May's Gains (A LOT): PWGVersion: Legends Part 1 by CrystalDev, literature
May's Gains (A LOT): PWGVersion: Legends Part 1
May opened one of the Pokéballs, releasing a Torchic. The Chick Pokémon looked at her with its big, blue eyes, and she was sold.
"I choose Torchic!" May said with enthusiasm. The Professor handed May five additional PokéBalls, while Professor Birch, who just woke up, handed her a Pokédex.
"Use that Pokédex to record information about Pokémon you encounter on your journey. My son, Brendan, has been doing the same thing. Good luck." With those parting words, May took Torchic in her arms and walked back to her house to show her mother her first Pokémon.
"Oh, May, it's so cute! Max, com
May's Gains (A LOT): PWGVersion: Legends Part 2 by CrystalDev, literature
May's Gains (A LOT): PWGVersion: Legends Part 2
"Another bowl, please."
"May, you've eaten 15 bowls of noodles already."
"My record is 32. You should have seen me."
A few days later, the girls were visiting a noodle shop right outside Fallabor. With May eating more than Dawn and Flannery combined, Dawn was intrigued by the ravenous display of appetite and her weight and wondered how to get big herself. Flannery, being in a semi-conscious state of fullness, decided to play along.
"May, is it hard to gain?"
"Not really. Though I've always been big." She replied, concentrating on her finishing every dish in the noodle shop- a task she was scarily close to.
“Well, I'll be at the sh
It was bedtime. Dylan Davenport had been suffering from these recurrent strange vivid dreams for the past 4 lonely nights alone in his Apartment he’d been renting out within the last half year. Soon before, the last several days till his departure from Virginia back to his Hometown in Texas, after the dreadful planned 4 months prior to his crucial trauma that happened to him, he got a message to come back to Texas from his older brother Ryan; realizing in the past events that have destroyed him most recently; there was another sudden occurrence he didn’t want to experience or hear. His Mother̵
[Short] Man in the Mirror by Beginneratart, literature
[Short] Man in the Mirror
"A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart
And a washed out dream
They follow the pattern of the wind, ya see
'Cause they got no place to be
That's why I'm starting with me—"
"I never took you as a singer, Detective."
Callahan choked. Crap. He jerked his head to the door of his office. A woman stood there, a smile creeping onto her face. Oh god, not her. He drew in a breath and clenched his jaw. "The forensics lab isn't this way, Maxine."
"I only came here to collect the evidence you borrowed from the lab," Maxine said, stifling her grin. "The phone, to be exact."
Out of all of the people that could've walked in, it just had to
"I could really use a trim for summer. My hair is dripping out here."
Edgar glanced at his girlfriend Denise as she batted sweat away from her full, tan locks. She'd had her hair lightened a few times and it had once almost come out gray. To his surprise, she wasn't mortified. She actually kept it for a few weeks, noting, "If you live long enough, everyone goes gray eventually."
He flicked a few beads from his own, much-closer dirty-blond "lawn" (as Denise liked to call it) and pulled her in for a wobbling hug as they walked. She was as sweaty as him with a sheen across her freckled, lightly-tanned face. She pulled up her lavender tank with
Pokemon Interactives Chapter Fragment by CrystalDev, literature
Pokemon Interactives Chapter Fragment
The interactive story it goes with is here, for context: http://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1532375-Pokemon-Weight-Gain-Journey/map/113
“Oh, you've got to be kidding me…” Krys muttered to herself as she buried her face into her palm, “Can't she at least try to dress herself?”
The other, much larger girl in the changing stall either didn't hear her or didn't seem to care. “Hello? Can I get some help with this thing?” Leaf waved the XL skirt in front of Krys’ face until she snatched it out of the air.
“Yeah, ok, fine. L
Abomination: Sea of Stones: 4 - Aftermath by jecoil, literature
Abomination: Sea of Stones: 4 - Aftermath
Christophe Flashsteel, the former Guard-Captain of Danton, stood in what was left of the market square of the city he had sworn to protect. The sun had only just risen, and already the city was in ruins. Crows, buzzards, and other scavengers filled the skies or prowled among the debris feasting on the carnage. Most of the fires from the night before had burned themselves out, leaving only smoldering wreckage that created a choking haze that hung over the once mighty port city. Only the castle, stone temples, a few of the more sturdy or lucky wooden structures, the docks and ironically the wall itself remained intact. At least half of
PWGVersion: Legends: Serena's BIG Rescue by CrystalDev, literature
PWGVersion: Legends: Serena's BIG Rescue
Once again, Serena, a young blonde Pokémon trainer, had found herself coming back to this breathtaking town, Lumiose, thanks to her Charizard flying her there, as he did anytime his young master asked him to.
Currently Serena was browsing the wondrous yet vastly expensive clothing from the boutique that screamed high class. Lucky for her she had enough "style" to get in, she still wasn't sure what that meant seeing as she believed she wasn't wearing anything incredible fancy.
In any case her eyes caught sight of a nice-looking pair of pants and suit. As much as she liked a good skirt she wondered what her friends would say if they sa
In the heart of an endless green forest, where wild was a given and no man dared tread, I found myself bored with my godly duties. Thousands of miles away from any type of human civilization, hearing whispers of salty air and crashing waves of oceans I’d never see, and dreaming of tasting cold air atop mountain chains, I knew my home would perish without me. Although brash, fear held me back when it came to adventures. Though, it wasn't until much later that I felt temptation and desire grow.
Despite being a deity of nature, it never crossed my mind that it was odd to have an affiliation with death and fire, always on one sid
The first time we met.
It was a fateful day. I was hungry, in a fury, I wanted power. I wanted it all, it was all mine.
But what are you doing, mysterious stranger? Do you dare get in my way?
I thought power was everything; recognition, what I hungered for.
What I fool I was back then.
You turned and bore your fangs.
An air of danger, like fire, we stared, faced off.
The fight began. Determined, I was, I could not keep strength. I had to surrender.
You hurt me, injured me, how could you?
But you forgave me. Helped me, protected me, stayed by my side.
I learned it had been pride in my way the whole time.
At first I resented you, your strong
Chapter 1: Dreamer (unfinished draft) by GnoblynLit, literature
Chapter 1: Dreamer (unfinished draft)
Dreamer Far out in Phæri, in the cavernously riddled Stem of Uhm, it dreamt. Cocooned to the heart of the mountainous mushroom, it melded with fungal ancients. Yet the dreamer was most ancient of all. The uneven chamber was home to a great variety of toadstools. Some glimmered, offering dim choruses of color. This revealed maroon tunnels hollowing the central mass of life. Other growths stuck out in size, their warped shadows filling musty spaces. Trunks meandered before birthing fuzzy blobs. They blanketed most surfaces, including the caps themselves, forming parasitic clumps. Many even dwelt upon the cystic husk that shielded the creature in its deep slumber. It slept in silence. The occasional hum or hiss might be given by small critters. Attempt to breach the pod, itself thickly rooted to the base, resulted in paralysis from secreted glop, or torpor from emitted gas. Any harm to the capsule was met with rapid regeneration. These defenses
Weeping by the Willow Tree by AMSnowOfficial, literature
Weeping by the Willow Tree
Weeping by the Willow Tree
Written by Adam M. Snow
Who is she adorned in moonlight's veil -
This beauty with skin so fragile and pale?
I see her within a dream surreal,
Weeping by the willow tree.
Why does she weep such a woe,
Under starry midnight glow?
Upon the ground, her tears will flow;
Weeping by the willow tree.
How can I clearly see?
She weeps so tenderly...
Will I come to know; can it be,
She weeps for me by the willow tree?
What can cause her broken heart,
That led this dame to hurt?
Her hair does fairly touch the dirt;
Weeping by the willow tree.
A love that's lost should only be,
Testimony of a Supposed Villain by Voice-of-Kujira, literature
Testimony of a Supposed Villain
You. The innocent one, honoured high for your great hope.
You, with that gentle smile, more mild than any the world has ever known.
You. With eyes like stars, casting light upon all who travel through your grace.
You. The one whom everyone loves … for good reason.
You. Who would not dare touch a butterfly, nor dare pain a soul, nor dare speak a word in any kind of malice.
I. The dirty one, preceded by a path of sin.
I, with such a dour gaze that it brews darkness in the soul of anyone who deigns to look upon it.
I . With eyes like fire, a destructive light, decimating all in my way.
I . The one hated by the world, for my evil de
3 word stories Day I: The Imagineer by Voice-of-Kujira, literature
3 word stories Day I: The Imagineer
“Imagineer [ ih-maj-uh-neer]: noun a person who is skilled in implementing creative ideas into practical form.” It was 7:00 PM on that glacial night in late December. Peering down through the thick, nearly opaque clouds and crowded mountains populating the small and remote island, one could make out a dim light penetrating the winter storms. Indeed, any traveller daring to trespass in the land of the ancient mountains would find quite it an unwelcoming and cold place, and inevitably be forced to turn back lest they fall prey gruesome environment unsuitable for most creatures; such howling winds would chill any unsuspecting adventurer to the bone with a cautionary whisper of imminent frostbite. The light in the valley was faint, yet exuded a calming presence of warmth and familiarity just the same, for nestled cosily among the towering and foreboding mountains was a small cabin. However, venturing inside in pursuit of a homecoming experience would prove to be anything but your
[Flash Fiction] Layover by Beginneratart, literature
[Flash Fiction] Layover
As they looked in the mirror, they were amazed to find two completely different people smiling back at them.
Her hair had grown into luscious brown locks, while he wore a pearly smile on his face with his hand over her shoulder. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, the pair were dressed in warm garments, matching the scenic view of the crumbling autumn leaves and the grey drying trees. Long gone were the creases in the corners of their cracked lips, the hollow darkness beneath their eyes, and the sickly paleness of their skin. Long gone were the feelings and fears of hurt and dying.
Here they were now, living a tranquil life near the edge of a cli
Lillie and the Strange Town Chapter 8 by CrystalDev, literature
Lillie and the Strange Town Chapter 8
“Villagers of Kan’Kai! The prophet would like you to show your gratitude to her arrival with another round of your finest dishes!”
Lillie sighed. She had brought herself to Kan’Dal as a willing captee to his strange perversions …and the happiness of his village. Of course.
‘So much for losing weight.’ Her inner monologue was spilling out. And to think she was actually starting to make some progress on firming up her belly flab! Now, instead, it sprung out, unable to be contained, and bloated with unknown amounts of fat and food.
As the villagers finished preparing Lillie’s first plates, the exc
Do you know about that days when you don't know what should you do with your self? Time is difficult, it's cloudy and cold and l walk around the town without aim. l am hungry.l need some food and more justice. This world has no sense. I wear my old coat not that I like to much red color, just l can't bue anew.
Warm tea and just piece of bread will be okay right now but I can't take it. I walk alone near grocery store without aim and money.l should go back at home, there warmer and need alitle consolation by my far away friends. I walk and feel so tired today.l didn't see someone who know. I feel alone.
I arrived at home. I change my clothes a
a godless child, a bottled stormgirl with a switchblade for a tongue and eyes like dying stars. she burns in silence, cold and brilliant and blue; a broken girl who would break the world to prove them wrong about her.
she is moongazing, she has seen good and evil and all the horizons between tangled together gold-gray like her hair. cracked lenses, crooked frames, hazel eyes fit to pierce the gates of heaven; saturn's halo slips low across her brow.
oh, she is bloody, bloody like angels. she cuts like winter through the city, impatient, indifferent, a living heart in her hands and a cardiothoracic drumbeat echoi
The resume with inappropriate word! by Skycommand, literature
The resume with inappropriate word!
"It's intolerable," I proclaimed vehemently. "There is no way I'm hiring this idiot!" I was the factory manager, the second most powerful person in the whole company, after the CEO. "Calm down," my father said soothingly. "If you don't want to hire him, you can do so without shouting. I don't know why you are making such a fuss, but if the past is any indication, you must calm down." My father was the former CEO. He had been retired after two decades of sterling career. People like him, however, accumulate so much work experience that it is best not to let them go. So, he is now a part-time advisor. He comes two days a week. It should come as no surprise that, to his children, he was "father," not "daddy" or "old man." We were in my office. The object of my infuriation was the resumé of our prospective IT guy. This person was promising but young. With youth comes all the flaws of youth. I had personally warned him that all employees must adhere to society's norms and etiquette. Yet
I stay awake all night thinking about what could have been Thoughts swirling around in my head, going a mile a minute Thinking about if I hadn't lost you Where would we be now? Would life be any different? Trying not to cry, knowing I'm a mess without you I'm laying here now with tears brimming in my eyes Knowing I've been dead inside for quite a while Because now you're not here with me And it's driving me insane This bittersweet yet tuneless song Is dedicated to how much I miss you But I know crying and feeling this way isn't going to change the past There's nothing I can do So I numb the pain with self-sabotage Why do I have to live my life to the max When I know that I'm eventually also going to go And that others will feel the same way about me as I feel about you now I have go now so see you on the other side... Not now, but one day.