Life of a JolteonLife of a Jolteon1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Life of a Jolteon
A blinding light.
Many voices talking at once.
They sounded excited.
As if they just achieved something spectacular.
Then a face appeared in my field of vision. A middle aged man, maybe in his late forties looked down at me. He didn't say anything, he just stared.
I felt intimidated and tried to look away.
First of all, he seemed to trap my gaze with his. And second, I couldn't move my body. Not even my little finger. I was completely paralyzed.
After what seemed like an eternity, the man finally looked away. He called out to someone, but I couldn't make out the details. A second face appeared above me. Another man, though this one looked older. He had a beard and wore thick glasses on his nose. They exchanged a few words and then the first man disappeared.
The other man looked after him for a moment, before switching his gaze downwards. "You're awake." he stated. Then he turned away as well and began giving out orders to other people in the room.
Life of a GlaceonLife of a Glaceon7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Life of a Glaceon
"Fria is still gone?" Rudolph asked.
The men and women at the table nodded. "It's the same as every time. She disappears all of the sudden in the middle of the night and remains gone for almost three weeks. Then she returns in the same fashion." Samuel sighed. "I just don't understand what that woman is doing..."
"Nobody does that, Sam." Martha replied. "No matter how often we asked her, she ignores us completely and denies any comment."
"Damn woman." Gerard grumbled. "If we wouldn't be dependent on her, then-"
"Oh stop it Gerard." Lisbeth snarled. "You know just as well as I do that there will never be a replacement for Fria's convenience store. It's simply impossible! Remember the times before her arrival? Barely any traders took it upon themselves to visit our small village. And-"
"Yes, yes I know! I just can't stand that woman and her freezing nature. It's unsettling!"
Suddenly a cold windblast, carrying a myriad of snowflakes, surged through the room. As one the
Sad RegretI dont hate you any longer,Sad Regret7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dont feel anger at your name,
I dont rage at your existence,
I dont get mad when youre mentioned,
Sad regret coming to mind.
I hear songs and think of you,
I hear about time wasted,
I hear the lies you told,
I hear nothing good,
Sad regret coming to mind.
I knew from the beginning,
I knew the time had come,
I knew how this would turn out,
I knew it you werent true,
Sad regret coming to mind.
I know ill get over you,
I know it will pass soon,
I know the betrayal will ease,
I know you dont care,
Sad regret coming to mind.
I want my wasted time back,
I want the past erased,
I want this memory gone,
I want to turn back time,
Sad regret coming to mind.
When I think of you,
All that comes to mind...
Is sad, sad , sad regret.
The Life of an Espeon Hybrid - Part 1DNA integration at 12%. Research as to species designation 196 proceeding smoothly. Test subject given serial number of E-16-A.The Life of an Espeon Hybrid - Part 17 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Giovanni smiled. His research was progressing smoothly. Soon, he would have the army he so desperately wanted.
He awoke with a start. He was still a bit disoriented, but he was fairly certain that he was strapped down to a table. After a quick look around, he confirmed that was the case, and that there were many wires attached to him all over his body. He couldn't remember much, not even his own name. He tried to move his hand and felt a sharp pain - there appeared to be some sort of needle sticking out of it, connected to a tube with a light purple liquid either coming into it or coming out of it. Suddenly, he went onto high alert.
Someone is coming...
"Ah, so you're awake, are you?" A gruff voice came from behind him. He couldn't see the man speaking, as he couldn't turn his head to look. "As long as you cooperate, everything will be easy for y
AzureAzure4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Princess, I've told you many times not to go out on the woods at night," said a father to his daughter. There was a disappointed look on his face as pulled at the girls hand.
They walked hand in hand. The man was leading the young girl back to their home away from the woods into a vibrant plain with a cozy two story house.
However, the little girl turned her head away from her father and pouted.
Despite this, the man continued to talk to her. "You know how dangerous the woods can be at night," he continued, but to no avail.
The girl continued to pout. He didnt understand... he didnt know what she knew...
"You don't know that," she mumbled as she kept looking away.
The man stopped briefly, turned around, and rested his hands over his daughter's shoulders.
"You don't know about the incident that happened 3 years ago," he said with a caring voice. "You were too young to remember, but there was an alert for a very dangerous animal or pokémon that wrecked the forest,"
An Umbreon's LifeI am beginning to hate this white ceiling. Tried to move, but something restricting my movement. About half-a-day ago, I think, some guy in a suit had made, what they had called a "Pokemon-Human-Hybrid", whatever that is. Appearentily, I am one as well.An Umbreon's Life1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Who I am? I'm, according to those men in white coats, U-99, once again, whatever that means. The earlier one, my 'older sister', if you will, is called J-31. Before I could get comfortable, there was an explosion nearby. Someone in all black came in and released me. I was far too weak, thanks to those blasted fluids, to fight. The person carried me, on one shoulder. I was surprised that this person, being the same height as me, could carry both of us with such speed.
Before long, we were outside. We were alone, and I was rightfully frieghtened of my rescuer. She removed her mask. Her bushy, hip-length blue hair coming from her head. She reached out her right hand, and I instictively backed away. What she grabbed, I realized, was my left
Life of a Glaceon 2Life of a Glaceon 27 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lissandra ran. She ran as fast she could, carrying the wrapped up Eevee in her arms and trying not to stumble and fall over in the thick snow. Behind her she could hear the Vigoroth scream and rage and hoped that Fria was alright. She had done something terrible and cursed herself for doing so. There just hadn’t been any other way…
After more than half an hour of running in a straight line away from the clearing, at least she hoped that she was still running in a straight line, she stopped below a large pine tree to catch her breath. “I… have… no freaking clue where I am…” She panted more to herself than to anyone else. The only one near her was the wounded Eevee and that had fallen unconscious from all the up and down and shacking during their escape. Lissandra tried to calm herself down enough to breath normally again. Her whole throat was sore and hurting from all the running in icy cold air and she had to cough several times for it to feel
Pokemon: Broken TiesPokemon: Broken Ties3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Broken Ties~ A Pokémon Fanfiction
(Note: This is the canon Pokémon game universe (G/S/C/HG/SS), but the characters are older. Gold is fourteen and the Kanto trainers are seventeen or so.)
They still see each other sometimes, of course- periodically, occasionally, just enough times to assure Green that Red had not killed himself yet- but it was almost as if that with each passing day, the gap that was between them grew ever more wider than before.
It had not always been this way of course. Once upon a time, they had dreamt of the whole world- two little kids with a girl called Leaf, the closest of friends, united by a common dream: to be the greatest of the great, to etch their names in history. To be champions, all. The question of who would be stronger never arose- it was a topic that they never really talked about or thought about.
What hadn't been in the planned agenda: the break in their friendship bought by too many issues
The MaraudersMoony;The Marauders9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Worn and grey,
Withered before his time.
Wolf he becomes,
But not of his choosing.
Silent and dark,
Stolen from the path.
Rat to his nature,
Rotten to the bone.
Loyal and Pure,
Placed with the lion.
The grim in apperance,
Vanished beyond the vail.
Free and winded,
Seeking from year one.
The stag his mark,
Betrayed by a thoughtless friend.
Their friendship is legend,
Unseen in the passages of hogwarts.
Passed have two,
All soon to the lost,
In the passages of eternal time.
Like Shattered GlassBroken bones like shattered glassLike Shattered Glass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crash down to the floor.
Her screams go unnoticed
Until she falls eerily silent.
"Shhh, it's only me."
Can anyone hear?
Does anyone know?
Arms pinned above her head,
She freezes in fear.
Please let it be quick this time.
Please let this end.
Close your eyes, child
And leave your body behind.
Tapped in these moments
I cannot forget.
I will always remember, and I cannot
Nothing's WrongAre you okay?Nothing's Wrong2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walk away
Can't stand to look
At your face
Straight into your eyes
Without that feeling
That I despise
Are you okay?
Keep my head down,
Hand's in my pockets
I smile along
Except for me falling apart
That fear to leave my home
That fear to return
The fear of being followed
If you can't see it in me
Are you okay?
What does it look like?
To elude my true feeling
The blue under the red
But I say nothing
No one calls for help
Neither do I.
It's just one large social experiment.
I can't play the clown anymore
No longer can I smile
Are you okay?
It doesn't seem that way, are you sure?
You don't care anyway
You tried to take my life away
You pretend like it's fun and games
You made me fall right from the start
This is why I'm falling apart.
Hands in pockets
RememberCould anyone remember those days spent?Remember2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those days spent in dust, blood, gunfire, blazing sun..
Fathers, Brothers, Sisters and Mothers forced away from home,
With family unsure if they'll ever make it back.
They can remember.
Those who know, and never forget,
Are the ones who made sure you could sleep at night in peace.
They gave the illusion of unconditional freedom.
They lived, fought, and died for us back Home.
Always fly our flag with pride.
Never forget what they have done.
Remember the sacrifices,
Remember Freedom Is Never Free.
snowflakes.in july, i cut out paper snowflakes and colored them rainbow, then taped them to the inside of my window.snowflakes.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"what's with the snowflakes?" you asked, confused, when you noticed them.
"i like snowflakes," i replied simply.
"but it's july. it never snows in july, so why put snowflakes up?" you asked, still puzzled.
i said, "because if a miracle happens and it does snow, the inside will match the outside for once."
you asked, after a moment's pause, "why color them rainbow?"
"because not everything is black and white."
but you never understood. later, you tore them down, and i caught you feeding them to a candle's flames.
it was foggy the day you left.
i made a handprint on your back window so you'd have something to remember me by.
but, like memories, it slowly faded.
i wrote you a letter.
i miss the way you drew hearts on my hand; the way your hair looked in the wind. i miss the color of your eyes and the way your skin felt on mine.
i'm still trying to decide if i miss <i>
Romano x Reader: Faded to Black Part 3Romano x Reader: Faded to Black Part 32 years ago in Drama More Like This
A few days later you were allowed to go home. The doctors had told you how you'd gotten to the hospital. Apparently your friends had found you badly beaten, on the verge of unconsciousness and they had quickly brought you to the hospital. You still couldn't see or remember anything, but other than that you were physically fine and given the clear to go.
Romano had stayed with you all the time you were in the hospital, refusing to leave you alone. Some of the others had visited you too, and all of them had talked and tried to act normal around you, even though it broke their hearts to see you both blind and amnesiac. So when you and they were told that you were allowed to go home, they lightened up a little.
Soon enough though, they started arguing about who should help you home. Elizaveta's and Alfred's argument was that they'd known you the longest (and Alfred being a 'Hero') and therefore should help and follow you home. While Arthur's argument was that it would be very ungentlemanly
Romano x Reader: Faded to Black Part 4Romano x Reader: Faded to Black Part 42 years ago in Drama More Like This
Eventually you got to 'your house' (you assumed it was, considering you couldn't see it) Romano and Feliciano helped you out of the car, then led you to the front door and helped you in. You three were followed by two more pairs of feet – most likely Arthur and Elizaveta. When you stepped in the house was dead silent.
"Uhm... If I'm in high school, shouldn't my parents be here?" you asked.
No one answered. "Uhm... Guys?"
You then felt yourself being grabbed gently and carefully dragged away from the others. You stopped somewhere a bit off from the others. The one who dragged you there placed themselves in front of you, then they carefully cupped your face in their hand.
"Sveetie." Ah, it was Elizaveta. "You've been living alone for quite some time now. Since just before high school actually." she said sympathetically.
"I have?" you frowned.
You really didn't like having amnesia. You wanted to be able to remember your friends, your life and yourself, but at the moment you couldn't
JUST A GAME.JUST A GAME.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I always had loved playing Pokémon, even at my age... I started with that cute little Pikachu game. Pokémon Yellow. Sadly, I never had Blue or Red. I had only seen it when I was trading around with my friend. From there on, I started collecting the games. Going from Pokémon Snap to the Trading Cards game, to the figures, the trading cards, Silver, Crystal, Sapphire, Emerald, Firered, twice even, Heartgold, Soulsilver and even Platinum, Explorers of Darkness, Diamond, Pearl, Trozei and Black and White on my little r4 card. However with all those games coming and the better graphics.. My Pokémon yellow lay forgotten in my drawer...
Until the day I decided to clean out my room. I had stumbled upon the yellow cartridge and couldn't help but smile in nostalgia. Without a second thought, I grasped my golden SP and pushed in the cartridge, sitting back against my mattress and watching the intro scene. I was met by the cheery Pikachu and couldn't help but snicker. I remembe
Duplicate (Poem)Duplicate (Poem)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They built me in the shadows
And bled my sallow, rigid
Blood until I was a waif
And bent on hell's revenge.
At the toll of torn benevolence
Rose my mother and my
Forefathers; yet none of
Them could ever stand with me.
They construct my heart from
Beating tissue of living flesh,
Ripped from the shreds and
Tatters of rotting, sour souls.
And so, here I lie, a product
Of a broken past and the
Malicious intent of men who
Were better strangled by fate.
Let no one find me, for I can
Do this on my wretched own.
Decrepit and disillusioned; no
One dares release my fetid bonds.
Yet I can hear the machinist's
Machines working for the men
Who bulk and exhaust their
Inhuman, sanguinary steam.
They incite my rage as I lie
On the cusp of sleepless sleep,
A savant of all the idiots that
Cannot stand their ground.
I can sense them, their crooked
Thoughts and smiles, bound
To bondage of kings and serfs
They sow an unrepentant land.
Hear me, now; I will end this
Sin to flawed perfection.
I will liv
Rogue Rascals1. FlameRogue Rascals2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Are you sure it's okay?" Niko asked carefully, lips pursing a worried frown. The Eevee beside him stood in defence, tail upward and ears twitched in eagerness.
"It'll be fine. All you gotta do is knock this wall down and we're good." Louie assured his friend. A huge wall of rusted metal positioned before them, disabling the Pokémon from getting any further. Niko stared in hesitance, left paw lightly tapping his mouth.
Blowing a huge sigh, he once again glanced over his partner, "I don't think I want to. You know what happened the last time I used my Flame Wheel."
The memory shot through his brain, making his fur spasm in displeasure. However, Louie quickly shook his head. "I know, I know. But that's months ago. And besides, you need the motivation once in a while." Flashing a white smile, he lightly stomped one paw on the ground. "And I have complete faith in you, bud."
Upon hearing such words, it stirred such brotherly warmth to the little Cyndaquil. Niko retur
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The BullyI met the bully today,The Bully2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It’s the first day of 6th grade.
I’m assigned to sit next to him all yearlong.
I thought, “He’ll be my new friend!” but boy, I was wrong.
I sit, wave, say “hi.”
Thinking I’ve just made a new ally.
He smiles, but not kindly. A sly look in his eye.
He was already thinking of ways to make me cry.
He called me a name or some other remark.
A hurtful jolt went through me with a spark.
“Maybe that’s his way of being funny.”
I laughed it off, and tried to be chummy.
Today the bully called me fat.
He pointed to my stomach and laughed like a brat.
I looked down at myself with no words to say
And for the first time noticed a large bulge on display.
I had no return as the bully went on.
He said my stomach was as wide as it was long.
“You must eat all the time when you’re at home.”
“You gain so much weight cuz you’re all alone!”
How can he be so mean to someone he just met?
2P EnglandxReader Colds...2P EnglandxReader Colds...2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It sure is hard trying to get to sleep when you can’t stop coughing…
Have you ever had such a bad cold that you can’t sleep because of your coughing? No? Count yourself lucky. The only thing that you want to do is sleep because you feel so crappy, and you can’t even do that. Unfortunately for me, this was the situation that I found myself in late one cold January night. I tried to suppress my latest coughing fit only to aggravate my already pounding head.
‘I wish Ollie was here… But he went back to England for the New Year.’ I sighed and blew my stuffed up nose, wincing as the tissue rasped against my inflamed nose. I rubbed my bloodshot eye trying to rid them of the burning sensation. I pulled my fluffy blue blanket around my shoulders a little tighter trying to ward off the cold that seemed to seep into my bones. I felt tears begin to prick my eyes as I wailed, “I want my Ollie!”
This probably wasn’t the best idea. My body
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
Deceived Looks "Oh you are such an adorable little girl!"Deceived Looks3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Oh my, what beautiful eyes you have!"
"My dear child, you look like a doll!"
All these words had been occupying my ears since birth. It didn't irritate me at first. In fact, I kind of liked it. I enjoyed the attention I was getting. My cheerful personality had won the hearts of many. My childish looks had attracted many attention from far and wide. I was proud to say the least. My voice was gentle and soothe, yet perky and loud like an angelic toddler.
I was what they would state me; a kid and lady at heart.
But I wasn't always happy with these compliments.
"Oh my, sweetheart, a lady does not take activities that involved getting dirty."
"You wish to train a Pokémon? My Arceus dear, you are such a sweet kidder! What nonsense!"
"Are you sure you can manage such a brutal
When Two Are One 12 Heartbeats raced. Time ticked. All were set in stone. One dashed at the speed of light. One screamed in utmost terror. One had his feet glued to the ground, making no sudden movements as the sharp tip zoomed in his vision.When Two Are One 122 years ago in Drama More Like This
Ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump BA-DUMP…!
Everything happened in a blink of an eye. Before the sword could pierce between N’s eyes, someone bumped into Isaac, causing him to crash and release his weapon. The Samurott landed and rolled a few paces to the left. Dizziness swept his mind, making him flinch as he hopped back to his feet. Anger sipped into his brain, lips pulling to a snarl at the attacker that stopped him.
However, all of it became pure shock to see the Pokémon that halted him. ‘Marcus what the hell?!’
Marcus stood on all fours in front of N. He stooped his front half, ears lowered and mouth breathing