A Short Story : A Story?

The first obvious thing was the temperature change, thankfully for both herself and her partner it was warm. However the second thing was the cozy mood of the room. Several Pokemon ran across the floor and occasionally sent her the curious glance. On the side there was a red haired boy with a flareon, but they only shot her a glance before continuing their duties. Chantel placed her tyrunt and bag on the wooden floor, relaxing her muscles that were now sore from the weight. Another tyrunt approached with a grunt, sizing up her own Pokemon. Both of them looked exactly the same, it would have been tough to tell them apart if it wasn’t for Minerva curiosity. Her own tyrunt ran off to a more interesting the group of Pokemon in the centre, leaving the poor Pokemon in the dust. Chantel laughed, clutching on to her chest as centre tyrunt squawked in offense and chased after Minerva angrily. Wiping tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, the trainer glanced down and noticed a lone Growlithe scratching her

Run. Fire. Fire” in distress to warn whoever may inhabit little green snakes and mice try to stop the fire and save itself but the destruction of the fire was too

The fire then goes out of control and leaves a light of both hope for both rescue and destruction. “There could be a beast, but I think that its us”

Streaks of thick, vibrant lava poured down it’s sides, almost strainful to look at it’s neon red eat up the rock it spewed out onto. The sun seemed to tremble in it’s place, it’s light dimming as though it were too scared of the ash’s distorted smile. Ceniza pushed through the frozen terror in his body towards the golden fields, his heart screaming in pain. “PAPI! MAMI!” Ceniza choked out feebly, his thick fingers pulling at his matted hair. His parents were still at work. Oh no, no, no. He forced himself to control his shallow breaths, no matter how much his body wanted to spasm, Ceniza staggered over to one of the work llamas now disconnected from the post, struggling atop of it’s back as it stumbled back restlessly at the jolts of sound. He tore out his hand-made compass from around his neck in uneasy confidence of directing himself towards them, yet the arrow spun in all directions, contracted, and shattered as if it didn’t want escape. Ceniza forced himself to stare at the gathering ash, trying to convince himself that it wasn’t smirking at his village as if it were some sort of prey, or if it knew what would happen to him if he did die

“Great! Now we throw a pokéball at it...” Calem said to us, grasping a capsule in his hand. He threw it, spinning fast through the air towards the wild pokémon. It hit it smack bang in the centre of its forehead, and it took a step back, sightly dazed. The button in the centre of the black band released, opening up, sucking the pokémon in with a white light. The pokéball fell to the ground, bouncing a few times before lying still. Beside me, I heard Shauna suck in a

“DOUGLAS YOU PUT HER DOWN RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” Williams strong voice echoed through out the forest scaring most of the wild Pokemon away but Douglas was as oblivious as ever to his stern tone finding a patch of grass he through you in there

“Small fire! I said to set a small fire! That’s not small,” he said, as the mechanics noticed the flames, and rushed to signal the fire teams.

“Let’s go! I think I know where the firebird lives!” exclaimed Vlada. She was heading to the gigantic white rock that rose over the forest. The wolf stood up in front of

A group of pokemon sat around chatting idly as they awaited the command from that of a superior. The room they were standing in was dug into the ground as rocks and dirt surrounded them, decorated by arrases and other forms of tapestry hung from the ceiling. Light filtered into this large space through windows engraved in a cliff, and some candles were lit to provide for where the natural light couldn’t reach.

“What about Sparkles? He’s gonna be alone up here. We can’t take him down there with us.” I walked over to Sparkles before Brock was done speaking. I got the can of dog food out of my pocket and put it on the ground a few feet away from the edge of the canyon.

]"Shoot they're fast." Rose landed each edge carefully and quickly trying to escape her followers.

The Charmander didn’t reply. “Dang it! I don’t know what to do! Do I wake him up!? Let him sleep!? Who would know what to do!?” She stressfully cried out. Then she suddenly calmed down “I bet Spark will know what to do! … What if he doesn’t though…” she said uncertainly. “Pssh! I’m sure it will be ok! Since when has he ever not known the answer to questions I ask him? Well… Except for a few exceptions… Like the time I asked- No! I need to stay focused!” The Eevee then pulled out her phone and dialed his number then tried to call him, but got no reply, just a message asking if she wanted to send him a voicemail and the instructions on how to do so. She gave out a loud groan and did what the instructions said. “At the tone, please record your message after the beep. Once you are finished recording, hang up or press 1 for more options.” Said the phone before giving out a beep. “Hey, Spark! It’s me, Eveline! I found an unconscious Charmander!” She said “So I may be a little late for work… Heh… sorry…” She said while chuckling. “Anyway, what do I do with it!? Please answer! Please!” She begged as though he would hear the message right away. She then sighed and looked a bit sad. After a few seconds, she heard a calm voice

“Why are you here?” Ash immediately snapped out of it when he heard a voice nearby. He quickly hopped to his feet and looked around cautiously for the source until he noticed a bright light in the direction where the voice was coming from. With no time to waste, the ‘former’ Pokémon Trainer

Emmily cried “Rozolo!” and a blazing green light shoot out of Emmily’s wand and blow a hole in the wall. Emmily turned to Dackcus and returned his smile.

He knew what was in the box, had known what his first present was going to be since he was ten and had received his first pokémon. It was with shaking fingers that Howard picked the box up off of the table and pushed the lid back. Sitting on a soft cushion was a Fire Stone. A Fire Stone to evolve Felix into a Ninetales with. Felix whined low in his throat from his place on the couch next to his trainer. The little fox's ears were drooping and his tails lay still against the soft fabric beneath his feet.