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My poemI was the best trainer ever.More Like This
I defeated many opponents with my team in a breeze.
I made my rival bow down on his knees.
But my legacy will be forgotten as time goes by.
As I lay here in this casket decaying in pitch black darkness.
Told to turn back but I didn't
I kept on like I fool.
Battled Red till his head came off.
Lost my Pokémon in the process why Arcus am I still progressing my journey.
Like I'm in a hurry?
Even though my eyes are bleeding and my arms are gone.
I still continue my journey, only Arcus knows why I did.
I still can't believe I'm continuing.
Now I lost my body what in Arcus's name is happening?
I start becoming transparent.
Now I'm in a black abyss forever I will be missed by the ones that cared about me.
My memory starts to fade faster than the worms consuming my flesh what a tragedy.
Rest In Piece Gold they say but they are going to forget me anyway.
Dear Teen Ruby RoseDear Ruby,More Like This
I know you hate me calling you that. I know you'd rather I use one of the millions of aliases you've buried yourself under over the years, the way you used to hide under pillows or disappear into piles of leaves, or cover yourself in snow while the other kids made snow angels (because you didn't have wings - you're the abominable snowman).
You're still that little girl, as much as you disguise it - the only difference is that now you're hiding in words and clothes. I know what you're doing with all of that lace and the skirts and PVC. The way you wear provocative clothing so that people look at you and judge you by the threads, so you can always tell yourself that if they hate you, it's not you, it's just the clothes instead (you're not a coat-hanger or a mannequin, babe. You don't have to be afraid).
One day, you won't feel like you have to be someone else, or hide who you are. One day you won't whisper those nicknames over and over again to yourself like a mantra or some
Sick... (RP Journal)((Because I got sick at the reunion yesterday. Turns out it was because I was VERY tired. It honestly didn't feel like that, man... Chi here has a legitimate cold, so yeah.))More Like This
The Pokemon were hard at work. Nitori had used Water Gun (in favor of forgetting Focus Energy) to fill a small pot. The group had managed to befriend a Pansage (who went by Arana), who provided leaves for the water. Hizu kept the water warm with the flame on his tail. Sorrel had crushed some Oran berries over the pot so the juice would spill in. It took a moment, but it was done; tea made by Pokemon hands. They cared that much. Sunni had a cup of the mix and was bringing it to Chi, who was curled up in her room in bed. She nodded slightly as she took the cup, coughing. "Stupid cold..." she muttered before sneezing, which caused her to spark slightly. Meanwhile, outside, Madoka and Charlotte were picking more berries for the tea when they turned around, hearing something behind them. "Oh...? H-hello! What're you
-Poke-Gi-Oh-Chapter 1More Like This
A long time ago... 5,000 years, a game was played. A game called the Shadow Games. The games are so powerfully and so evil that they almost destory the planet. A young and brave Pokemon locked these games away.. Never to be played again.
Until years later that is...
"Thunder! Wake up, you're going to be late for school!" a voice called.
I recalled the voice of my older brother, calling me from my sleep. I groaned and rolled out of my nice warm bed of moss, onto the cold, hard, dirty floor of the den. I walked out of the den, still half asleep, and over to where my brother was. The Raichu was busy making some food. The smell made my stomach growl.
Mmm.. Apples.. With some berries on the side, I thought, mouth watering. Maybe today will be a good day with this start.
"Good morning Thunder. Did you sleep well?" The Raichu questioned, looking up from his cooking.
"Yeah, I slept fine," I told him. It wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie either. I hadn't be