Eeveelutions: Party Animals - Party BalloonsFlareon walked down the city streets at heading towards a Eeveelutions only party and noticed a yellow Pokemon.Eeveelutions: Party Animals - Party Balloons1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Hey Jolteon, what’s up?” Flareon grinned at Jolteon.
“Hello, Flareon! There’s nothing much here actually. Did I make it to the party on time?”
“Yeah, you just made it. I got here myself. Come on, let’s get going!”
Flareon waved her right paw and started walking towards the entrance to the townhouse. She knocked on the door a couple of times and waited for someone to open the door. A couple of minutes pass and no one has come out to open the door.
“This is the right place, Jolteon?”
“Yeah, said so in the invitation. Maybe they’re busy?”
“Maybe…let me try something…”
Flareon grabbed the door handle and turned it as she began to open the door. The door started to bulge but something caught her attention as he hears so
Zoroark and Zorua: Balloons of illusions?Zoroark watched her young son Zorua play around. She smiled. Such a beautiful child. Her son was perfect in almost every way. If only the child wasn't so damn curious of everything.Zoroark and Zorua: Balloons of illusions?1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Meema, can we play a game now? I'm getting really bored..." Zorua turned to his mother.
"Sure, sweetie... what do you wanna play?" Zoroark asked
"I wanna play the balloon game."
Zoroark stared at Zorua with a confused look on her face. "The balloon game? I've never played the balloon game before. How do you-"
Suddenly, the Illusion Fox Pokémon noticed something surprising. First, she was shocked to discover a hose within her mouth, she then saw it connected to what appeared to be six compressed air tanks. Secondly, she could feel a strange, tight pressure in her belly building up within her, as it started to bulge like a balloon after first inflating.
Her belly started out tout and small, giving the impression that she look pregnant. Very soon, though, her belly encompassed the size of their bod
Sylveon and the Strange Case of the HiccupsFlareon and his daughter Sylveon settle in for a relaxing day in the sun in their backyard. Life was good. Birds sang their joy to a brightly shining sun as gentle breezes caressed them in the trees. It was a perfect day, and for once Flareon and Sylveon had the opportunity to enjoy it--Sylveon and the Strange Case of the Hiccups1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Flareon turned to see Sylveon bring a paw to her mouth daintily. "Oops, excuse me," she said.
Flareon just smiled and returned to his quiet reverie. It would take more than a mere hiccup to interrupt his--
"Hic!" This time, the Intertwining Pokémon looked slightly concerned.
"Are you alright?" Flareon asked.
"Yeah, I think so," she replied. "I just feel a little strange. Hic!" A perplexed look came over Sylveon's face, and she looked down at herself. Her once flat stomach was now distinctly convex. "Daddy, I'm feeling a bit bloated."
"That's all? I think you got a carbohydrate trigger in your belly, I doubt that you got something worse than that"
Sylveon sighed and laid back on the grass
Actinium DreamsY'all have any idea how downright frustrating it is to be the granddaughter of one of the most powerful and celebrated superheroes ever Ulysses Randall Martin, the iconic Mr. Uranium and yet have no special talent of your own?Actinium Dreams4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I mean, it's not like I don't have my own elemental superpower: like almost all of Grandpa's progeny, I do. But how much good is the ability to produce hard-hitting Alpha and destructive Beta rays if you can barely control it and never quite turn it off? At least I'm not as bad off as my son Frankie; I love him to death, but when left alone the poor boy is totally unstable and downright dangerous: the worst possible mix of autism, Alpha rays and ADHD.
And I do at least have my own nemesis, of sorts: the cadre of good ol' boys who call themselves DOTA, whose main ability seems to be workin' together to nullify and trap super-powered elementals. But t'be honest, they don't seem to have anything against me personally; I think they just have a ge
SSB Newcomer - SteveSSB Newcomer - Steve2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Steve is the common name of the player character in Minecraft, a popular sandbox game with at least 3 million players. This is one miner with a thirst for adventure, able to punch through mountains with his fists, craft powerful weapons, take on entire armies of hostile mobs, and even ride a pig. However, he has a mild fear of the dark, and never ventures out at night without his diamond sword at hand.
Steve is a formidable fighter, having punched his way through entire armies of hostile mobs. However, he isn't alone in this match - he rides on the back of his faithful pig. This gives him surprising speed and agility, but can be hard to control, so he has a carrot on a stick at all times when he's not attacking. Because of the pig's slow turning speed, ledges and floating platforms can be dangerous, so Steve fights best on level ground. He'll defend his pig to the death - if he hangs from a ledge, he'll hold the pig by its saddle with the other ha
Eat The Sun"Mama, can you eat the sun?" eight-year-old Hunter said in between his sloppy chewing of his sugary, morning breakfast cereal.Eat The Sun2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His mother, a tired woman with heavy, dark circles under her eyes, sighed and gave a tired and sad smile.
"Of course not, Hunter. That's impossible. It's so far away, honey." she tried to reason.
"And it would be really hot, wouldn't it?" he spat out bits of half-chewed cereal.
"Yes. Something so far away has to be really hot to keep us warm."
Hunter nodded. It made perfect sense, but that didn't stop him from being curious to the sun's taste.
"I bet it'll taste like soup fresh off the stove when I don't blow it cold." he tried to explain as his mother cleared the kitchen table of their breakfast.
"I don't know, baby. I never tried to eat the sun. When you get home maybe we can bake some sun cookies and you can eat those." his mother yawned. "Grandma will help."
Hunter grinned. He was happy that his mother was finally back to normal. Days of crying and sleeping
Poke Puffed ShayminShaymin in Sky forme was walking in her garden.Poke Puffed Shaymin1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shaymin's garden was all flowers. After 5 years of transplanting at least one of every kind of pretty flower she found to this garden, you were hard pressed to find a larger variety of plants in one area..
Unaware of a pair of binoculars poking through a nearby bush, The Pokemon walk on.
"Hey look, a Shaymin" Jessie said, zooming out.
"We haven't seem any Pokemon all week! But now we got one!" Meowth stated.
"Yes, and it so happens that we can catch that Shaymin today" James said mysteriously, who had spent the last few minutes organizing something behind a tree.
"Huh? What do you mean James?" Jessie inquired. There was no reply for short while, so Meowth lost patience.
"Spit it out will ya!" he exclaimed, waving a fist in fury.
"Well" James began. "What you see here is a Poke Puff full of gas that causes any Pokemon, who inhales it to inflate like a helpless balloon of various sizes."
"Hehe, that's wonderful!" Jessie started, "Infact, I
Eevee Love This is Katie, a young little Eevee. She always dreamed of evolving and falling in love. She was always dreaming and never paying attention to what she was supposed to. One day, her school teacher asked her parents to come down so he could talk about her behavior at school." She is always staring off and never listening to lectures....she needs to get her head out of the clouds!" He said. Katie winced at the harsh words. Her parents looked at her and she got out of her chair and ran off, tears streaming from her eyes. "Katie! Come back!" They yelled as she ran even faster. She finally stopped when she was outside the school in a dark area. She was crying for a few minutes until she saw a pair of eyes peering out at her behind the wall. He was a different color than her. It shocked her a little. She wiped off her tears. "Who--who are you?" she said while sniffing. A young male Eevee stepped out and shyly looked at her. He was a different color than her. "Why are you crEevee Love6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Eevee, Colress and the Rubbery Experiment!“Ooooo! A free Eeveelution stone?!" Eevee exclaimed as he tore the paper off the package. Upon getting the paper off, he almost jumped for joy as he saw the picture on the box. A never before seen Eeveelution stone. Eevee opened the box. He couldn’t wait become a new Eeveelution.Eevee, Colress and the Rubbery Experiment!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“What?” was all the Evolution Pokémon could get out as the box was totally empty, except for a small canister inside. “Is this some sort of joke?” He wondered aloud as he looked the canister over. That was about all he could think as the canister beeped then basically exploded in his paws, sending a spray of latex all over him. Before Eevee could even react the latex began to rapidly coat over his skin as it coated him from head to paw. Dropping the canister, Eevee stumbled around, feeling light headed and actually even lighter on his feet as he tries to get to the bathroom to wash the stuff off but then the hissing began as Eevee’s black eyes widened.
ThalliumThallium is blooming.Thallium8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She is a million possibilities and one, a billion possible outcomes. And she is also what has not yet been when the sun sets in the evening.
Her path is not quite set in stone yet, but she is already much different than whatever she could have been. Every choice, every divergence she has taken she wears on her skin, like a regal mantle of rust and dust, for that is what truly defines her, and identity is the one thing she sorely longs for.
It is always about finding a way forward with her, a way to keep advancing in spite of all the weight she bears on her skin, of all the rust that has accumulated over the years. So, she will press forward no matter the cost, for the only true death lies in inactivity. It is all about having something to show at the end of the day, something to make it all worth it, something to justify the scars and the bruises.
She has most certainly suffered her fair share, or so she thinks at least, and yet it still stings just as bad every b
Pikachu and Buneary - Ch. 1Pikachu and BunearyPikachu and Buneary - Ch. 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: Bunearys Confession
It was just a fun and exciting day for Ash, Dawn, Brock, and their Pokemon as they took a break from traveling. The Pokemon were having fun doing their stuff, but Pikachu went into the forest for some alone time. What he didnt know was that Buneary was watching him. Buneary loves him but is always shy around him. She covers her face with her fluff whenever she is near him. Buneary watched as Pikachu decides to sleep next to an apple tree.
*Even when hes asleep he looks so cute!* thought Buneary. She decides to get closer to him and notices Pikachu shivering.
*He must be cold,* thought Buneary. So she decides to lay next to him so Pikachu can get cozy with Bunearys fluff. She felt embarrassed when she saw a smile on Pikachus face. He rubs on Bunearys fluff and Bunearys cheeks become red.
10 minutes later, Pikachu wakes up only to see Buneary lay next to him asleep. Pikachu now
ErbiumErbium is not exactly the emotional type.Erbium9 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Or rather, he is not one to wear his heart on his sleeve. Always keep up appearances, never let weakness show, that is what he has been taught.
So, regardless of the troubles within, Erbium keeps a straight face, carefully putting up walls, one calculated brick at a time. No matter how terrifying it gets inside, or how much he is seething, none of it ever bubbles up to the surface.
It is not that Erbium does not feel. He does feel, he really does. Nevertheless, he has gotten so used to ruling his face that, sometimes, he wonders if his brain has not taken to beating in his heart's place.
He knows every crook in his walls, every nook, every cranny. And yet he does not have the faintest understanding of what happens between those walls. Sadness, rage, anger, love, it is all irrational gibberish to him. Fear he understands though, enough to realize his impenetrable fortress is flooded with the bloody thing.
Because in the end, for all the fa
One Eevee, three lovers part 2Meanwhile, in the forest, Brave's date with Maria was not going too well. Maria was constantly trying to use Attract on Brave, but every time she did it, it was ineffective. "For the last time, Attract does not work on me." Brave said, sighing.One Eevee, three lovers part 23 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Stop being so gloomy and maybe it will work." Maria replied as she kept trying to use it. Finally, Brave had had enough. "You know what? I'm done. Good bye." he said as we walked away. Now, back in the fields, Candy was still thinking about where she wanted to take Brave on a date. "Ugh! This is too hard!" she said as she couldn't decide. Just then, Brave came running out of a bush, accidentally hitting Matthew. "Sorry." he said as he continued running. Just then, Maria came out of the bush. "GET BACK HERE!" she shouted as she chased Brave. Candy luckily grabbed onto her tail and pulled really hard to slow her down. "What are you doing?" Maria shouted. Brave then climbed up a tree and sat on a branch. "Safe at last." he said as he the
The Legend of Titanic reviewThe Legend of Titanic review6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Have any of you watched an animated film by Camillo Teti called "Titanic: The Legend Goes On", which I reviewed months ago? I feel bad for you if you have. Real bad. But if you think that was bad, prepare for something worse. It's Italian, the plot is weak, the characters are unlikable, there's mice and there's a happy ending, but no, there's no rapping dog. What could there be that's so stupid in this movie? Well, wait and see, in this review of a rare movie that deserved to be rare - Orlando Corradi's The Legend of the Titanic.
Where do I start? This film is about some grandfather mouse named Top Connors living in New York who tells his grandchildren about his journey on the Titanic. I don't know when this movie takes place, and when he was young he sounded like Bob Hoskins on helium, very inappropriate for his girlish appearance, so if this takes place in the time this movie was released (1999) and the mouse was about 40-ish in human years in 1912, does that mean th
Know Respect - Age Regression (Physical)1Know Respect - Age Regression (Physical)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Creating a tattoo is difficult. Giving yourself a tattoo is even harder. So modifying a tattoo on your back is something you’d only do if you were terribly stupid, drunk, or skilled. Sefin of Miskara couldn’t imagine himself as the first and certainly wasn’t the second. However, whether or not he was skilled, he was supremely arrogant. None other of his people had tried such blasphemy: the Miskara tattoos, which his people were born with, were an external expression of what they regarded as an internal truth: their destiny, their talent. Literally, the mark of the gods within. And Sefin was modifying his: tan skin, latticed with black stripes, dots and swirls. He lay upon his belly, working brush and needle while straining his neck to observe his handiwork in a mirror suspended from the ceiling above his massage table. He’d been at it for nearly an hour now. His back ached, and the cloth beneath his head was soaked with sweat despite the fan he had runn
Pay the Consequence - Fox TF Pay the ConsequencesPay the Consequence - Fox TF7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Common, hurry, hurry, and hurry. Change light, change! The streetlight turned green and I floored the gas on my recently customized 00 blazer. The tires screeched as I speeded through the light. I didnt hear the guy in the semi blare his air horn as I sped past him. My system in my car was too loud. My senior project. I couldnt believe that cop, giving me a two hundred dollar ticket for noise ordinance violation. Its a stupid law. I quickly changed lanes and turned down 95 street. My speedometer reached seventy Miles per Hour down the old road. I applied my brakes sharply and turned down the high schools road. I turned into the OJT parking lot and caught air as I hit the curb at the entrance. I quickly parked in the teachers parking and turned off the car. I got out and was yanked by the seat belt. Dammit! I yelled. I closed my car door and sprinted for the door. I had less than thirty seconds the get
The [Almost] War Of 20 ElementsThe [Almost] War Of 20 Elements3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Hydrogen and Helium could never play nicely and would stay far away from each other until one day they got into a fight. They each gathered their friends and formed a small army, preparing for war. Hydrogen's army was known as the Reactive Metals while Helium's army was known as the Non-Metals.
Hydrogen began organizing his troops. Berylium, Magnesium (or Mg for short) and Calcium would hold the front and were known as Group 2. Lithium, Sodium (who preferred to be called Na by his friends) and Potassium (known as K) would back them up and were known as Group 1.
Aluminium heard about the apparent war that was going to happen and wanted to join in. Hydrogen appointed him as a Metal and made him go before the 3rd Period of troops.
On the other side, Helium appointed himself, Neon and Argon Nobel Gases and began lining up his troops. Boron, Carbon, Nitrogen, Oxygen and Flourine would charge ahead and were known as Period 2. Silicon, Phosphorus, Sulphur and Chlorine (also known as Cl) would
Chemical Attractions, Pt IIWe can learn a lot from hydrochloric acid.Chemical Attractions, Pt II4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not the whole dangerously-corrosive part, of course, though I admit that a lot of people probably find us two a bit hard to stomach. A dynamic duo we are not.
What I mean is that dance they do - shy glances across a crowded room (beaker?) as Hydrogen and Chlorine each quietly regret their incompleteness, feeling that hole where another electron ought to be, but never willing to resort to online dating... They were probably lab partners in high school, and then a couple of years later found themselves across the table from one another in that sophomore Shakespeare class, then side-by-side in Differential Equations. But they did their work and answered questions and never made more eye-contact than was necessary.
And then there was that day in the early autumn when Chlorine absent-mindedly collected Hydrogen's laundry from the dryer and started to fold it simply because it was a neighbourly thing to do, and there was that spark of understanding
RheniumRhenium has grown numb.Rhenium2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It has been ages that he has not been truly moved, and he cannot even remember the last time he caught himself seething.
He remembers the feeling very clearly though. He remembers the rage welling up in his throat and the anger bubbling in his chest. He remembers how it feels to be alive, to shout through deafening silence as the air leaves his lungs and the blood pumps in his veins.
But Rhenium does that no more.
Or perhaps he has been shouting louder and louder ever since the fire in him has died out. He is not quite sure.
Why would he shout? To try and rouse himself up maybe.
But then again, maybe not. Rhenium is not even really convinced he actually even shouts anymore.
He has grown numb.
Grown. Aye, that is the word.
Once he would have gladly taken up arms on the most minor of trifles, nowadays he cannot even bring himself to care about serious matters. He has realized there were more important things to do than prove himself to be the smartest one,
Pirate!Spain x Reader - Two SwordsCurse you, curse the sea, curse my luck, curse this glorious ship, cursePirate!Spain x Reader - Two Swords2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The girl kept cursing mentally. Cursing mentally was good, you wouldnt need to stop for a breath. On the other hand, the more she cursed, the angrier she got. Why? Her mouth was tied, just like her wrists, arms and ankles. She kept struggling but it didnt work. Curse these thick ropes, she added furiously.
Actually, she was trying to speak but thanks to the ropes that shut her up, the only thing which could be heard from her was a long Hmph-hmmh-hm-hmph. Well, that way, at least she wouldnt be beat up by the pirates that kidnapped her.
Shut up already, will you? One of the pirates who were babysitting the girls got finally bored. No one understands what you say anyway.
The girl wanted to answer but still Hmmmph-hmm-rghhm!
Will you be quiet if I take that rope around your mouth away? the man said tiredly. The girl
Brother!Scotland X Punk!Hot-headed!Sister!Reader 2RequestBrother!Scotland X Punk!Hot-headed!Sister!Reader 21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been a week since your little break down and Allistor's peep talk. You felt better, not perfect, but better. Life was return to normal, but just because it's normal doesn't mean perfect.
Walking down the halls you heard someone call you freak, you ignored it, you were good at doing that. But then something happened. "Don't call her that!" Someone was defending you. You turned on your heel to find that Alfred Jones, the jock was staring down one of your many bullies.
You had no clue how to react to this. You wanted to thank the American, but you were pulled back into the crowd of kids that swarmed in the hallway. You didn't fight against the current, just went to class.
You didn't like going to lunch because you usually just sat there alone, and got made fun of. But you forced yourself to go, even if you didn't eat or talk to friends, it was better than sitting in the bathroom and texting your brothers, like you usually did.
Chemical Attractions, Part IWe can learn a lot from salt.Chemical Attractions, Part I4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The chlorine atom is fundamentally lacking, longing to fill that gaping hole in its valence shell, and those bright bits of energy dancing in amorphous clouds around a sodium atom are just too tempting for the poor chlorine to resist. Chlorine probably knows that it has no claim to those electrons. It might lie awake at night for days or weeks in a fit of conscience, seeking alternatives before sending out tentative feelers and inviting Sodium to join it for coffee... It's a romantic comedy in minature, and I think that we can skip over the montage of dates and dinners and late nights on the couch in front of a forgotten movie, set to some perky but meaningless tune of the early Nineties.
It's only much later, once caught in the throes and tedium of a borderline-abusive relationship, that Sodium begins to understand the true nature of an ionic bond, begins to search and grope in vain for those lost luminous stars that Chlorine stole back in the early days,
Sometimes, I'm silly.You were nickel and I was bromineSometimes, I'm silly.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and we were oh so reactive
We danced in a room of negativity
filled with electron clouds
But for you to be balanced
there had to be two of me
and Im sorry, my love
for that just couldnt be
I was just a solitary atom
and you just needed more
so you left me in our dance hall
reacting against the door.
Metamorphosis (Chapter 17)Metamorphosis (Chapter 17)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I rode down the street on my bike, I became frustrated. My thoughts kept getting away from me and I often found myself tearing up. It was as if the world was turning around on me. My father was the one who ruined my life…and it was my mom who lead to the scenario in the first place. I’d been hiding from this world this whole time, trying as hard as I could to find a way to change back, but every time I figured one thing out, it felt like a piece of who I was just disappeared. What was with that dream I had? Why did I see myself from before? And what had he meant? Was this all some kind of message? Was there still a way to change back? I didn’t know. All I did know was that I was afraid, confused, and frustrated…and I would have to deal with this alone.
Worse was my body. My hair kept whipping in my face as I rode and I constantly had to hover over my bicycle seat because each time I sat down, I felt like the seat was pressing into me. I blushed as I tried to