Pokemon: PLEASE HELPPlease help.Pokemon: PLEASE HELP4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't have much time left to explain why I need help so I'll type this as quick as I can.
It all started a few weeks ago. Luxray and I were just out on a walk when some pale cloaked guy oh god its knocking again just blocked our path. He pulled out one of his Pokeballs and just said "Battle". Being the ignorant fool I was, of course I accepted. He only nodded in reply. He started out with A Duskull. One crunch from Luxray managed to take it down. The next thing he sent out was a Gastly. "A ghost type trainer, eh? Well, I've delt with plenty of you in the past." Another Crunch From Luxray ended it. Instead of being worried, he only smirked. I thought it was strange at the time, but now I see why he was so smug.
His last pokemon was a Desukan. I didn't know it at the time, but it's haunting glare would be forever burned into my memory.
It took more than one crunch to take it down, but the trainer never ordered it to attack, or to even to defend itself. He just stood
WeakIt started with the familiar tugging within the chest area. A black cloud began to loom over my body, sucking out the sunshine and making my smile fade slowly. I don't truly have a plausible reason as to why my body suddenly acts in this manner. It's sudden, harsh and unforgiving.Weak3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I feel as if all strength has left my body. Emotionally and physically, I feel weak. More often than once I've succumbed to tears, not really understanding why. I feel that whenever I try to focus on happier memories, they're overshadowed by the darker and sadder memories I've picked up through my life.
This motion never really lasts very long, only a day at least. But when it comes, it's random, and I never expect it. Often I'm telling the people I care about that I'm fine, and I give them a smile, but inside, it's almost as if a crushing emptiness is threatening to overwhelm me.
Is this just ordinary 'blues'? Maybe. I'm no expert in emotional behaviour, but I know I often feel worthless at these points. I j
Candy and I - FadingShe had been feeling it for a while to be perfectly frank. That feeling of unease, of uncertainty. She had tried dismissing it as simple paranoia, but she was trying to fool herself. Something terrible was happening. She just didn't know what.Candy and I - Fading3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Candy heaved a small sigh and ran her fingers through her messy blonde hair, wishing she could do something to shake the feeling of dread and despair which had washed over her. The rush of emotion she was currently feeling baffled her somewhat But why? It baffled her because she was SCARED and she didn't know why.
Slowly, tiredly, Candy lowered her hands to her lap and did a sudden double-take, her amethyst eyes widening in slight shock as she stared at her limbs. Shaking slightly, she raised her hands to her eye-level, and realized with a sudden sickening feeling, that she wasn't actually going insane. Her hands were see-through. She was fading. Forcing herself to stay calm, Candy stared blankly at her fading hands and briefly contemplated
Alvin's Birthday Present"Anything you can do, I can do better!"Alvin's Birthday Present3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Six year old Tim Reville puffed out his chest proudly, ignoring the glare of the blonde girl before him. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was tapping her foot, an annoyed twitch in her eye.
"Oh really?" Candy asked, walking over and poking him in the chest with a single finger, her eyes narrowed. Tim let out a noise similar to that of a deflating balloon, and rubbed his chest with a wince, but nodded firmly.
"It's true! I can do everything better than YOU! I'm faster, cooler, stronger and just better than you!"
Candy took a deep calming breath and put her hands on her hips, a small pout making its way onto her face as she stared at her friend slash rival.
"And what makes you say that?" she asked, watching him closely. He seemed surprised by this question, having though it was obvious and shrugged as he answered.
"Because you're a girl!"
Before he knew what was happening, Tim was wrestled into the ground by his female frien
Friends and EnemiesBlessed be the Dark, that hides us and nourishes us.Friends and Enemies8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This was written on the wall, where I fed a few moments ago. I smile, my canines showing. I sit on the edge of the building, my head pounding, my heart beating against my chest, my bones re-setting themselves with audible cracks. It is the strength of the Ther, moving through my veins. I can feel it, under my skin, the flickering flame, ready to devour, to take, to hold on to nothing, and to take everything. Some call it hunger, and rejoice, while I call it evil, and I shrink from it. I know what it means to see as I see, and to feel the Ther in me, trying to escape to the surface. Whoever wrote this did not know Ther hunger, or the rage of which it is capable. They were nothing but a bunch of Goths, who had no true understanding of what Ther is like.
I am worse than the Hunters. They can hold on to their humanity, because they are not truly beasts. Their instincts are alien, and do not meld well with the human mind. Thus, they stay
Yvaine - FriendYvaine had always resigned herself to the fact that she would never be able to speak. The doctors said it was impossible, and she had accepted that fact with a simple nod. She wouldn't miss not speaking, because how could you miss something you never had?Yvaine - Friend3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was frustrating however, to not be able to fully communicate her desires and needs to her family, and sometimes, she did wish she was able to speak so she could tell tell them what she wanted. But, she got through it with a smile, as she always did.
What hurt Yvaine most of all about being mute, was the way treated her. Just because she couldn't speak, it didn't mean she was deaf too. She wasn't a freak, she wasn't mentally retarded. She was just a thirteen year old without the ability to speak. She wasn't any less intelligent for it. She was smart, she was bright, and disregarding the bullies, she was happy.
Her siblings were protective of her due to this. Mainly Matt and Serena. Serena often made it clear that to pick on Yvaine w
Candy and I - LegacyCleaning the attic was simply one of those chores that was both tiring and invigorating all at once. On one hand, it was a long and exhausting process, pulling out boxes, throwing things away, cleaning The boring dull jobs no-one really enjoys. On a more positive side, if you stored memories in the attic, it was a place of wonderful way to find them again and reminisce.Candy and I - Legacy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That was Carys's main focus today. To search through and clean her attic, hoping for hold memories to resurface. It would be nice to just remember the old times, no matter what they were. Pulling an old box towards her, she opened it up, only to find old Christmas decorations in there. Shaking her head slightly, Carys glanced up as a small voice caught her attention.
"Mum, what's this?"
Pulling herself to her feet, the thirty-three year old walked over to her six year old daughter and smiled, bending down beside her. Wide blue eyes looked up at her, and the young brunette girl held out an old doll, which Carys took
Goodra Vore - Taking in Mawile"No, no, and NO!!!" a Machoke bellowed, "We DON'T need another reporter for PNF!!! Meowth is the ONLY new reporting Pokemon we will ever need. Now leave, before I toss you out myself!!!"Goodra Vore - Taking in Mawile1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"BUT THIS ISN'T FAIR!!!" a Mawile cried, "PSYDUCK SAID HE WOULD AT LEAST HAVE AN INTERVIEW WITH ME!!!" The small Pokemon was angrily stomping her foot in protest, The Machoke smirked. "Oh, he did, did he?!" He suddenly grabs the Mawile, holding her firmly, as she struggles to get free. "Listen you!!!" he grunts, "If I let Psyduck interview every last smuck who finds their way here, this building would be destroyed by having them all waiting here at once!!! I'M the real authority, when it comes to helping manage Pokemon News Flash on the Pokemon Channel, so it will be ME who decides who gets hired!!! Now BEAT IT!!!" He purposely uses Seismic Toss to chuck her through a window! She withers in pain, struggling to get up... her eyes burning with determi
Medders Thesis: pt 5 - Unwanted ApprenticeMedders Thesis: pt 5 - Unwanted Apprentice2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
§ Unwanted Apprentice §
Rarely did my master shake when he performed an operation. If it did, I did not notice it for his cuts and lesions were always so clean and well placed. When he came back the next morning, he looked as though he had not slept. My master’s hands were shaking as he carefully brought me and my colleagues along to check on the new patient he had. I was surprised, as was my master. It seemed, that the man was still in his bed in the morning and not spirited away by some of his own kind. The Frank was up and sitting on the edge of his cot, his toes scraping against the ground.
“Good morning,” My master said. The strain was on his voice. My master’s wife must have taken to yelling at him last night.
The Frank did not raise his eye.
Clenching me in his fist alongside clean wraps of tightly knit cloth, my master strode over to the infidel, “May I please check your wound?”
Again, the Christian did nothing. I felt u
Six Feet Deep: Chapter 1Six Feet Deep: Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Six Feet Deep: Chapter 1
"What exactly is going on here?" Lieutenant Alik Laryn asked, raking a hand through messy black hair as he tried in vain to affix it back into place. The dark-wood desk he now sat at had once belonged to a Czech priest, who had long since fled the town as the war had swept through the country. The abandoned rectory have been commandeered by the American army and set up as administration buildings. The slit window with the stained glass behind it let in the early morning light. Laryn had not slept well; his normally hollow, olive-skinned face was looking more sallow this morning.
Sergeant Blake slid the file across the desk to him. "One of them managed to attempt suicide last night."
Up until that point it had been a very slow morning at the hospital for the lieutenant, as slow as one could get for a field hospital. Even though the front had moved far beyond the town at this point, the church area still tended to the wounded soldiers that came this
RAN: Life Saving Chapter 1I. Pick UpRAN: Life Saving Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Munich train station was bustling with people despite the frosty nip that hung in the air. Under the arching rain guard, a new train had just arrived. It threw open its cabin doors, releasing a surge of people from its innards. A swirl of steam hissed from between its tired and heated breaks. The Bavarian winter was not the worst winter in Germany, but it still held the encompassing arms of the freeze and a gentle kiss of snowfall. The snow on the streets had turned black from city grime and bumbling cars kicking up muck. No snow crept up under the overhanging, but the dripping wet slid onto the platform and was dragged about by the soles of people's shoes and luggage.
Two young men were loitering around the station, waiting for something or someone who had not yet arrived.
The taller of the two leaned against one of the station's pillars, one eyebrow cocked in an almost drea
Stanislav ManorThe feather quill pressed against the parchment sheet, countless thoughts running through the Frigate Lieutenant's head. In the dimming candlelight, the many scratches of the pen waved faintly through the peaceful dorm.Stanislav Manor3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mother and Father,
I will be home soon.
~ ~ ~
To a child raised in the farming hills, the Morava Arrow would have been envisioned as a monstrous snake. The roar of the engine shook the domed station as it emerged from a shivering horde of mist. Heads turned, eyes widening as the silver train entered the building, its massive drivers screeching along the rails. Radomir looked up from an article he was given by a paperboy, detailing the events of the latest dogfight over the Ciúin border. Plastered on the page was a photograph of a destroyed Sidhe aircraft, a group of Perunis airmen observing the wreckage. Around him, countless conversations were carried over his head, none of them making the least bit of sense. The paper bit between his teeth, he dr
With Blackbirds Following MeThey say that it's the soldiers who spill and see the most blood. I would have to openly disagree. While they're the ones who carry the guns and protect and defend our homeland, did they ever stop to see we're the ones striving to save it? They moan of their friends lost in battles they fought side by side, but they can never understand pains I've known. Emotionless, perhaps I amperhaps I need to be. But insideWith Blackbirds Following Me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Never shall they know the pain of losing a friend as I do. The pain of knowing you were the only one who had a chance to save him. And you couldn't
I glanced over my shoulder at the sound of his voice, the other young medic quickly entering our tent. He wasn't like the other soldiers around here, stiff and serious. Instead, he was carefree and wielded a smile on his face. Though happy to see him, I continue to frown, simply nodding my head to him.
He was a newly transferred boy to the front, and he had taken
Kroshka Moia, Chapter SixChapter SixKroshka Moia, Chapter Six4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meine had soon discovered the battle had only lasted a little over an hour; the sun still stood high in the sky, overseeing the wreckage of the fight. It was just past 1700 hours, but the battle itself seemed to stretch into eternity. Near the church, the soldiers carried the countless wounded to buildings that weren't marred by gunfire or shrapnel. To everyone's dismay, the ambulances had yet to arrive as the numbers of wounded rose through the roof. The less fortunate lay in a crooked row along the street, their faces covered either by a helmet or a simple cloth, their dog tags resting upon their chests. Chaplain Ritter, bible in hand, stammered out prayers to the dead, begging to God to forgive their sins. Inside the church, Smoke and Martin were occupied with their own tasks: writing to the families of those who had fallen.
Silent, Meine and Max rummaged through the salvage of the town, tossing crushed bricks into one pile and support beams and broken walls into another
Kroshka Moia, Chapter ThreeChapter ThreeKroshka Moia, Chapter Three4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Night fell upon the campgrounds, and with it an uneasy silence. From inside his own tent, Meine watched the other men strolling back and forth down the aisle, speaking in hushed tones. Not exactly off-putting, but certainly out of the ordinary here. Their footsteps were soft against the ground; it wasn't uncommon for one to be rudely awakened in the middle of the night at the sound of boots thundering towards the latrine. A small frown played on his lips and he glanced at the other men occupying his tent. Armin was fiddling with a loose button and rubbing the area where his right ear used to be, while Emmerich was rummaging through his pockets for a cigarette.
Armin had been part of the original Invasion of Poland in 1939 and continued onward in Operation Barbarossa until a chunk of flying shrapnel struck him in the head, completely cutting off his right ear. Only after two weeks of recovering, Armin was sent back to the battlefield and was transferred to Kappel's unit. M
Life is changed, rearranged.The sweltering heat recalls a time to me so dearly as I gaze upward to the heavens, searching for something. The song Remember When comes to play inside my head as I feel tears falling down my face, thinking about you. You're gone from my side, leaving a cold and harsh void where we should be holding each other, recalling the good times. No matter what anyone says to me, whether it be to tell me it'll be all right or that I need to move on, can fill that void.Life is changed, rearranged.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How can I? How. . .the pitter patters of rain falling on the metal outbuilding, the rushing little feet, hearing the voices that they belonged to. God. I miss you. More than what you really know or what I must know. No longer can I feel your supporting hands, pulling me back up. No longer can I come to you with my darkest times and tell you what I feel. I can't even hold you or you hold me. It is my curse that I shall for all time and only to have you in memories alone. What cruel fate.
I wish I could have saved you the fi
How to Care for Your OttoHow to Care for Your Otto10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your New Pet and You Presents: Caring for Your Otto
Congratulations! You have just become the proud owner of your new pet Otto! This guide is specially written with easy, step by step instructions to allow for the best nutritional and habitual care possible for your pet, and allows for a wonderful relationship to grow between you and your new family member! By now you have brought your new pet home, and it is time to get started caring for him!
1. Let your Otto become familiar with his new home!
When you first bring your Otto home, he will most likely be curious about his surroundings. After all, this is an entirely new environment for him! Do not be angry or disturbed if he 'marks' anything in your home as 'his', there will be a time for reprimands later; for now let him explore. By being patient and calm, you can allow for the best conditions for Otto to become acquainted with your home. Let him wander through each room, ignoring the fact that he's looking throug
Too Gay?I've been seeing quite a few people condemning gay folks for being "too open", trying to shove gayness in peoples' faces, and making gayness their defining characteristic. I can't speak for all gay people, but I have just a few things to say about this.Too Gay?2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
First, how can someone be too open or too forward about who they are? After all, being gay is nothing to be ashamed of. Our society has moved past that archaic idea. Thus, there is no reason should we feel we have to be careful and discreet about how much we reveal about our sexuality. I don't introduce myself with "hi, I'm Anna and I'm gay," but when conversations on relationships, politics, gay rights, or my significant other come up, I'm not shy about saying that I am a lesbian. If that offends you, the fault is yours, not mine.
Secondly, many people misinterpret normal behaviors as being innately gay. I've known straight men that have many stereotypically gay mannerisms and many straight wom
Flight Hellios522Flight Hellios5226 years ago in Historical More Like This
September 29, 1997, Larnaca Airport, Cypres
Andreas Prodromou greets her girlfriend that works for Hellios on the "Olympia" jet. The jet is going to Athens. Andreas was a last minute crewman. He is a flight attendant and a future pilot. He hopes to be a captain for Hellios Airways. The passengers board the plane. Captain Hans Murton and his co-pilot relaxes and does flightly jet stats tests. A few minutes after takeoff an alarms activates. The particular alarm was only activated if the plane isn't ready for takeoff. Then another alarm goes off. The pilots radio the tower at Larnaca Airport. Before the ATCs and answer the pilot's question, the oxygen masks fall and the pilots are unaware. The passengers quickly put
Medders Thesis: pt 7 - Cells for the InsaneMedders Thesis: pt 7 - Cells for the Insane2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
§ Cells for the Insane §
One time at night, the hospital came alive with shrieks and howls. My master was not there but I heard what had happened from the other doctors. It was the Frank again. Only this time the Christian proved just how much of an animal that he was. At first it was quiet, the patients residing there silent and sleeping until the screaming of the Frank broke through the night. I saw the attendants run past and out of sight to tend to the man’s wailing. The animal noises coming from him woke up everyone in our hospital it seemed for soon enough, they were calling for doctors. The other patients sought answers or attendance of the workers.
The workers struggled to subdue him, for despite the Frank’s small size, he managed to require several orderlies and a doctor to drag him to the cell. His body shook violently and he could not stand on his legs. It was though he had suddenly been gripp
Medders Thesis: pt 2 - Akko, the City on the PlainMedders Thesis: pt 2 - Akko, the City on the Plain2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
§ Akko, the City on the Plains §
Stranger, let me tell you of the Akko that I remember, the Akko of so many years ago that disappeared in my absence.
The city stood upon a great stretch of plains of white and yellow that rolled out in carpets from the city wall. The land I knew was fragile, yet fertile enough to dye the hills green with shrubs and trees when the seasons called for it. The rolling hills and near mountains to the east are plotted with farming lands that bring food to the city. To the west runs a great length of beach with sands of gold and deep ochre.
A great wall encompassed the city limits like a great stone sash. I pray often that if only those walls would have stayed the Franks’ advance all those years ago when they first besieged my home. I was not born when the infidels first came into this city, but I survived the battles that pushed them out and the battle that brought them back. My brother broke his back during the second siege. He broke und
Six Feet Deep: Chapter 2Six Feet Deep: Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Six Feet Deep: Chapter 2
Alik Laryn slammed the alarm clock off the next morning with a harsh fist to clanger between the two bells. After that, his palm instantly went to his eye to try and rub away the sleep form his eyes and the slight pang of another night spent wallowing in one too many glasses of bourbon. If the Major every caught him doing that he would have his position sorely compromised, so he kept his drinking to himself. Even in mornings like this one where it did come up to bite him, he would still tell himself that it was perfectly acceptable to have a few hits of the bottle to relax.
He needed the shower this morning. It would have to be a cold one too for him to help clear his foggy head. He always had to shower. When he was closer to the front line after landing in France, he still always had to try and get his one shower a day. If he did not, he would start to panic if it went longer than 48 hours without him being clea
Le Paradis99. One less than 100.Le Paradis2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The surrounding country side of waving grass rattled and wheezed; but the hedgerows blocked the light wind of the early morning from hitting Him. The small mound of hill that rose up behind the back of the barn cradled the building in its embrace and the wet smell of upturned dirt wafted around the area. All dressed in brown dyed wool that scratched against their knees and elbow creases, just like his did. They had come to rest here in front of the farm after having been marched down some miles of road with their hands on their heads and their guns stripped of their holsters. There was dried blood and bandages amongst the mass of men, the smell of defeat hung upon their muddied boots.
He gazed at them over the rim of His silver glasses and remained silent as the grave like he always was. He had been ordered to stand here with one of the machine gun teams as He seemed the perfect candidate.&
Stranger Than You Dreamt ItStranger Than You Dreamt ItStranger Than You Dreamt It2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have not had a face for almost five years.
Where there is now a hole used to be a nose and cheek, bones cracked and unrepaired across my forehead. I used to look like a normal man; I was not born this way. I was serving in Russia when this happened. Only a year had gone by since I volunteered when an unpredicted bombardment happened. I was just trying to do my work as a doctor when suddenly the sky was alive with rockets. They had been using the Katyusha's again, though I don't know why. Most of our tanks had moved out only a few hours before. I do believe that was what they were really aiming for and not for any of us. I do not think that they knew that our tent was a hospital and not a command center and if they did: God forgive them that they should not be punished harshly for it. Maybe they were indifferent to whoever was at the chosen posi