Short Story

their old friend Professor Oak. It had been a long time since they last spoke to each other. As they neared the house, Ash could see Oak 's lab in the horizon. Whack! Ash was knocked forward by a sprinting figure with spiky hair who was also on his way to Professor Oak’s. The boy looked back and said, “Later, Ash”. It was Gary Oak, the professor’s grandson, and not one of Ash’s favorite people. Ash never liked the way Gary bragged. He seemed untrustworthy to Ash. “Hey, Gary!” Ash yelled as he started running after him. Ash wanted Gary to stop and answer some questions. When they both arrived at the doorstep of Professor Oak’s lab, Gary rushed in saying he couldn’t wait to tell his grandfather about meeting one of the four elite members the Pokemon League from Kalos Region. Ash asked which member it was. Gary said, “I don’t know, but his Pokemon were water types.” “It must have been Siebold,” Ash said in a perky voice and starting to feel excited for Gary. It’s not everyday that someone has the honor of meeting one of the elite. Ash said, “I wondered where he went after I beat him. So, yeah, I 'm the new champion of the Kalos region. That’s why I came to visit your grandfather, to tell him. ” From across the room came the sound of the professor’s voice. “I heard there was a new champion in Kalos, I just

James nodded, not even questioning their priorities of stealing Pokémon. They left just as soon as they arrived. Gabby turned away at the sight of blood being left behind. She clenched the Pokéball in her hand. Why her Rattata of all Pokémon? Why did her Rattata have to be the one to attack a human? It wasn't as unusual as one might think, but for one that had a Trainer, it meant trouble. It usually ended one of two way. Either the Trainer worked hard to get it under control or the end of their beloved Pokémon had to come.

“Tch.” She made with her tongue. Her gaze then followed through around the room until catching pair of pokemon on her left, distracting her with a random burst of sound. They were a buneary and a kirlia holding hands, struggling to stand while laughing hysterically at some unknown thing. Their noises erupted within the room, attracting the attention of others too- who chuckled along as well. The mawile simply shook her head in response. “They’re all the same pokemon. They may look different, but they’re all just carbon copies of one another. Disgusting.”

The last time he’d come close to something like this he had caught the tail end of the effects of Vileplume spreading their Stun Spore to protect their nests and even that hadn’t been too bad. What he was helping the small Pokémon Center with now was the worst he’d ever seen of any type of illness that affected Pokémon. It seemed like every Pokémon in a twenty-mile radius had caught the illness and every single one of them seemed to be coming to the Center he’d chanced resting

“Mr. President.” A scientist said as the two reached the elevators. In his hand was the ultra ball and his heart sank. He didn’t know how they would react to the pokemon finally returning to Kalos. It was a risky move but he knew that N said they needed it.

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.

After several months of training, I had finally beaten the final boss of the Pokemon game I was playing. Maybe doing all the side quests and training for hours on end wasn’t such a bad idea after all. The game wasn’t all that challenging, so when I picked up the newest version, I was ready to speed through the game, and see what would happen.

I clutch my Ka-Bar tightly in my fist, my knuckles turning white. Even though I am talking to a “friendly”, my combat training has coached me to trust no one. Our conversation carries on, but I am acutely aware of the way he observes me. For an instant, his mahogany eyes seemed permeated with disgust. My grip shifts tighter around my weapon. Before I could react, the “friendly” had me rotated around; his own knife striving to slice my jugular vein. The blade grazes my skin, it’s almost cool against my now flushed skin. At first, we struggle, but I am able to force him off my back due to my training. My Ka-Bar is directed and I am prepared to use it. Lord, forgive me, I thought. My hand moves swiftly and efficiently, cutting all over

I twisted my water bottle open and I held it up to my mouth, the room temperature water mixed with the gum in my mouth and gave the effect of cold water. The silent humming of the air conditioners in the background was perfect for focusing on my work as I stepped into the carpeted hallway. I slowly chewed on the juicy and minty piece of gum in my mouth as I inspected everything. The sound scraping of rapid pencils against the lined paper interrupted the silence immediately as my classmates were observing. I slowly strolled down the hallway laying my eyes on every detail I could spot. Light grey clouds, that I saw through the small windows, hovered above the area portending rain. The black, painted, wood above the dull green lockers was

“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

She tripped and almost fell when a fellow first year student bumped into her, anxious to get into the Great Hall. She cursed under her breath and pushed her brunette hair out of her face. The brunette girl was stuck in stampede of first year students, all of them rushing into the Great Hall to get sorted into their houses.

The sound of dripping water caused Kiara took look up from her desk. It had been raining and drops of pooled water were dripping onto her window. The Princess sat in her private chambers while gazing lazily at a stack of treaties that her father had told her to study. She had a long time before she would become Queen, but her father refused to let her enjoy her spare time. He always wanted her studying up on the latest information from all of the neighboring kingdoms. More specifically the kingdom to the northwest. A kingdom filled to the brim with demonic beings. She had seen them before. Her father liked to entertain traveling nobility. When she snuck out of the castle to wander the market she would sometimes see them as well. The market

Even though I was not running that day of the big 2017 Stockbridge Invitational, I had butterflies in my stomach. I was probably just about as nervous as the others on my team.

“As long as Pokemon are confined in Poke Balls... Pokemon will never become perfect beings. I have to change the world for Pokemon, because they're my friends.”

When you’re the heir to the throne of the throne of a long dead Camelot and one of the last remnants of a dying magical world, it’s almost considered an insult if nothing has tried to kill you before you turn 14.