Forgotten SoulForgotten Soul4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Brother, what are you playing?"
"Pokémon Leaf Green."
"Don't you get tired of playing that game for hours?"
"No. I love this game because I love it, okay?"
"What a pri- Hey! Isn't that a golden Pidgey?"
"What do you mean with a golden Pi- Oh my god! A Shiny Pidgey!"
"Shiny Pidgey! It's normally brown, but this one is golden."
"Oh boy. I remember I caught a Shiny Poochyena, and then..."
"Shhhh! I'm trying to capture it! Let me see... Bag... Poké Balls... Great Ball... Use."
So, I saw how a Pokéball flew towards the Shiny Pidgey and captured it. After it did shake three times and did a click, I became excited of my Shiny Pidgey. I showed it to my sister, who was next to me, trolling me. Then, I began to give it a nickname.
After I did so, I went all the way to the Pokémon Center and change my Pidgey named Eol for this Shiny Pidgey, because I was eager to train my Shiny Pidgey. I left the Pokémon Center and began to train my n
Cold as FlamesHe said that we'd always be together. He said that we'd be the greatest team in the whole world. He promised me that he'd never let me down. I did the same for him. But he was a liar from the start. Oh, how he lied.Cold as Flames5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I can remember the first time we ever met. I was released from my poke ball in that laboratory. The boy smiled at me and loved me. He even gave me a name. He called me Icefire. I wasn't sure why, because ice and fire are complete opposites, but I gladly accepted the name. That was they day that our adventure started.
He caught many pokemon, but I was always his favorite. His party pokemon changed often, but I was never switched out. I was there for every gym battle, every trainer battle, heck, I was hardly ever inside of my pokeball. There was never a battle that we lost, not once did I faint during a fight. I loved him, and he loved me. I had evolved from a Charmander to a Charmeleon within no time. By the time he recieved his fifth gym badge I was a Charizard. I was sure
Kanashii...ohayou... o-oh I'm sorry, I assume you must speak english? Gomen... I am from Japan, my name is Taisetsu and I'm a Gardevoir. Many years ago in this small village I moved to, some very interesting things happened. I'm sorry I've gone ahead again...Kanashii4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm sure you've heard of Kanashii?
She was only a young Mew when I found her floating in a bubble right below the surface of a lake. The lake was inside of a crystalline cave where all colours of crystal could be found.
It was beautiful inside that cave.
The day I went into the cave and saw Kanashii below the surface was only the beginning. Once I had pulled the bubble from the water and it had popped, I picked up the tiny pokemon inside.
At the time I did not know such pokemon existed, and so I brought the tiny being to our village.
Immediately the villagers told me to put the pokemon back, saying it would only bring misery, but after the recent loss of my daughter, I couldn't abandon the tiny pokemon to fend for herself.
Natu, the villa
Paralyzed TrustI could hear their voices outside...was I even awake yet?Paralyzed Trust4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Slowly, I opened my eyes. My sight was blurred - but I could still see through the Pokeball I was being kept in.
I saw a girl. She had her fists clenched up near her throat in a fan-girly type of way. Her hair was a long shade of light blue, with her eyes being a sparkly gold color.
"Alright, Shade. Pick your Pokemon..." I heard the professor say, and I saw him smile.
"Which ones are there?!" The girl, I presumed her name was Shade, looked at me and the Pokeballs containing the Pokemon beside me.
"As I said, I have the one you caught out of fear."
Oh yes, I remember. I was walking around in the grass, minding my own business...when a girl slammed into me. I turned to her with a glare, not wanting to deal with stupid trainers. She cried out in a immature way before throwing a rock at me, slamming against my head.
"Wait! Let me handle this!"
Out of my head-slamming headache, I heard a command for another Pokemon. As
Pokerus Gone WrongEntry 1: Mother told me to write in this journal every day that I'm in this rescue team thing. She said it might hold interesting stories that others would love to hear. Anyways, I joined the guild with my new partner. He's an Absol named Yin. I've never met him before, but after talking to him for a few hours at the guild, I think he's trustable. That's all I gotta report today.Pokerus Gone Wrong4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Entry 2: Yin and I got to go on our first mission today. It was really fun, and my partner is really strong and brave. I hope I don't slow him down.
Entry 3: Sentry duty today. It was interesting, as I have never done it before. I got in trouble for not knowing what Pokémon were what. I guess I should start studying footprints
Entry 4: Life at the guild is tough. I've noticed that over the past few days Yin has been getting slower and slower, even though he is leveling up like crazy and eating a lot. I sure hope he's okay
Entry 5: It's been over a month since I've started the guild.
iNsAnEWhen I was young, about 7 years old, my family went on a vacation. It was just around my birthday, and I can remember being upset because I wanted to have a party with my friends. On the morning that we were going to leave, my parents gave me a present. It was a hot pink gameboy color, with a game called "Pokemon Crystal Version". Now, I didn't know much about pokemon, only that my brothers loved to watch the show. I knew Pikachu, Squirtle, Bulbasaur, and Charmander but that was about it. I had no idea that Pokemon was also a game.iNsAnE4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Regardless of that, I was overjoyed with my new game. I played it right away. And let me just say that I never stopped playing it over the 20 or so hours of driving we did. The starter I picked was Totodile. I named him Tody. Tody was my favorite pokemon. I spent hours training him in the grass just outside of New Bark Town. By the time I actually did get to Violet City, Tody was a Croconaw, and the rest of my pokemon were still level 5 or 6.
I explored Viol
Trapped in MemoriesEntry #1 (April 26, 2011) - My parents finally left on their trip. It's lonely with no one around, but it's always good to get a little time to yourself, right? It's so calm outside. I suppose I'll take a walk, later.Trapped in Memories4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Entry #2 (April 27, 2011) - Oh, my gosh! I found the cutest little Pokémon today! At least...I think he's a Pokémon. He's a little guy, with a big, blue head, and green eyes. His fingers are different colors! I'll name him...Masada! It's a cute name for a cute little guy like him, right? At least now, I don't have to worry about being alone.
Entry #3 (April 28, 2011) - Masada and I went walking, today. He doesn't really walk, actually, he floats. I guess he might be a Psychic-type, since I don't see any wings on him...he's really interesting. Although, last night, he kept me up. He was doing who knows what, wandering around, bumping into things, making strange noises, and I think I saw some glowing lights? It's nice to have someone around while my parents
Apple of my eyeIf only I hadn't gone into the Black City.Apple of my eye4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Then maybe I wouldn't have heard that horrible melody.
Maybe I wouldn't have been bewitched into capturing her.
I walked into Black city hesitantly. It wasn't exactly my favorite place in the Unova region. The only thing people wanted from there was to battle and me being from the White forest didn't actually like battling, however I did need to go to the Black City for my groceries. I had Gigi, my shiny gardevoir's pokeball in hand. It had been by total accident that I had caught her. I had meant to use the pokeball to catch a trapinch so I would eventually have a flygon to be able to fly somewhere else instead of having to go to Black City when I needed stuff. But I tripped when I went to throw the pokeball and it somehow hit the shiny ralts instead. But my troubles aren't with her. It was with an entirely different pokemon. Meloetta.
I had finished geting my groceries from the pokemart and manged to avoid most battles. I
Where's my sister?Where's my sister?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am a boy who plays RPG games, such as YS, Legend of Zelda, Final Fantasy and mostly, Pokémon. Why Pokémon? Because its story is awesome and I love how the Pokémon look like. I am a fanboy of Snorlax, because I think Snorlax is awesome, despite his look. When the 4th Generation games came out, I became amused at Snorlax's pre-evolution, Munchlax, because it looks kind of funny. However, what did not amuse me was the so-called "Gonbe Effect", but that's another history.
I had a cartridge of Pokémon Fire Red, where I caught two Snorlax; a male and a female. I named them "Laxsnor" and "Snory" respectively. The names were after the Pokémon Stadium games. Everytime I challenged my friend, whose name is Rick in his Leaf Green (mine is Gar), I would always do a double battle against him and beat his entire party with Laxsnor and Snory. He always asked to himself how I beat him with the Snorlax duo.
Unfortunately, I grew bored of this game and decided to download Pok&
pokemon safear Pokemon Safearpokemon safear4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I hissed in impatience as I threw the spare room's door open. I was bored out of my skull and needed something to do and as this was the room of crap, there was bound to be something in it. I rummaged about, feeling the top of the wardrobe until my hand brushed against a large box. I grinned as I pulled it down, in it were all the multi-coloured games of my past. I laughed and dug around in the box until I snagged a deep blue GBA cartridge, I smiled as I looked at the title "Pokemon: Sapphire".
I dug around the box a bit more until I found my sleek (horribly scratched) GBA. The black tribal markings were almost unrecognisable on the front of the worn game sys
A Fairy's Love"What is my favourite Pokémon...?"A Fairy's Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat down on my bed to think; it had been a rough few days helping my grandma moving in and I needed the time I had to rest. She was out of sorts because Grandpa, her husband, had just passed. I hadn't been close to him but I still missed him. My mother would be able to keep grandma calm - that I was sure of. Screaming echoed through the house.
"Fairy magic resides in this house! The same magic and horror that stole away my husband will be the end of us!"
Someone screamed at the top of their lungs and as I went down I saw my mother crying softly. My father restrained Grandma from flailing too much, and I noticed my mother was holding onto something. As I went closer I saw that it was a small doll; a ragdoll, but she clutched it close. She looked up at me and glared. Deciding that she needed some form of comfort, I walked over to her and hugged her tight.
"Take this doll, Seb," she hissed while pulling me close, "it is very important it stays saf
SLASHER[The following groups of text were found inside of a small and abandoned home in a suburban area, underneath a purple Gameboy Advance, which is in the middle of the floor in a small bedroom, with the screen having six small scratch markings on it, a cracked frame, and a missing "B" button, along with a seemingly irremovable Pokémon Emerald cartridge left in it. The green light on the Gameboy is still on, though the screen is black. The stationary this was written on is crumbled and yellowed, while the edges seem to be ripped and cut.]SLASHER4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
July 2th, 2006
Words cannot express how happy I was to find it. Finally, something interesting in this place.
There is a small shop located in the far north of this neighborhood; my younger brother and I found it yesterday while browsing around our new home and introducing ourselves to everyone by mother's orders. I wasn't very keen on my family moving here; it's too quiet and sleepy. Nothing is here that was in our last neighborhood; no street light
FeralIt was abandoned. Left in the desert to die. It didn't meet expectations, so it was to be disposed of. Its DNA was laced with the experiment, but while the other tests had 'broken', this one endured. But it didn't take.Feral5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Or so they thought.
It was perfect. It was completely and utterly perfect as it lay there, asleep in that alleyway. The tiny Pokémon's deep, even breathing indicated that it was in a deep slumber obviously it was bone tired, as if that had been Trainer-induced, surely the thing wouldn't be out where it was now.
With great care, the man carefully approached the brown and cream ball of fluff. Its tail twitched over its nose and its breathing was deep and even, sound asleep and lost in a land of dreams.
But it was just .lying there, all sweet and innocent and ready for the catching. He had promised his daughter an Eevee for her birthday, and had initially planned on getting one from
fr_refuge.forbidA long time ago, when I was in the eighth grade, I had a young friend in the same grade as I was, but from a different classroom. He always came off as odd to me and everyone else; he was the dark, silent, and morbid type, never talking to anyone and always sitting on his own, not even looking at anyone who passed by. Perhaps he just didn't know how to approach anyone. He took a strong interest to dark things, such as books with the horror genre, and he was a dark artist, the giant sketchbook that he always carried around with him riddled with spine-tingling, colorless, abandoned, and deadly-looking landscapes, and intimidating, made-up creatures with fangs and claws the size of monkey wrenches. Some of these creatures were more sinister versions of already existing creatures; once, I saw him drawing what seemed like one of those monsters from the Pokémon games; but I never got a clear look at it. I, though I feel odd saying so, was fond of his art style. I'd always see him drawinfr_refuge.forbid4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Haunter's Next VictimHaunter's Next Victim4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I know we should have listened.
It started on one of those cold, foggy nights. You know, the ones that are perfect for telling scary stories. Me and my friend, we were little kids. My mom made us hot cocoa and we sat in a circle with my brothers in the basement. My oldest brother started to tell us a story about a ghost pokemon.
"It hides in dark places and waits for it's next victim. Nobody ever sees it coming. As the person blindly walks through the dark, it silently sneaks up behind them and saps the life out of them with its tongue!" My brother whispered eerily.
My friend and I huddled closer together. "W-what does it do with body? Does it eat them?" I asked.
My brother shook his head. "No, it floats over their bodies and watches in pleasure as they slowly die. If you get licked, you are paralyzed and fall to the ground. Your body keeps shaking and shaking and you suffer like that until you die!"
"How do you know all of this?" My friend tried to sound brave.
My brother leaned in cl
ScizorScizor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scizor ~ This POKéMON's pincers, which contain steel, can crush any hard object it gets a hold of into bits.
Of course by hard objects the pokedex means ones head. How do i know... i lost my first pokemon to a Scizor. My dear sweet Houndoom was lost to me. But i suppose i should start from the beginning.
Since i was little i was never a big battler, I was a show girl. At lest thats what my dad told me, When i turned ten I got my first pokemon, or rather an egg. The egg was a deep black and I had personally gotten to chose it from the local poke-shelter where the unwanted eggs go till there hatched. The egg was a dark black with two sliver lines over an orange spot. The October winds wipped about my face, as i looked at the egg. My eyes were wide as i picked up it up, my first thought being that if i dropped it i might kill my first pokemon so i hung on tightly to it. So tightly in fact that my mother couldn't get me to leave it alone. I slept with it, bathed with it, even tryed to
Make mama proud...Every night I dream of my mama...Make mama proud...4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Every night... I have a nightmare of how she was killed...
those ruthless people with the "R" on their shirts...
They killed my mama... in my sorrows, I wear her skull so she will always be with me...
Sometimes... I wondered "what if..."
What if mama were still alive...?
What if Mr.Fuji hadn't come...?
What if... I ever saw the man who killed mama again?
But... that's impossible right? After all you know Mr. Fuji said mama was at rest.
That's what I thought too...
It was in Pokémon tower... I was still fairly young... when I saw the strange Pokémon... it was black with red eyes... and a mask on his tail...
He said he was a Yamask... that he came here from a region called Unova in search for something...
We became fast friends, that Yamask and I... and he became almost a ... father figure to me.
Had I known who or what he truly was... it would have never happened.
Sometimes I noticed, he would look at his mask and cry.
It bothered m