Pokemon: A Short Story

What does Pokemon give to the world? Does it provide more than just joy to those who are socially awkward? Has Pokemon affected society for the best or the worst? There are many instances in which Pokemon has done both for the world. Pokemon has helped children with math and English. Pokemon has provided friendship to those who do not fit in as well as others. Pokemon has evoked many joyous moments in this world, but for every good thing, there is a bad thing waiting to accompany it. Schools have banned Pokemon at the playground and in class primarily because of fights over cards. I have been in feuds over Pokemon cards that did not end well. There are other reasons as to why Pokemon

Pokemon, which is usually geared towards a younger audience, has brought me great joy in life. It’s meaningful to me because it has constantly helped to cheer me up, especially when I’m upset. I could simply play for a few minutes and interact with my Pokemon, and suddenly I’m grinning at them and cheering them on in battle, my problems long forgotten. In addition, Pokemon has helped me become less introverted and allowed me to meet others and create wonderful friendships. In fact, one of my friends and I bonded over our love for the franchise. Once I started to talk to someone about it, I would come out of my shell and wouldn’t seem as shy. I would gain confidence as I continued to interact with others. I soon realized that Pokemon wasn’t

In 1996, the video game company Nintendo, released a game that revolutionized gaming. They came up with the video game “Pokémon”. Although I am a girl, I consider myself a gamer at heart. This game is something that is very dear to me because this game established a strong relationship between my sister and I. I have always been inquisitive in nature therefore I always wondered if I could relate my hobby of gaming to math. Although math is a struggle for me, I have decided to step out of my comfort and explore the first game I played in my life and investigate the use of math in the capture rate of the pokemons. This was a simple 2-D, 64-bit game that involved the players moving a character in a fictional world, capturing balls and going on adventures. Players would have to solve difficult puzzles and train their own Pokémon in order to progress through the game. They do this by meeting progressively stronger computer controlled trainers along the way and battling with their Pokémon. The player’s Pokémon gain experience through defeating the opponent. The players can also capture new ones as well. Generally, as the player progresses, stronger Pokémon appear, and the players have a chance to capture them. They do this by throwing a tennis-sized ball that will transport the entire Pokémon into the ball that they threw with.

My tongue entwined Asuna’s and I forcefully sucked on it as I felt all the strength go out of her body. Her eyes were moist and dim and she was breathing erratically as I took my tongue out of her mouth and then proceeded to lick down her neck, behind her ear and the hollow of her collar bone.

“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

I walk into the classroom and Mildred's looking at me. I can't believe it, she's looking at me. how wonderful it would be to sit and talk with her. For sure. That would help sooth the pain in my heart, at least for a little while, the thought of that bring on a slight smile. "Zach Parker you sit down right now!," a shout snaps me out of my thoughts. I look to me right shoulder and see Ms. Sparks glaring at me with her arms folded across her chest, I quickly look away, speed walk over to my desk, and sit down.

It had the thickness of mud, but seemed to glide into her as though it were lubricated and had the strength of rubber. I was quickly torn from my thoughts as the gel slowly gained speed and size, rubbing at every little spot inside of me, filling every little nook and cranny. I groaned, reflexively rolling my hips against the gel's tendril with a moan, my tight slit beginning to ooze juices which were be absorbed by my captor. I began to moan, no longer able to hold the sound back, as another tendril moved in front of my face. Almost as soon as I noticed it, the tendril moved and pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth willingly as the crown commander and the tentacle slipped

The man, was a born killer. Like a dog or a shark, his pupils dilated when the smell of blood filled his nostrils. He was at his best when he was fighting for his life, swinging a sword within an inch of death. When his heart was racing, and the fear of death was in the back of his mind, he was at his best. On the other hand, his upbringing had taught him out to hunt and how to track. He was a smart man, truly. A good mix of brain and brawn. He just didn't quite have the empathy that other well educated men seemed to have.

You're heading home to Pallet Town after given up your dream to be a Pokemon Master. Right now, you’re on Route 1 in the plains with tall grass and trees. After a while, you halt next to a tree.

Asking why I was doing this, praying that he would be spared. It was adorable, his struggle, but I held no qualms, and lifted his shirt gently, claws just ghosting over the smooth expanse of skin. Te scars were not fully healed, and they were still a lovely pink. I took my hand and curved into a round claw, before jabbing them a tiny bit deeper than before into Madison's stomach. Oh how he screamed, but I only dragged them in a light circle, leaving trickles of blood in my wake.I did this twice more, one even surrounding his navel. When I was done, hiss was heaving for breath, and I pressed my hand to the scratched on his middle. He wouldn't loose any blood this way, and I took him back home this time. Putting him through this window and then, as most things of the night do, I vanished from his sight. But I could even tell as my being began to decompose, he would think of me tonight. The creature- the silent monster, the one who would relentlessly hurt but never give a reason for it. I would be his one sole obsession, as he was

The first few days back for Emily have been busy and I haven't stayed true to getting my email out daily. I will be consistent from here out in getting information to all of you and apologize for the lack of communication her first 3 days.

¨Fine. Only five minutes though. I need to see her. I could tell that that pierced Ceceilia right in the heart but it was true. We were turning the corner onto our temporary hallway. All seemed fine, well as fine as anything here could be, until we reached our door. It was ajar. I stopped, Cecilia did the exact opposite. She stormed in and started checking everything. I tiptoed towards the door and peered in. I walked in slowly and sat on the bed. I felt weight bringing down the mattress next to me. I heard a jangling sound and then a cold metal and a piece of paper slowly be dropped into my hand. I looked down and saw the thing I hoped I wouldn´t.

One day in Minecraft, Minecraft Dude was working on building his new mansion. The mansion was to be build out of wood and was to be 13 stories high. It was going to be the biggest thing that Minecraft Dude had ever built! The next day Minecraft Dude finally got done with his mansion.

Now that the little demon stood outside the magical barriers that surrounded the enchanted forest, he didn’t know what to do. It was freezing, wet, and snowing really hard. He could hardly see anything, and despite his name, he hated the cold. In the section of the forest, he’s from, it was constantly warm and sunny… so he was barely wearing any clothes and had no shoes on. It never troubled him before now. He was forced out of his thoughts when he felt something hit him. “Yvette!” A tiny fairy laid in the snow, and he immediately scooped the small being up in his hands and planted the fairy in his bag. Then commenced his walk through the blizzard. Searching for somewhere out of the storm. He didn’t know how long he explored without discovering a house, village, or even a cave! His body was beginning to feel feverish, and his limbs were going numb. Yet he couldn’t stop, not until he located somewhere safe and out of the storm for him and his companion. He could see a vague light off on the horizon and began sprinting as fast as his somewhat numb legs could move. When he reached the house he began pounding on the door, praying someone was home. After a while, though he gave up and turned the doorknob. Grateful that it was unlocked. He then went over to the fireplace and tossed in a log, that was piled up nearby, before producing a fire. He sat Yvette down by the fire, and seized his spare clothes from his bag and changed; once out of his snowy and soaked clothing, he laid

Naruto figured wandering far away from the path would result in death, so he didn't steer far. The path eventually let up into a crossway section filled with luscious evergreen trees. There was a crimson red chest and a sign standing idly to the trees, he walked over to it.