Short Story

“Douglas I chose you!” throwing out oshawott phoebe battled Isabella with vigor she had the urge to join the battle herself her blood was rushing she could almost feel her teeth sharpen but pushed the urges down the call to fight to rip that little shit to peaces a sense of euphoria washed over her as she watched the snivy fall Isabella looked on in dismay calling her Pokemon back seeing her friend saddened made her joy dim but not by much she turned her happiness onto Douglas

She quaked with rage. “How can he? That arrogant…!” She struck out at a log three times with her scythes to vent. Then she took three deep breaths. “Let it go. Let it go….The village. Something’s going on.” She sheathed her daggers again, grabbed her writing gear and looked toward the road leading out.

Her mental tirade continued while the rest of the class was interrupted by a carpet hanging from the ceiling being pushed aside. It revealed a large pokemon behind it, who walked in very gently as to not ruin the hanging artwork. “Settle down, settle down

Behind, the harakgar screeched and leaped. He lifted Aranloth’s staff, fighting off all three. No fire burst from it this time.

“I’ve almost breached their valve wall,” Killian’s fingers briefly stilled as she listened to the Eleven’s voice on the other end of the small device in her ear, before continuing their furious movements across the laptop. “I’m tracking her progress through the hospital.” She said in response to whatever had been said on the other end of the transmitter, adding in a clipped tone before Eleven could comment again. “She isn’t in any real danger at the moment, so stop interrupting and let me finish this.” Eleven of course knew that Killian was stretching the truth to suit her needs (in this instance getting her to stop with the inane question), but she also knew that if there was any real imminent danger Killian wouldn’t have started the hack

She scanned the cave floor looking for something, anything that she could use as a weapon. She scooped up a handful of sand and stepped out from behind the rock. "Here I am." She tried to put on a brave face knowing that she would likely die here.

constantly picked flies out of my milk pail and had to be careful that one wouldn’t land in my opened mouth. I once killed a fly by smashing it between my lips. I became desensitized to the tingling of their legs dashing up and down my skin. Maybe that’s how I built up an immune system that tolerated germs and made me less susceptible to getting sick. Like how a child would hold out a finger for a butterfly to land on, I would do that same with my hundreds of fly friends. The continuous buzzing sound of the flies throughout the farm almost became therapeutic to me.

Lucas's lower lip trembled. In anger, he grabbed the chief by his collar and snarled, "Have you gone SENILE already, old man?! Do you really think that simply stuffing Fenrir, a beast well-known for being able to easily crush villages, into a cave would keep it quiet? Yeah, right!"

“We’re going to try and slip him through the forest.” He hurried toward the door. “See to your mother and sister.”

“Purrloin, Emma?” He asked as the dark type rushed away from him. She was out of view and his neck was killing him. He wasn’t sure what struck them, but the next thing he knew they were falling. He instinctively pulled purrloin to his chest. Protecting her as for rayquaza he hoped the dragon fared better than him.

“I’m okay.” Nihei stated as he lightly patted the pokemon’s head. He walked over to where he remembered Ryder sitting earlier and noticed something beside the sleeping bag. The three yellow and black ultra balls caught his attention along with the purple master ball.

Roman slumps into the bedframe, retching out a sigh that carries through the room. I remain still by the door, ever so slightly tense with anticipation. My eyes flick to the walls and the tables. There are cigarettes haphazardly scattered across the coffee table by the window. Godammit.

“Come on.” Jack said pulling on his sister’s hand. Route 14 was more terrifying then they thought. The group kept close together as they moved through the dead grass. Trying their best to not bother the pokemon that lived there. Bug pokemon crawled up into the trees as they watched them from above. Izzy moved closer to Jack as raichu hoped in front of them. Zorua was digging himself more into Jack’s arm trying to not look at the world around them.

“So if your father is still alive, then why aren’t you guys together?”, I ask as we all sit in the living room in front of the warm fireplace of the old home. “My father isn’t well.”, she says abruptly with a stern, but sad tone of voice. Ray and I glance at each other then look back at Colleen, “He’s sick and I don’t think he has long, I’ve been out here trying to find more supplies for him.”, she says looking down, “When the sun comes up, I need to go back to him”. I feel so bad for her and I can tell Ray does too, I don’t even want to know what happened to her mother or any other family she may have had. I can’t think of anything else to say but, “I’m so sorry”. She looks up at me and says, ”Well, what’re you going to do. No one exactly

Once my father grabbed three chairs, we all sat down in a circle. She looked pained as she stared down at her hands. She looked so grim, her whole body trembled, here eyes trying to look at anything but me.