REQUEST: 'Pasta - Blood MoneyMoney.REQUEST: 'Pasta - Blood Money in Short Stories More Like This
That word was all that flowed through my mind. All around me the Rocket grunts worked, completely oblivious to everything around them. Imbeciles. Some were loading waste material into trucks to be disposed of, whilst others were carrying large vials of a clear, luminous liquid - the precious dew we came to collect.
I heard a struggling sound from behind me, and turned just enough to see a small blue creature wrapping its long ribbon-like antennae around a Rocket grunt's neck. The grunt was gasping, grabbing at the creature that wailed for help. I rolled my eyes before turning away. See what I mean? Those grunts are useless. The gasping soon stopped, and as the small creature ran past me I shot my foot out. My toes met resistance. There was a loud whine of pain and a thump as it landed a few feet away. Sobs. Really? The pathetic thing was crying. I tsked as I walked over towards it. Such an insignificant Pokemon, able to create such a money grabbing substance...
Creepypasta - Just A Hug"Good girl, Strike! Awesome job!"Creepypasta - Just A Hug in Short Stories More Like This
I grinned back at Master, waving my scythes with joy at my 10th win in a row. I'm a Scyther, you see, but I'm not very strong... Master has been incredibly kind to me, seeing as I lose really easily. My moves aren't very good. But the fact that Master still loves me and trains me and teaches me to use my moves well makes me so happy! My daddy once told me that... what was it...? Oh, that humans hate us and will mistreat us, so we must stay away. He was so wrong about Master! Master is sweet, and kind, and makes the most amazing poffins! I love Master...
Master walked towards me and patted my head. I giggled and twisted so that Master was tickling my neck. He laughed good-naturedly.
"Get on with you, Strike - Dinner's ready."
I shot up instantly and went towards the table. No, of course I don't sit at the table - I sit near it on the floor, with the rest of Master's Pokemon. He has a Blastoise, Salamence and Liepard - all of them are a lot strong
Creepypasta - ParalyzedPokemon Diamond. My most beloved game ever, the one I had beaten within days of getting it. I was well on my way to catching every Pokemon, only a few left. Whenever I was bored, I'd whip out my old DS and have a wander around with the Poke Radar, looking for the ones that had escaped my attention. It was taking a really long time, but I refused to cheat, and I didn't want to trade for it either. That just left the old fashioned way - good old man power.Creepypasta - Paralyzed in Short Stories More Like This
It was roughly 1am. I have quite severe insomnia, making it impossible for me to sleep some nights. It was times like these that I would play Diamond to tire out my brain, and half the time it managed to induce sleep in me. Maybe it would work tonight.
Yawning softly, I booted up the game and went to try for 100 straight battles in the Battle Tower. I was at 48, but then lost to the Battle Tycoon. Damn him. I didn't have enough will power to try again, so I decided to instead go looking for Pokemon with the Poke Radar. I had never sear
NM Fuel - Never Forget...I don't like being a bug Pokemon. I don't like being small and young. All the big birds chase me. It's really scary. But mamma says that she will keep me safe. I love my mamma. When I have a bad tummy, mamma always rubs it better with her feelers. At night she sings me lullabies; my favourite is 'there were two birds sat on a stone; one flew away, and then there was one; the other flew after, and then there was none; and so the poor stone was left all alone'. Mamma says I'll never be left alone. She and papa will always be there. She promised.NM Fuel - Never Forget... in Short Stories More Like This
My tummy feels strange. It's all warm and tingly. The rest of my body is starting to feel that way too. I asked mommy, and she said that my body will change soon. That scares me. I don't want to change! She said it won't be bad - I'll get tired and not move for a while, but then I'll grow to look like mommy or daddy! I hope I look like mommy; Mommy's really pretty. But daddy sparkles when he flies, and makes everything look really glittery. Looki
Roses Are Red, Violets Are TooI thudded to the ground, sending a shock throughout my body. My precious Pikachu, Violet, clung onto my shoulder, berating my Dragonite for dropping us from such a height. Dragonite shook his head in irritation, landing and clutching his ears. I chuckled as I returned him to his Pokeball. Violet turned to look at me - I was very lucky to have her, a female Pikachu. Most of the ones bred by Professor Oak were male, but when I saw this beauty I couldn't resist her, with her overhanging mop of fur and unusual eyes the most beautiful shade of violet ever seen. That was where she had gotten her name. She had been bred to know the move Volt Tackle, but wasn't quite able to use it yet; not that I cared. She was very swift and agile, with even my opponents commenting on her amazing performance. Most people offered me a trade for her, but I always declined, for not only was Violet my strongest Pokemon, she was also my trusted friend and partner. I would never give her up for anything.Roses Are Red, Violets Are Too in Short Stories More Like This
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Okay, so this happened to me almost a week ago or so, give or take. I was on the bus on my way to school, playing my Soul Silver on my DS, when the bus lurched a little at a stop. This wasn't unusual, a lot of the city buses were in disrepair and their engines stalling was common. I only sighed in annoyance at this-until something slid from the back of the bus after its sudden stop, the object coming to a halt by my seat.
It appeared to be an abandoned Pokewalker, to my surprise. I bent down and picked it up to have a closer look, distracting myself with it while the bus driver tried valiantly to restart the engines, all other passengers around me groaning impatiently. Upon closer inspection though, I frowned that the little Pokewalker was fairly scuffed and dirty, but worst yet was the screen on the thing.
The clear plastic covering had been scratched badly, looking as if someone had done it on purpose with keys or something to the point that it would be otherwise near impossible to t
Pokemon: PerfectI squinted my eyes, trying to read what the screen was telling me. All the mixed colors were so confusing, and I had hardly learned how to properly read those strange lines yet. "I focused, trying to remember the letters I had learned in class and how to pronounce them. "W... Waaaa... Watle?" I mumbled, not really understanding what the word meant, or if I had got it right. "How do you get Mark confused with Watle?" My big brother snatched the DS out of my hands. Apparently I didn't get the word right.Pokemon: Perfect in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Why are you even looking at my trainer card?" I opened my mouth, having not really thinking of a response yet but wanting to look smart, but he cut me off anyways, "Whatever." He fumbled around with the DS, pressing buttons in a mystical pattern I couldn't imagine ever perfecting. After a minute he gave it back to me. I eagerly clutched the game. The character was standing in the middle of the dirt road once more, ready for battle. I was relieved, as I didn't really know how to exit out
Tommy Boy"Hey sis can I play your Pokemon Emerald? Please? Please please please?!"Tommy Boy in Fan Fiction More Like This
Reluctantly, I handed over my Gameboy and Pokemon Emerald cartridge to my little sister. With a squeel, she turned it on and started playing. I sighed. I don't like her messing with my games, but she didn't have any video games of her own. Plus she was leveling up my own Pokemon for free, and you can't really beat that deal.
"Come out come out whever you are Pokemon~" I shook my head as my sibling spoke to the inanimate object. I grabbed my DS and popped Diamond in. I flew to Hearthome and decided to randomly make some Poffins for the heck of it. I had plenty of Oran berries to spare. I threw one into the mix.
I stirred the dough, careful not to burn it. I pride myself at how well I can make Poffins without burning them or over flowing them at all. I stirred with the same, perfect grace I always did-
"Hey sis! I found a green Trapinch!!"
I cursed as I stroked the mix too much and caused it to overflow. S
Pokemon Dead ChannelI was introduced to the video game realm a tad late than most other people. For most, if not all, of my early childhood I was isolated from other kids and I had next to no social interactions. My days were spent in a prison like school and my nights rotted away with mind numbing TV. Life was dull and boring, all I had were my stuffed animals and cheap plastic toys to talk to. That's when I got a Gamecube.Pokemon Dead Channel in Horror More Like This
It was the christmas of 2003 I believe. I was overjoyed at having my own video game station. It came with the games Super Mario Sunshine, Pac Man World 2, and Pokemon Channel. Each of those games still hold a special place in my heart today. As soon as the Gamecube was set up and ready to go I began playing it immediately.
The first game I played was Super Mario Sunshine. This game is what got me hooked onto the Mario series. After playing it for hours straight and finally finding a level I just couldn't get past I turned to Pac Man World 2. Amazingly enough, I got stuck on level two.
PokePark Wii: Pikachu's ReturnPoképark Wii to me was one of those games I picked up once, powered through, then never touched again. It's fun and amusing the first round, but after a while the mini-games and running to and fro get a tad bit stale. I personally found it a bit amusing how every Pokémon you make friends with always asks you to play with them again some time later on.PokePark Wii: Pikachu's Return in Horror More Like This
That thing must've been one of the single most frustrating bosses I've ever fought in my gaming life. To think such a simple game would have something so frustrating to end it off still boggles my mind. I sure wasn't going to re-challenge it for fun any time soon. When you think about it, it's really no wonder Mew is stuck up alone on that Sky Pavilion with no friends.
Somewhere along the line the pleas of the Pokémon for me to return must have gotten to me, since recently I found a desire to play the game once more. When I turned the game on, I had figured I wouldn't be playing for very long. I'd just run a
AshamedIt was one of those cloudy, rainy days. I was actually kind of glad for that, I hated the sun. Indoors is more of my thing. Anyways, before I accidentaly get off subject, my dad was going to this indoor volleyball thing. I didn't really pay attention to the details, as I don't care much for sports. I asked if I could stay in the car, and he said that was fine.Ashamed in Fan Fiction More Like This
As soon as he left I locked the car, as I'm very paranoid. Then I tuned the radio to my favorite station and turned up the volume as loud as I could without busting my ear drums. Now that I had felt comfortable, I pulled out my Gameboy, which I had brought with me. And inside it was FireRed. I turned the volume on my GameBoy down, as I wanted to listen to the radio while I played my game.
It had been a while since I last played the game. When my save file loaded I found myself to be standing on Treasure Beach, that island below One Island. I opened the menu and clicked on my Pokemon, to find my normal party, except for a Dratini