS: WHAT THEY ARE AND WHY THEY EXIST
While most trainers will state that all Pokemon are automatically born from Eggs, this is not actually the case. As strange as it may sound, most species of Pokemon have learned how to reproduce in two different ways, which is o
We Will Never BeI met you on August 18th of 2008.We Will Never Be2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember how hot it was in the classroom
That day and how your eyes widened with confusion
As I sat down next to you.
I will never forget those eyes.
You loved Mondays and dreaded Fridays.
I thought you were crazy and you told
Me that the only reason was so you
Could see me in school.
I still thought you were crazy.
We would do our math assignments on the
Playground and talk about our lives.
We were so different, but you always
Insisted that we were absolutely perfect.
I wish I would have known how right you were.
I miss you so much that I can't sleep.
But I have to keep moving because you
Promised me that we would be again, remember?
You held my hand for a second too long and
Told me that you would see me tomorrow.
And I believed you because your eyes had that same
Warm look in them that you always got when
You would tell me something important.
I've seen you three times since then, and we
Have walked away from each other
Love, Blood and Tears: Chapter 26Love, Blood & TearsLove, Blood and Tears: Chapter 263 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shepard walked along the beach the warm sand under her feet. She walked towards the water letting it rush around her feet and ankles.
"Mommy! Mommy!" shouted a little voice. "Look what I found!"
She turned her head to see her son, a little barefaced tan turian who couldn't be more than four years old, running towards her. He was holding a huge shell in his hands and he extended it out to her.
"Oh wow, it's beautiful baby," she exclaimed.
"I got it for you!"
"I love it! Thank you so much."
His face was beaming with pride at his mother's reaction. He turned back and yelled, "Mommy loves it!"
Shepard looked up to see who her son was shouting to. Her eyes locked with the piercing blue eyes of the turian approaching Garrus. He walked up beside her and put his arm around her waist.
Garrus chuckled, "We were down in that cove for hours trying to find the perfect one. He w
IncompleteI must hack my way in to the system,Incomplete2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Churning through veils of thinly spun fibers;
Tangled webs weaved through our hearts.
Timber wolves edging along broken glass
Cut from metallic moonlight deep within...
Distant dying sounds not unlike being born,
Crying away while the tears flow right through
Hollow ghosts biding time until the distant dust...
I do not think so.
Not this time, as I die once more.
I think so, it all makes sense;
Connecting pieces of the puzzle,
Even after you believe it complete...
Closing my eyes, as with my heart,
As I am left behind.
Raise a Black FlagYou love so many.Raise a Black Flag2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then hate so many,
For not loving as many as you.
You pray for so many.
Then curse so many,
For not praying for as many as you.
You help so many.
Then hinder so many,
For not helping as many as you.
You are guilty of hypocrisy,
Then criticize the hypocrites.
So maybe you should be "ignorant" too.
White RoseI'm searching for a white roseWhite Rose2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Among a sea of crimson red
That litter the field in countless throes
Looking for life among the dead
I see one withered black rose,
And one red with gleaming thorns,
But not a hint of white within the rows
Of both the old and the newborns
I stop and sit to take a rest,
Watching blue skies give into red,
Holding this hope within my breast
That I might find life among the dead
I have been searching all my life
As countless others did before me,
Searching for the truth among questions rife,
For a hint of white among a red sea
And forever I will search the field
Where the red roses thrive,
Hoping for the White Rose to yield
And help our souls to revive
BricksThere goes my ink once againBricks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dried up in my mind’s parched desert
Words of mine refuse to come forth
My wrist sometimes begins to bend
In a fruitless effort constructed of nonsensical rhymes
The subtle thoughts refuse to flow
The bricks require more than just a mere mallet
Or a chisel shaped from flawless steel
To crumble so that the light may once again break through
Oh Lord, do help me, I beg on bended knee
The stagnant ink is driving me to madness
For words are the only wine that I indulge in
I scrape at my skull in agony
For patience has reaped nothing but irritation
Oh dear mind, bring me my salvation!
MercyYou're like a fallen angelMercy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dusty doll on the shelf
Your eyes still to the ceiling
Counting the seconds
The spans between the rise and fall of your chest
Cutting through the torture
Tracing the bites on your stomach with shaking fingers
Drunk behind the gym during class
Yearning and mourning
Nothing but a scared little boy
Face pressed to the filthy bus window
Watching mommy wave goodbye
You're a broken wine glass
Shattered between stiletto heels
Branded with ruby lipstick and the stick of apple wine
Babe, don't try to shove your bruised knuckles in your empty pockets
Brush it off
Shake your blonde head and smile
Tell yourself that you're going to be fine
Not moving a muscle
Deceit in the corners of your eyes
No bend in the sides of your mouth
Begging for mercy
MineI am the black cloudMine2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Floating through the night;
You are the flash of light
Bright and destructive and proud.
I am depression,
Creeping along where you lay;
You are the mischievous play
Smirking without hesitation.
I am doom and strife,
What all pretend to not feel;
You are passion, you are zeal-
You are why I celebrate life.
I am darkness and secrets
Which are best kept unknown;
You are curiosity as it roams
Where others would never step.
I am the darkness,
An ever gloomy ray of sorrow;
Yet you only know to grow,
The air in the lungs filling one's chest.
I am lost-
Am I worth the cost,
You, my deliverer,
To be made loved and sure?
I am small
And can easily fall,
But you are never far behind-
That is what makes you mine.
I Heard My Old ScreamI heard my old screamI Heard My Old Scream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Haunt the fields beyond my window.
I floated down into the dirt
And let the trees of grass dye my robes
As I shrunk into the mushroom spores.
I tossed myself like old lemon rinds at her feet,
While she orbited me like a satellite
Until her weeping crescendoed to anguished shrieks.
Then I heard her voice
Burn holes through the past
Where she asked me to try and stand up straight.
But I couldn't stand to charge my lungs with breath
So she lifted
Strangeness off my chest.
I felt her hollow hand
Hold up my reeling head
And wondered how a surreal Echo
Could be so physical.
There I was, dancing on sweet toes
Through halls of foreign eyes,
My tears a solution of dread and fright
Clinging to my skin
Yet my body was dry as October leaves;
Easy to ignite
And like a matchstick burnt
Through dim eras of pain
Until she poured over me
Like a waterfall.
Then I felt her voice
Shake the milkyway,
Scattering moondust in my eyes,
Blinding me with a lunar l
River of TimeButterflies' wings beat in harmonyRiver of Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each making small ripple
Bumping and birthing new waves
Immortal pulses that will echo
Sounding faint through the infinite space of time
Time that runs like water
Cannot be held, course unalterable
Its force rendering everything
Ignoring the reality
I continue, a fallacy
Living, breathing, absorbing sun
My feet are damp
My hands are wet
I trudge on, delicate movement
Creating minuscule disturbances in this vast stream
Je Suis La NuitThe night belongs to me, in all its whispering shadowsJe Suis La Nuit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the watcher, the seer, the stand-in-the-dark-and-knower
The darkness is the cloak around me, the rough ground my dance floor
I am the silence and the sudden laughter,
And the melancholy melody of the party you weren't invited to.
This is my kingdom, my house of evening adventures,
Full of the clink of wine glasses and the shouting of revellers
My manor, with its well of sorrow and alcohol
I see how the light slides from graffiti and love it,
I smell the smoke of the burning barbecue and smile,
In concrete ginels, behind green gardens.
The stars are my hair-jewels, the moon my fan
The fading reflections from office windows are my dresses
The lipstick I flaunt is the red of cars hurrying home,
My perfume, the river at the end of the day
I prowl without prey, in the shivering anticipation
At the wind-down, in the high before sleep
My spotlight is the amber moon, over bare branches and shingles
My people, my subjects,
Are the quie
Do a Line With MeThe skeletons wouldDo a Line With Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not stay in my closet
even though I had locked the door
they came shilly-shallying
across the threshold
with a wild dance macabre
I gritted my teeth
threw up a desperate prayer
and began the hunt
the rabid smash began
crushed, demolished, pulverized
all to a white powder
for you, my dear
The Shower's TherapyLetting the skins drape to the floor,The Shower's Therapy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I reveal my body to the chilled sliding glass,
Stepping away from a mottled brown door,
The sudden sound of rain across tile soothes my ears.
Each step across the icy floor, over into the light blue haven,
A breath, a gasp, the warmth of each droplet slicing my skin, my blood spreading,
My hair loops down across my shoulders,
Like silken chords of brunette hues shining,
I watch as the water slides down the ropes, and dances off into the air before thinning below,
Slowly, I'm shaking,
My breath too shallow, backing up, clearing my eyes,
I lay against the stones and let the rain envelop me.
I forget everything and listen to it rush past my ears.
I watch as it decorates my pale skin with peach dew drops,
And I envy...
I close my eyes and let this constant pounding of the shower beat down on my back,
My nerves begin to dull and I feel rocked to sleep,
tucked in by the coolness of the tiles below my legs...
When I try to stand again, in fear of sitting
TriggerBetrayal and derisionTrigger2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Were the bullets in your gun,
And you shot with the skill and precision
Of a seasoned marksman.
But just as I was expiring
on the edge of existence,
You decided that the sea
Would not carry me
Off to a diluted heaven.
You brought me back,
Back in the lonely tower,
Where you fed me lies, coated in sugary syllables,
Pretending they were medicine.
You rubbed salt in to my wounds as you stitched them shut.
I needed rest.
While I slept,
You blocked off paths
that might have led to another's hospitality.
Demons were outside the window.
They watched as I suffered,
Hoping I would die.
But I could not.
You sometimes check my vital signs.
I am held together,
But never whole.
You never could remove that one last bullet,
Can't heal the hole in my heart.