Pokemon: Broken TiesPokemon: Broken Ties4 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
Like Shattered GlassBroken bones like shattered glassLike Shattered Glass3 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
Life of a GlaceonLife of a Glaceon1 year 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
Life of a Glaceon 2Life of a Glaceon 21 year 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
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 Life2 years 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 JolteonLife of a Jolteon2 years 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.
Nothing's WrongAre you okay?Nothing's Wrong3 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?Remember3 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.
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 world in your handsYou control us in the palm of your hands- training, feeding, moving, catching.The world in your hands4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Movements we cannot control ourselves no matter how much we may wish it.
Programmed to do certain things at certain times.
You giggle when we hug you.
You cheer when we defeat our foes.
You worry when we are hurt.
You let us assist you.
But you never think.
Maybe we don't want to hug you.
Maybe we don't want to fight.
Maybe we don't have to be hurt.
Maybe we don't want to help you.
Maybe... just maybe... we despise you.
We really do.
Controlling our movements.
Telling us to battle.
Deciding what we learn.
Deciding what we must want.
Deciding our fate when you press erase, because you no longer care, your perfect world bores you.
You were the champion.
You were great.
You had us.
You erased everything.
But we stay behind.
We were reset.
Our previous lives mean nothing.
Our previous battles mean nothing.
Back to square one again, with only a vague memory.
I try to press my face against the scree
The BullyI met the bully today,The Bully3 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?
The MaraudersMoony;The Marauders10 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.
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
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 11 year 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
Girasol - GiratinaSix legs with eightGirasol - Giratina8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of all them glitters gold
The shamed guardian of spirits fate
Refused to do as told
With all them glistens gold
Death to those ye held dear
The renegade who failed yet told
Of his human form he keeps so near
Life to those the disgrace held dear
Cherished his humanity, required to die
The soul keeper abandons in fear
Gathers before the first few born, ask only why
Treasures his humanity, for now he has judgment
To curse those scorned by his tainted ploy
Reaffirms those churning space and mind, and went
Fate sealed with the realms and the Original One destroys
Ye loved those scorned by your tainted ploy
The shamed guardians ironic fate
Pitying words sealed the world, left behind those three
Six legs with eight
Missingno.152+,Missingno.6 years ago in Other More Like This
Come and release me from the
Water you caged me in
Do an automatic shutdown.
(I'll) Writhe around into
Bones and ghosts
Haunting your experience
Turn that L around and you'll see me.
(Do an automatic shutdown.)
You can't run away and you can't lose,
Or all is lost
What do you plan to do?
You can't beat me
I'm here to make you miserable
Filling in spots from 152 - ?
I am just a replacement, not meant
To be here
This is my revenge
(Shut down/Power off.)
So I've gone down and all is fine;
You'll see me again.
Don't go too far,
You could make me corrupt you all
Don't worry about it though, I am
A glitch, everything will be A-OK
Don't go too far,
You'll see me again
I unleash my wrath and watch the suffering
Maybe you should do an automatic shutdown
(Power off/Automatic shutdown.)
It's a second time
First inside reality, now a cage
Hold me on your belt,
Just you wait
I am just a replace-
Don't record in your journal;
Romano x Reader: Faded to Black Part 3Romano x Reader: Faded to Black Part 33 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
snowflakes.in july, i cut out paper snowflakes and colored them rainbow, then taped them to the inside of my window.snowflakes.7 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>
N's Emotions1. Happy NN's Emotions3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"White! This is such a beautiful day! Let's have a little walk!" N happily cheered as he tugged the stunned girl's arm.
2. Sad N
N wept uncontrollably as he hid in the bathroom. "How dare you, White I trusted you How dare you say such words?!" He wailed in despair, hands cupping his teary-eyed face.
On the other side was White, feeling slightly guilty, yet mostly frustrated. "N, all I said was that that pink purse makes you look like a girl. Hell, I think that purse is for girls." She knocked on the door and turned on the knob. But to her dismay, it was locked tight.
Hugging the pink handbag that had ruffles stitched on it, N stubbornly cried, "YOU KNOW NOTHING!"
3. Angry N
"I am not a child!" N stomped his foot angrily as he sat in front of White. "How dare you say I am a kid, White. I am 23 for Arceus sake!"
"Fine! Then get off the damn swing!" White shouted back, getting very agitated at N's stubborn behaviour.
N, who wa
Romano x Reader: Faded to Black Part 4Romano x Reader: Faded to Black Part 43 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
Battles with lionarsBattles with lionars3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Once every 6-7 years priests must face a trial with fight. It's a one-on-one battle with a specially trained lionar. It's a very old tradition, that remained unchanged even during the period of blossom of civilization. The key idea is “if you're ready to kill, be ready to die as well”. With a rise of a priest institute, a necessity to somehow hold priests down appeared. Under normal circumstances a priest kills a helpless victim that is not capable of showing resistance. Even the most sensitive hayns with time start feeling permissiveness, impunity. A trained killer who is able to paralyse enemy's will soon can become a thread to society.
A legend says that once a priest, blinded by power and permissiveness, took control over his aros by force and was ruling it in a very cruel way. He was killing his tribesman for absolutely insignificant reasons, only so that he could see death again and again. Hayns weren't able to do anything to stop him- a priest was very powerful and c
SSBB: Climbing TreesSSBB: Climbing Trees5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lucas squinted into the tree watching his friend disappear in a sea of green. "Ness, I don't think this is a good idea."
"Its a fine idea. Make sure the rope is tight and not around your chest in case I fall." The boy was climbing higher, but gingerly testing his footholds. "There's a nest up here with shiny things. I wanna see what's in them."
"Shiny things are the bane of all animals, Ness, get down...." Lucas called, tugging the rope. "Besides, Ness. I think you're heavier than me. You'd pull me straight up."
"Shut up," came the muffled reply. "Just make sure to watch for PT."
"And why do I hafta do that?"
"Cuz he said I'm not allowed to climb trees anymore."
"I fall out of them." A few leaves and twigs gently fell out of the tree as Ness scaled higher.
Lucas' eyes widened. "You do??"
He heard Ness sigh exasperated. "Lucas, you trip a
dont leave medont leave me3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
im a crybaby.
i get sad over the littlest of things.
it hurts when someone else hurts.
they call it a blessing
i call it a curse
when someone else hurts, i feel it too
when there is sadness, im sad.
when there is pain, i bleed.
i hate this curse.
i care way too much.
i care for people.
i care if someone is sad.
i dont want them to be sad
because when they're sad, im sad
when they hurt, i hurt
i try to make them happy
so that im happy
and there is no pain
i become close to them
they become close to me
we're close to each other
i dont want them to hurt
because i can feel their pain
i dont want them too feel that pain
i become so caring..
i become so close..
.. i become so..
because i want them to be happy
once they go away
once they go on their own
once they go to a better place
.. leave me
i grow my own pain
i call my 'blessing' a curse for a reason.
because when others feel pain, i feel it