The Never WorldLet's get it out in the open: I play pokémon. I have since I was a kid and they first came out, and I've played nearly every single game that's come out. It's a fun pastime, and there's usually at least one good pokémon per batch, so I keep coming back.The Never World5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, sometimes the new games bore me, and sometimes I long for older games. I've played Red and Blue a few times (Blue especially), but recently I decided I'd go for a different kind of game. I had played LeafGreen as a rom, but never the actual cartridge, so I decided to go out on a limb and buy a used one. I wasn't expecting much other than a fun time, but that wasn't what was in store for me.
I started up the game as normal. There wasn't any saved data, so I started a new game, picked a girl (I always play girl characters; it's just something I've done forever) and named her Ghi. And this is where things got weird.
As always, I grabbed the potion from my mailbox, because I sure as hell wasn't going to lose my first batt
Lost Vault A1 P1My Little Pony: Friendship is MagicLost Vault A1 P14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Olivine Stone and the Lost Vault
A cool breeze blew through the orange and red leaves of the Fillydelphia University as many earth ponies, unicorns, and pegasi made their way past a large statue in the middle of the common yard. Three carved jade figures, a unicorn, pegasus, and pony, stood on their hind legs giving a high hoof below a Sun and Moon made out of shiny steel. A copper plaque read, "Fillydelphia University: Three Minds Are Better Than One." Fall had come to Fillydelphia and another day of classes was underway. However, one beige colored filly with a red apple mane and heavy saddle bags was not enjoying the sights of the university. She galloped through the common yard, cutting off and nearly colliding with student poines, shouting apologies as she blew past.
"Excuse me! Sorry! Coming through! Watch out!"
With little effort, she vaulted, sailing over a pair of unicorns walking across her path
Channeler Keiya My name is Keiya. I'm the Substitute Gym Leader of Ecruteak, a Kimono girl, a Psychic and a Priestess, but I'm also one of if not the last of my class of trainer, you may remember us from Lavender Town, the Channeler Class. I was young when it happened. When they showed up Team Rocket.Channeler Keiya5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I still have nightmares about what they did to that poor Marowak and what happened to me. I was I believe eleven or thirteen when it happened, it's hard to remember most of that day. I just remember that boy, the one whose name was the first color of the rainbow, Red.
He saved me from the spirit that had possessed me and I am forever in his debt. After that I couldn't look Morty and my Haunter in the eyes, I was afraid.
I didn't want to be bound to my home by duty anymore, but I couldn't leave my friend alone with his evil grandmother Agatha. So I stayed and decided I would become the substitute gym leader because I knew there were days when trainers would come an
Megamon chap 4Megamon chap 48 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 4: Dingo's Goal
Chaud walked slowly down the path, trees on either side. Protoman was being carried in his arms (with legs as small as he now had, it was hard to keep up with the NetOp), and feeling very bitter about his new appearance. They had already crossed through one town and a small forest (nothing dared to challenge them-apparently they'd been taught a lesson before now). Chaud had spotted the next town and had sped up, muttering something about the clouds above them. He stopped short and shifted protoman so he could get out his pokedex and point it at some bushes.
"Jolteon, the lightning pokemon. Jolteon's cells generate a low level of electricity. This power is amplified by the static electricity of its fur, enabling it to drop thunderbolts. When angered, the hairs on Jolteon's body turn into needles that are fired at its opponent."
A spiky yellow and white creature poked its head out of the bushes and blinked at them. A Raichu and several Mareep followed. The Mareep
Emerald Bellossom It was a normal day in Summertime, and I had recently learned how to clone Pokemon on my Emerald version, thanks to my cousin. I was probably the happiest nerd you would find for miles at that time. Within a few months, I had all the Pokemon cloned that I had needed. Eventually I stopped playing my game altogether, since I had gotten bored of it, because I bought it used. It came with several legendaries, and the Elite Four beat more times than I could count. Then Pokemon Diamond and Pearl had come out. My mom had pre-ordered them for me for my birthday, and I was just completely ecstatic. I pulled out the guidebook, my collector styluses, and then finally the games. Immediately I opened the Pearl case, took out the cartridge and placed it into my DS system.Emerald Bellossom5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I played that game all summer long, and hardly ever touched my Pokemon Diamond. I was at Cynthia's last Pokemon, which was her Milotic.
A Very Black SoulI'm such a pitiful sight now, aren't I? Look at me...old, alone and full of regret. So much for the world's greatest pokemon trainer. I'm nothing more than a monster. I wish there was some way to go back to days of my youth and take back those words that sealed my fate.A Very Black Soul5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hm! You say you don't know me. I can't help but wonder if that's a good thing. You may not know my face, but surely you might have heard my name before? My name is Red. I was once declared the youngest champion in Kanto's history and the only one to hold the title for so long. But that title is a false one. I'm not a champion. I'm nothing more than a senile old man. I said something I shouldn't have. My mother always warned me that I should never make a wish out loud because someone might be listening.
Ah, so you do know who I am! That will surely save time. I'm guessing you've come to find me to ask me how I became the champion and how I managed to hold it. The tale is not a happy one and I am not eager to share it.
CynophobiaIt wasn't a new copy of Soul Silver I had gotten possession of. I already had Heart Gold, but...Cynophobia5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My friend, Endgame, had finally informed me there were certain Pokemon you could get only in Soul Silver and only in Heart Gold, but I wanted both. It was fun to have both versions, really; I could be a girl in one and a boy in the other! Or maybe not.
Either way, Soul Silver--I had gotten one off of... where else? ...Ebay, and it was used, yes. But I was sure it wasn't hacked; for one thing, everything worked fine. No weird things happened!
I had attained a party of Marble, an Eevee(who I wanted to evolve into an Umbreon); Ruffles, a Wigglytuff; Lynched, a Poliwhirl; Chi the Espeon(I bred her for my Eevee); a Typholsion named Fluffy; and lastly, a Girafarig named Ki.
After a month or so of owning Soul Silver, Endgame suggested to me Platinum--that way, I'd have even more fun! After all, just the first two generations wasn't quite so fun; platinum would have two further generations, so to s
Big Mac ODST chapter 3Big Mac ODST chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
6 hours after drop.
Big Mac had just finished bucking the final apple tree. He was in good spirits, his mum and dad were busy at the apple fair, applejack was in the barn learning how to buck properly and little applebloom was sleeping soundly in her cot. He started his way over to the barn when he saw a stallion walk up to him. He was seven feet in size, he had a neatly cut mane and huge muscles. "Is this Sweet Apple Acres?" the stallion asked in a dark tone, not threatening but calm. "eeyup. The one and only, Big Macintosh at your service." the stallion did not smile, he did not ask for apples. Instead he talked slower and more seriously. "I need to speak with you, urgently. I am john hooves 117. You need to listen. There was a alien attack on a apple fair just 100 miles from canterlot. You're the only one mature enough not to cry."
Big Mac already knew what was coming next. "I am so sorry, your parents did not survive the attack." Big Mac almost collapsed. One tear
TightRope Thanks for reading! It's long.TightRope4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stretching my legs out, I popped any bone in my body that could pop. I was tricked into thinking it would make me lighter--the tiny thread I'm supposed to nimbly scamper across is a lot weaker than most people thought. I wasn't supposed to do this act, I was heavy and clumsy. I leaned my back against the cobblestone wall and stretched, scraping it and causing the naked skin to rip and bead with blood. I groaned, and wiped it off. After stretching my arms, legs, back -anything that would loosen up-, I stood up and shook out the fear welling up in my stomach. The acts before me were performed with utmost perfection, if I messed this up we would lose our entire reputation. Id never done this before, nor had I even touched the tightrope until now.
I climbed the ladder, my hands shaking and sweaty. The crowd stared at my body, how I wasn't like the dainty little Miss Violet that
KonjukuYou think you are a pebble.Konjuku3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's not the most romantic thing to say to someone, so you'll have to forgive my clumsiness. You think you are a pebble. That you have been worn down and eroded to the point where all corners have been smoothed out. That you have allowed the awkward elbows and ankle bones, the stutter and the scars, to be rubbed out. That you've let them wear you down until you are no longer abrasive when you come into direct contact with what they expect you to be.
You are not a pebble.
You are not small or part of a greater pattern. You are not disposable, at the mercy of Poisedon's temperate shifts. You are not the sum of the parts around you. You are not a pebble.
You are soil; and some may say that that's not the most kind thing to say to someone. People will walk all over you. By that, I mean that you will rise to new heights and be the beginning of something beyond what we have now. Like a sharp cliff you will become the platform that others have to build from
Theme 23: DragonTheme 23: DragonTheme 23: Dragon4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
How dare he enter? Doesn't he see the signs, the people begging him not to? His "bravery" is futile, his armory weak. They are stupid, thinking my flames will not harm them in their metal suits, thinking my bite will not reach them. My cry sends chills down their spines, my size conquers all. I am more powerful than they ever will be.
DMC: Streets - Chapter 1DMC: Streets - Chapter 110 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
In another space entirely, it was early morning in Ankh-Morpork, oldest and greatest and grubbiest of cities. A thin drizzle dripped from they gray sky and punctuated the river mist that coiled among the streets. Rats of various species went about their nocturnal occasions. Under night's damp cloak assassins assassinated, thieves thieved, hussies hustled. And so on.
Making only the faintest of footfalls in her soft-soled boots, Cera Oakroot strolled cautiously along the slick cobblestones of Market Street. It had stopped raining and, as was most often the case, a chill night-fog had formed in its wake. Even with her sharp Elven eyes she had trouble making out her feet in the oily, ground-clinging soup and could only see clearly ahead for about ten yards or so. The lights from the street lamps faded in the mist like will-o'-the-wisps lined up on parade.
Approaching the intersection of Market Street and Commerce
Creepypasta: SpectaclesCreepypasta: SpectaclesCreepypasta: Spectacles4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
William Shakespeare. Once the toast of both high and low English society, now loathed all across North America by high school students forced to learn about his plays. The man was a bit of an eccentric, as geniuses inevitably are, and that’s perfectly okay in your books.
Because you’re a little off-kilter too.
Won’t your class be freaked out when they discover you had a real human skull in your hands during the monologue scene of the upcoming school play. Okay, so technically you don’t plan on telling them, not even afterwards, but if there was ever an event prompting you to gain possession of a legit skull it was this. Just like Hamlet himself, you’re disturbed, relatively paranoid, and prone to mood swings. But you’re no murderer. Not yet, at least. But seriously, it’s not worth killing just to gain access to a real skull.
No. No, you know where you can go to get that.
The other kids at school sometimes talk abo
Transformers Academy IAquablast ran through the hallway. Dang, dang, dang, Im gonna be late. She muttered. Not a good way to start off her first day at the Autobot academy. She looked around, confused. The hallway split like a four-way street, and the halls were empty. She was about to take a right when a voice came from behind her.Transformers Academy I7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Why arent you in class? Aquablast turned around. A man was behind her, and he was maybe a foot taller than her. His expression didnt look threatening, but Aquablast knew she was in trouble.
I-I got lost. Im trying to find Professor Wheeljacks lab. Hes my first teacher this morning. Its my first day here.
The man smiled. Aquablast got a few moments to focus on his features. His hair was a royal blue, and his jacket that was similar to a racers was red, blue and white, and so were his pants. Red boots went past his ankles. May I escort you?
Aquablast blushed. Y-Yes plea
Surprise- HUMANThere was a knock at the door.Surprise- HUMAN6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ratchet was met at the door by a very frazzled-looking Jazz. That was strange right away. Jazz was never serious at all, let alone worried. Ratchet realized then just how worried Jazz really was about Bumblebee.
Ratchet, its you. What took you so long? I thought youd never get here. There was an unfriendly edge to Jazzs voice.
You know as well as I do that Ironhide was injured. I had to care for his injuries. Ratchet had decided it would be best to remain calm, Well, wheres Bumblebee?
Inside, on the bed. He feels really bad, you know?
Ratchet didnt really respond, just began to walk through the door. So, whats been going on with him?
Im not sure. Hes just been in a lot of pain for some reason. Im worried that something happened when we fought in that battle where Ironhide was injured.
Ratchet nodded, movin
Bionicle Story 1 Ch. 4Bionicle Story 1 Ch. 46 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4: Arua awakens
After Matari erased her memories, she created seven different matoran that had no memory but only remembered their names. Niko and Sonu two Av-Matoran, Nakama a Ta-Matoran, Iju a Ko-Matoran, Atau a Le-Matoran, Enua a Onu-Matoran, and Newa a Po-Matoran. After they were created, Matari sent all eight of them to land in the protodermis waters of Metru-Nui. When Arua first woke up she saw that she was on a pebbled beach.
Arua: Where .Where am I? In fact who am I? I don't even remember.
While Arua was trying to figure out her own questions, she spotted Atau still knocked out and asleep.
Arua: Ummmmm ..Hey you, come on wake up, who ever you are.
Atau: Ugggh .Who ..Who are you?
Arua: I was going to ask you the same thing. Do you remember anything?
Atau: No .no, not at all, do you?
Arua: I'm afraid not. I'm Arua, so who are you?
Atau: My name is Atau it's nice to meet you.
Arua: Well, let's not stand on this beach all day, let's go lo
Canterlot, Equestria and Anything, Ch.1, Pt. 5Canterlot, Equestria and Anything, Ch.1, Pt. 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ten Minutes earlier.
Out in the plains, groups of the Canterlot Elite were making their way into their second air-ship of the week; this time though, back to where they had come from. They weren't really in the position to complain though; the past night was spent making tents from sticks and leaves when there were perfectly made 'non-leaf and stick' tents sitting near the wreckage they were forced to pick up the same night. After all the strenuous work they weren't accustomed to, if they were able to spurt even a single protest, they would have to wait until they went back into their humble abode and ask their servants to do it for them. While they were making their way on-board, Captain Bullhorn was conversing with an unexpected guest and her companions, away from weary eyes.
Celestia was now without her shades; she could now look upon with ease at the yellow suited embodiment of a loud speaker, "Captain, these are the ponies that have been reported missing for the past few weeks; I
The Walking Dead Game Fanfiction 1The Walking Dead Game Fanfiction 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Walking Dead Game Fan fic
It was night I hated night now especially, I was lying on a sleeping bag in a cold barn im pretty sure I was the only one awake. I looked over at Kenny, Katjaa and Duck, they were the people who saved me. Yep they were sleeping I couldn't sleep it had been a pretty horrible day it had been a pretty horrible day for everyone I guess I laid staring at the ceiling of the barn did I mention I was freeing? Yeah it was damn cold, suddenly I heard a noise it was a car im guessing anyway, I got up and climbed down the ladder to the ground floor of the barn and quietly opened the door a little. Oh it was new people cool another grown up and a kid yes! The kid was a girl maybe around the same age as me, awesome now I don't have to put up with Duck, I liked Duck but he was a little annoying at times hah. I saw them both heading towards the barn so I quickly climbed up the ladders and laid on my sleeping bag the two new people came in and went to sleep to I
My savior - Part 1My savior - Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Really?" The young brown haired girl grabs hold of her monitor to make sure she is reading the text correctly
I would like to meet you one day
She jumps from her desk to jump in glee.
The person for whom she had been auspiring as her rolemodel Wanted to meet her.
She quickly resumes her chatting with her friend
(SS) sonusStrecore Has became an idle chatter
SS: Sorry I was in the other room...
TC: That is okay. But I am sΣrious. I would likΣ to mΣΣt you....
TC: Would you bΣ okay with that
SS: Yeah that would be fine :>
TC: Okay... So how would this work... I mΣan whΣrV arΣ you?
SS: Oh, Yeah right....you say your one alternia :
20 Ways to Start a StoryStory Ideas20 Ways to Start a Story7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1. Every morning I woke up to find myself sweating, loathing the day that was laid out before me. The same thing day in. And day out. And day in. And day out. You get the picture. They don't though. They really, truly don't.........................
2. Some days it hurt less than others. Some days I though, 'Maybe I can bear it, if only for a little while' but it was only my self delusion.
3. Glory Lord, glory. Save thy tainted soul. Be thou forgiveful, if not forgetful.
4. He was like the sun-god himself with the beautiful locks of golden hair and the bright silver eyes. But be not deceived by his appearance. He his the devil himself in attitude and manner.
5. Storms raged around them, sending debris everywhere and they cowered not only for their lives but for the lives of their family.
6. We are only what we picture ourselves to be; sometimes we're girls. Sometimes we're boys. Sometimes we're both. If we wanted we could be animals or spirits or ghosts. But sometimes our wi
Creepypasta (?): The Serial Killer KillerCreepypasta (?): The Serial Killer KillerCreepypasta (?): The Serial Killer Killer1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a typical Monday morning at the pasta house. Or rather, it wasn’t. The news of Jane and Jeff both being dead as of last night was still settling in. The two had been the latest victims of the Serial Killer Killer, both of them found on the porch stabbed to death with a spoon. Yes. A spoon. Why the Serial Killer Killer had chosen such an inefficient and slow murder weapon was anyone’s guess, but it was doubtlessly messy. Needless to say it had taken Slenderman hours to get the stains out of the wood varnish.
But in the pasta house there was only one stage of grief: acceptance. Live and let live, and all that. With that in mind the various pastas were crowded around their flat-screen TV in the den. And for some unfathomable reason they were all wearing toques and watching NHL hockey.
“Does anyone have change for the $55.71 in coins I have on me?” Sally asked.
“No. And I don’t have hands so I don’t