Mahogany Files 3My new entry schedule is going to be at least one every week, so that I can at least keep up-to-date with my journal. Not a lot happens in a week, so it's not like there'll be too much to write about.
It's... not working the best, I have to admit. I was going to write an entry every Monday, but today's Friday. I procrastinated until today, basically. But I guess, maybe it's better to write one at the end of the week? So everything that happened in the past few days is still fresh in my mind.
Alright, that settles it. I'll update every Friday (or maybe Saturday, if I'm too loaded at work). Remind me to keep updating every week.
Wait a second, let me put it on the calendar. Be right back.
Alright, I'm back. Thank goodness nobody was around to catch me. See, right now I'm sorting through our mail - the lab's mail, not mine personally. It's a boring chore that we have to do every week, with all of us taking turns, and if you slack off or forget it's your turn, well... It's not someth
Checkmate"Checkmate," Cheren commented airily.Checkmate4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Touko scanned the board, her eyes sharply looking for some escape, some way out. But there was none; her white king was trapped, her queen positioned uselessly in black's jail, along with many a pawn and other loyal pieces that had fallen before the enemy in the line of fire. Nothing could save the pitiful king from the black queen - her wrath had dominated the board, commanding one soldier after another to advance. Cheren's cleverness had beaten Touko's, and her kingdom was captured as a result.
She sighed. "You win. Again." With that she tipped over her king, and it landed with a clack upon the wooden board, signaling that Cheren was the winner. He sighed, too, brushing a lock of black hair out of his eyes.
"You're too easy, Touko," he chided her. "You're better than Bianca, I have to say - she has the brains of a Pachirisu with an electric personality to match - but Touya's better. He's competitive and
Silver's Thought"Hey, Silver!"Silver's Thought5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Stop pestering me.
"Because you're annoying."
Wipe that silly smile off your face.
Smiling is for weaklings.
"See? You're doing it again, Kotone."
"Being annoying. Like always."
You're a weakling, Kotone.
"Oh, look, Cyndaquil is here. Say hello to Cyndaquil, Silver."
"Get that thing away from me."
"That's not very nice, Silver. Apologize to Cyndaquil."
If I'm with weaklings, I'll become a weakling.
I have to get away from her.
"Oh, c'mon, Silvy."
"Don't call me that."
"SILVY SILVY SILVY."
"Stop it, Kotone. I'm serious."
Why is she still smiling?
I don't want her.
She seems to want me.
"Kotone, I have to go."
"Go? Go where?"
"Anywhere but here."
"Can't you stay? Just for a little while?"
"Look, the sun's already setting. I'm hungry. I can't stay. I have to go."
"We can eat together."
The sun already went down.
So much for getting a
Taboo - Chapter OnePokémon.Taboo - Chapter One4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What comes to mind when you hear this word? Fun battles between competing Trainers? Amazing creatures that can change shape and evolve with experience? The challenge to fill the Pokédex, container of all information on Pokémon?
That's the way it was back then. Way back, many years ago, when all Trainers were kind at heart and treated their Pokémon with love, when battles were greatly encouraged.
But that was back before the Taboo.
Pokémon battles had become so popular all those years ago that people lost sight of how dangerous they could be. Maybe that was because most Trainers were good and loved all Pokémon. Maybe because when evildoers came to threaten the Pokémon, there was always a courageous Trainer to stop them.
Somewhere along the line, however, the battles started to become more real and more deadly. Trainers had strengthened their Pokémon so much that the line between knocking out and downright killing was blurred. Battles everywhere turned into bloody fights to the
Taboo - Chapter TwoBianca pushed open the door, nearly dragging herself out of the building where the Cerulean City Arena was held. Her eyelids were drooping from exhaustion, and her shoulders were slumped.Taboo - Chapter Two4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This Arena had lasted nearly twelve hours, filled with nonstop battles and hardly any time to rest in between; other Arenas could last half as long or more, depending on the number of challengers. Bianca was surprised she was able to tough it out through the Pewter City Arena (which had taken place a week ago) let alone win it and move on to the next Arena in Cerulean and win that, too.
A yawn escaped her lips as she walked down the busy sidewalk, interrupting her thoughts; she was only half awake and longed to go back to her hotel, but her stomach was growling loudly. She needed food.
The first order of business was to go to the bank. Bianca's wallet only held a few dollars, hardly enough for a nice meal at a restaurant (although she doubted any of them would be open this late), but she knew o
Taboo - Chapter Three"What a beautiful day!" Cameron announced as he looked around the forest clearing. "Yes, a fine day to be traveling to Vermillion! A fine day indeed." He nodded, satisfied.Taboo - Chapter Three4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bianca finished setting her bike up against a sturdy tree and walked up beside him, scanning the area. They had left Cerulean just a day after the fight with the mysterious stranger; Bianca was forced by the hospital staff to stay there until at least the next day -- bandages now covered her nose and damaged forehead -- and Cameron still had to quit his job ("I mean, if I'm going to Fuchsia to live with my mom, I'm probably not going to keep my job at Cerulean, yeah?").
Since Cameron and Bianca owned bikes instead of cars, they traveled along the old forest paths that were in use before cars became a more popular way of transportation. Cameron didn't care whether they biked the forest road or the asphalt road, but Bianca, having traveled around on a bike for much of her life, firmly dictated that they used the
Three Small Words"Say it."Three Small Words5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Come on, please?"
She sat cross-legged on the bed of our room in the Pokemon Center, her hair soaked and matted on her shoulders from her recent shower, water dripping deliciously down her shirt. I tried my best not to stare, but she didn't make it easy; the black thinly-strapped tanktop she normally wore under her hooded shirt clung tightly to her torso, and at the top the very faintest, tantalizing crease of cleavage waved enticingly at my eyes.
She leered at me and sighed, leaning back on her elbows in an awkward position and sticking her bottom lip out in a pout. "Jeez, Silver, you're so stubborn," she said, adding heavy eyelids to her sulk's repertoire.
I rubbed the white towel over my also-showered hair in a drying manner, ignoring her as I sat on the bed opposite her.
She watched me in silence for a moment and then sat up again and leaned forward, her dampened breasts smushing together in a way so intox
Sunset Icecream -KH Fanfic-A giant ball of orange flame hung in the sky, washing the city with a soft autumn glow. A breeze flowed throughout the town, whipping the black cloak of a young man into a swirl of cloth.Sunset Icecream -KH Fanfic-4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The man's flaming, spiky red hair was a striking contrast against the pitch-black coat he wore or rather, the monochrome coat was in contrast with his warm features; his fair skin, his shrewd sea-green eyes, his casual grin.
His eyes squinted against the intense rays of the forever-setting sun as he gazed at a train chugging down the railroad in the distance. He sat on the edge of the top of a tall clock tower, a magnificent view that let him see the entire town. The young man would always come here with his two friends to hang out and eat ice cream.
Speaking of his friends, where were they? He glanced behind him to look at the entrance to the balcony. Guess it's just me today he sighed inwardly. I would've at least expected Roxas to come, but maybe that mission Saix
First - SoulsilvershippingFirstFirst - Soulsilvershipping5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If you asked yourself if you died right now, would you die happy, how would you answer that? Would you say, yes, I could die happy right now because my life is perfect? Would you say, wait! I didn't get everything I wanted? Would you say, no, I wanted to change the world first? Would you be able to die happy now?
My answer should have been the former. Yes, I was completely content with how my life panned out! I was, after all, the Champion of Johto and Kanto. Shouldn't I have been happy with everything I achieved? Champion of Johto and Kanto, nemesis of Team Rocket, aide of two famous Pokémon Professors, the Chosen One of the Legendary Pokémon, new Gym Leader of Mahogany Town (after my predecessor so suddenly retired) People recognized me on the streets, randomly coming up to see if I was really Kotone, that girl who beat Wataru and Red.
And I was.
So, why was I so miserable? Why did I wake up every morning hoping that one boy, whom I knew would