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AaMl Reunion (Rewrite)Leaves crumbled under the feet of Cerulean’s gym leader as she trudged through Viridian Forest. The last time she walked these woods she wore her short hair in a side ponytail, while wearing short denim jeans and a yellow halter top with red suspenders running over her shoulders.
Now her hair was down, letting the ends kick up to frame her face, a pale blue tank top, short denim jeans and a slightly darker jacket replaced what she once wore.
So much has changed. Misty thought as she looked around. Sometimes change scares me. To make sure not all her old life was gone, Misty hugged the Official Pokémon League cap Ash had given to her before he left for Hoenn. I miss you.
As the water Pokémon trainer wandered through the woods her mind started drifting, to memories of the boy that changed everything.
“You and I will be married someday too,” Misty said while lookin
AaML Valentine's DayFanfiction for: Pokemon
For: PokeshippingHaven contest.
“Give it back, Misty!” Ash Ketchum yelled while chasing his best friend. Misty stopped and turned to face the trainer.
“Can’t I have if for at least five minutes?” Misty asked with pleading eyes, Ash, however was unaffected by this and lurched toward his cap. Smirking Misty pulled the cap out of reach just in time. “Nice try, Ashy-boy.” She said slyly while walking over to her bag as Ash regained his balance.
“I’m going into town to buy some supplies for the road ahead. Anyone want to come?” Brock asked, interrupting the little chase.
“I think I’ll stay here and guard my little prize.” Misty patted the cap while sitting next to her bag, her eyes staying glued to Ash the entire time.
“I’m going to stay and get my cap back.” Ash jerked a thumb in his direction while looking at his Official Pokémon Le
Good Old CactusA hot wind blew through a small town along route 66. The heat radiating from the road made many people cautious about setting tire on it. Many holiday makers hadn't left their hotel rooms, but the residents were at Flo’s enjoying a rare opportunity to relax.
“Radiator Springs, where cars and cactus live in harmony.” Mater laughed while sipping some of his drink. A few short moments later the townsfolk heard a yell.
“Doc must be pushing him again.” Sally giggled thinking of her boyfriend’s reaction to training today.
“But, Doc-” Lightning started, looking at the older car as if he had sentenced the younger car to jail.
“But nothing! Now get out on that track!” Doc said sternly, pointing in the direction of Willy’s Bute. “How are you meant to win that Piston Cup if you can’t handle a little heat?”
“This is a little heat?” Lightning yelled while backing further into his cone. “I think
I Miss You Chapter 2After firmly locking my bag into the over head locker I sat back into the rock hard plane chairs and groaned. This is going to be a long flight.
I looked over my shoulder along the isle to the back of the plane. Unfortunately Pikachu had to be stored at the back of the plane for safety reasons. I tried to reason with them, but the workers were convinced that Pikachu would make many passengers uncomfortable.
Turning to face the front I pulled an old photo out of my pocket and unfolded it. I stood in the middle wearing my Kanto League hat, I was standing in my signature pose. Brock was to my right with a Crobat on his head.
I miss him. He was always there to help me out with my Pokémon, or anything else that I was unsure about. I even miss him always following after any girl in site with hearts in his eyes; my favorite part was when Misty pulled him away by his ear. ..Misty... I really wish you were here.
I looked to my right. Sure enough the person sitting next to m
Fate Chap 3Cerulean gym, the prize gym of the Kanto region. In Misty's opinion. Everything about the gym was exactly the way she wanted it. If anyone changed anything, they'd have to answer to her. Especially when it comes to the gym floor.
"Daisy!" Misty burst through the doors of the lobby as she glared down at her sister.
Daisy looked up at her coolly. "What's up?"
"What's up? I'll tell you what's up! You just had to put up all those stupid little decorations on the gym floor, didn't you?" Fists clenched Misty stared down at the sensational sister.
"We, like need them for the play." Daisy winched as Misty threw her hands up in the air and started walking around in circles. She looked as if she were breathing fire, literally. "Hey chill out Mist-y, they won't be there forever." Knowing Misty would be infuriated by the use of the nick name Daisy picked up one of the multiple pillows next to her.
Misty turned to face her sister, fire in her eyes. How dare she! Misty looked past the p
Beach Party"Hey Misty, catch!" Iris yelled as she threw a giant beach ball at Cerulean's gym leader.
Smiling, Misty lazily opened one eye and caught the ball when it was inches from her face. "Nice try Iris, but you'll have to do better than that." Iris huffed in annoyance and planted her hands on her hips.
"I meant for you to catch it," Iris said, while pulling an apple out of her hair.
Misty moved the ball out of view to see Iris standing at the end of her chair. The dragon trainer wore a yellow one piece with straps going around her neck.
"Isn't it a little odd for the birthday girl to be giving things out?" Misty smiled as Iris threw her hands up in the air dramatically.
"I wasn't giving it out; I was trying to get you out of that chair. I don't know how you can do nothing for so long." Iris looked over at Misty as she sluggishly got out of her chair. Misty wore a red bikini with a pink lining.
"Either way, happy birthday, Iris." Misty held out a small present, covered by paper covered by dra
ReunionFanfiction for: Pokemon
Status: One shot
To celebrate cure of writer's block.
Leaves crumbled under the feet of Cerulean's gym leader as she trudged through Viridian Forest. The last time she walked these woods she wore her hair in a side ponytail, while wearing short denim jeans and a yellow halter top with suspenders running over her shoulders.
Now her hair was down, letting the ends kick up to frame her face and a pale blue bathing suit was covered by a slightly darker blue jacket.
So much has changed. Misty thought as she looked around. Sometimes change scares me. To confirm not all her old life was gone, Misty hugged the Official Pokémon League cap Ash had given to her before he left for Hoenn. I miss you.
As the water Pokémon trainer wandered through the woods her mind started drifting, to memories to the boy that changed everything.
DaddyFan fiction for: Pokemon
Status: Single (one shot)
"Mummy, where's daddy?" A small black haired, brown eyes boy looked up at his mother. His mother kept her gaze on the soapy water in front of her. She didn't want to tell him, it would break her son's heart, but she knew that hiding it was pointless.
"Honey, daddy's left." Tucking a lock of light brown hair behind her ear the boy's mother turned around. "His left to finish a journey he started a long time ago." The mother cringed as tears started welling up in her little boy's eyes. "Don't worry Ash. He'll be back before you know it." The mother swept her son up in her arms and started rocking him gently.
"What's daddy looking for?" Delia fought back tears. She knew her husband was going to be gone a long time, possibly forever, and he wanted their son to follow in his footsteps. But it hurt, to know she was going to lose two people to the same cause.
Please Delia, I need to do this. Delia nod
PKMN I Miss YouEverything I see reminds me of you. Your red hair, turquoise eyes and your voice. Sometimes I find myself in a trance, as I'm thinking about you.
You're battling style was aggressive but graceful, like a coordinators should be.
I miss your laugh, your beautiful laugh. Every time it makes me cry, to know I'm never going to hear it again.
A lot of the time I ask myself why I let her go. Especially when I knew it would make me feel like this. The last time I saw you, I was in Hoenn. Now I'm countless miles away, in Unova. I could take a plane to Hoenn, a boat to Johto and a train to Kanto. That seems possible, if I had enough money.
Now I'm sitting on a rock in front of my new friends, Iris with the purple palm tree hair and Cilan with bright green hair and a suit. Why would you travel in a suit? That has always eluded me.
I should be happy, I'm in a new region with heaps of new Pokémon and trainers to battle, but I'm more miserable than ever. I have a feeling the cure lies waiting f
Time's Karma GamzeexReader== > Be the lowblooded rom-sick troll
[Name] took a deep breath; this was the day she was going to tell her flush crush about her feelings. Swallowing hard [Name] walked up to the hive on the mountain terrain. Knocking on the door of the hive, [Name] waited for someone to answer as she tried to calm her nerves, Aurthour Came and opened the door. She smiled at the lusus, giving him a small “thank you” along with a gentle pat on his head; [Name] was a gentle troll who could not hurt a tinkerbull. The lusus let her into the hive before he went off to do who knows what.
[Name] smiled as she slowly ascended the stairs of the hive towards Equius’ respite block, her blood pumper going faster with each step she took towards the respite block. Her face slowly flushing a light [b/c] from the fantasies that were going through her head, she finally got to the door of Equius’ respite she slowly opened it…
Bathtime"Sherman! It’s time for your bath!"
Uh-oh. Sherman was trapped. This was one of the worst possible things that could ever happen.
He hated it. The cold water (which was due to the fact that he delayed his bath for as long as he could) the fact baths always stopped him from playing, the scrubbing, the inevitable bedtime afterwards…it was no fun.
What was he to do? There was only one thing for it - to hide. So that’s what he did. Thinking quickly, he hid under his crib and hoped his father wouldn’t find him. Perhaps if he lay still enough, he wouldn’t be noticed.
He could hear his father’s clunky footsteps coming closer. The door creaked open. There was a silence, then a short sigh. Sherman heard Mr. Peabody nearing his crib and within seconds, he found himself getting pulled out from under it. He shook his pudgy fists about.
"Come now, Sherman, let’s not have this," Mr. Peabody muttered.
"Nooo! I don’t wa
Giving Life to The MoonBlackness. She was going in and out of blackness. It was consuming her, pulsing around her. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think.
A voice kept coming to her, faint and quiet. She couldn't understand it. It was too far. She felt as though she were underwater. Everything was distorted beyond her senses.
And then there was pain. It shot through her like the talon of a hawk, or the fang of a dog. It gripped her tightly, and held her it's prisoner. She could smell blood. She could feel the blood. It was all over her. And it was overpowering.
There was that voice. She tried to open her eyes, to see who was speaking to her. It was hopeless. She knew she was going to die. Is this was death felt like? Pain and darkness, consuming her? It was horrible. She wanted it to be over.
"Timidbreeze? Can you hear me? Just breathe, okay?"
Her ears twitched. She felt herself take in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. She opened her eyes slightly, blinking her blurred vision away. Bre
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The elevator doors opened and out stepped Sherman. He was all grown-up now and had travelled all the way from his home to visit the old penthouse he once lived at. Now it was just owned by the famous Mr. Peabody, who had disappeared out of the limelight quite some time ago, due to him not appearing as often.
The reason? Mr. Peabody was too old.
Sherman’s shoes squeaked against the laminated floors as he glanced around at the mostly unchanged house he used to roam about in as a child. He entered the lounge, looking about for his father.
"Hello?" he called out.
Suddenly, there was a quiet thud at the door. Sherman swivelled around and saw it open slightly. A cane came through, shortly followed by the hunched, greying figure of Mr. Peabody himself. His green eyes sparkled the moment they set upon Sherman.
"Ah Sherman, my boy," the elderly genius greeted, "so glad to fin
Giving Names to The Moon"Timidbreeze?"
She felt her body shudder with her sobs. A small bundle was held between her front paws, her warm tears dripping down upon it. Two other small bundles were nearby, both mewing and wiggling around. But this one.. was still. And silent.
She sobbed again, trying desperately to drag her tongue across the unmoving brown kit. She thought she would taste it's warm pelt and fur, but instead she got a mouthful of her own salty tears, and felt his cold body.
Her head shot up, her eyes locking on the form of the grey pelted medicine cat. He stared at her sympathetically, and moved closer, glancing down at the brown tom between her paws. His voice was calm, and quiet, "Timidbreeze.. He's gone. He's with Starclan now. I'm sorry."
She tried to speak, but only made a few small grunts instead. Her paw came across her eyes, wiping away some of her tears. How could any of this be real? With everything that had happened in her life, she had no idea her heart could possibly b
The Storm - Chapter 6It was an ordinary day for most of the population. They were all in work or school, living out their lives like it was any other day. However, this day would become the day that changed the lives of many forever.
Mistress was in place, the camera focussed on her as she prepared for what was about to happen. Vincent, in his new female form, stood behind the camera performing the behind the scenes operations. She hit the button and soon the transmission commenced. Suddenly, all the television channels were cut off, replaced with the image of Mistress looking down upon the worried viewers. Crowds soon developed, eager to see what was happening as this figure they had never seen before began to speak.
“Hello World. I am Mistress.” She began. “For years, our world leaders have been oppressing the lives of women across the globe, deeming us weak and ignorant. Today I am telling you that this day of male dictatorship is over once and for all. Together, fellow females, we can
It had been a long grueling day out in the desert, and as usual I was on my own. I was travelling with a group of fellow archeologists in order to check out an old tomb for some possible hidden treasure and artifacts. Unfortunately for me, I was stuck navigating this hot and musty old ruin by myself! My group had chickened out after watching The Mummy the night before, and decided against following me into the ruin. I made my way through the decrepit tomb, looking for some sort of special treasure to bring back. Sadly, searching ruins isn't as glamorous as they make it out to be in movies. There aren't any large caches of treasure, mystical artifacts, or Daedric weapons situated anywhere. It's a good thing that's the case, I'd hate to be transformed by some kind of weird magical artifact again!
I wandered through the ruins, and looked about for anything worthwhile. Finally, I found a strange room in the back of the ruins. Sitting in the middle of the room was a glistening golden statue
The Wanderer She was known as the Wanderer.
A modern-day Forest Gump or Jesper Olsen, she went from place to place, going wherever her feet led her.
Except unlike both the fictional and non-fictional people mentioned above, she was on the back of a horse.
Sitting astride a black horse, she rarely said a word other than a simple 'thanks' when news vans and curious passerby recognized her and swarmed like bees to a congregation of pollen-laden blossoms. Her once frightened and flighty horse had turned into a trusted travel companion, merely looking at the noisy crowds with seldom a flicked ear. On her mahogany-colored custom-made saddle rested saddle bags filled to the bursting point with necessities such as her wallet, clothing, grooming supplies, a first aid kit, and other items of that nature.
One might wonder how one such person is able to feed the ravenous appetite that a horse brings. Well, when one is a national celebrity, one does fin
HIMH Ch. 18Ch.18
“Austy... Wake up… I’m back…” Riley said poking his cheek softly trying to wake him up.
“Mm…” He groaned and stirred to the other side. “…5 more minutes…”
“Austin you’ve been sleeping since I left! Which was at like 3:27 in the morning… and its now…” She paused and looked at the time. “5:12 in the afternoon…”
“Get up.” She grabbed his legs and pulled him out. Austin being a bit on the smart side grabbed onto the bed posts to avoid getting out. “Austin! You’re taking the bed with you! Come on let go!” She kept pulling until finally he let go and they both went crashing into each other.
“Oof!” She said once she landed on her back. She shook her head and looked to see Austin on top of her… still sleeping. “Seriously?! Austin get up!” Riley pushed him off which finally cau
Past Present and FutureFanfiction for: Cars
The old car couched and spluttered as he opened his eyes. Light barely touched his room through the windows but the town of radiator springs could be seen clearly.
He shifted uncomfortably. Everything felt locked up, and his engine felt like it wasn't his own.
Looking around the darkened room the car tried to get a sense of his surroundings. The walls were covered in posters that had pictures of a Hudson Hornet on it. The floor was made out of wood that shone wherever the sunlight touched. A little table sat at the front of the room with a newspaper on it.
With another glance around the room the car went to move, freezing when the door opened to reveal a Mercury Police Cruiser followed by a 1957 Chrysler Dart and a Tow Truck. Quickly the disorientated car closed his eyes, hoping the other cars would leave soon.
The police car looked at the car in front of him. "Hey, Doc." He whispered as he looked up at his old friend. A sens
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