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Lawrence of ArabiaA candle flickered amber
A solemn face illuminated,
Etched in the wrinkles
Of worry and pain.
Lawrence of Arabia
Observed a unique practice.
Whenever he extinguished a candle
He did so by squeezing
The live flame between his fingers.
When asked what was his trick
He replied, “The trick
Is not minding that it hurts.”
A thumb and a finger,
Scarred and calloused,
Closed on the flame.
Darkness, a hiss
And the acrid odor
Of burning flesh.
My trick is
I cannot feel pain.
Preview of Currently-Untitled Space Western A dull-grey transport-class ship landed on one of the many metal landing platforms that surrounded the outpost city of Old Red. The city, built mostly from the same dull-grey metal, sat in the midst of a sea of crimson rocks. The planet was almost entirely covered in rocks, with only a few freshwater springs breaking the lifeless monotony. These springs were the only reason an outpost existed on the planet in the first place; there were no other useful resources, unless you were a rock collector. Even so, Old Red was a fairly popular travel stop because it orbited in the Estus system, right at the doorway of Cumberland Exploration’s “exploitation zone,” as many locals called it.
The transport hissed as it cooled from the entry head, and it quickly lost all hints of red. A dock worker removed a hose from a compartment and doused the boarding ramp with water, filling the air with steam a
Pokemon Apocalypse: Tribute “Welcome to Viridian City!”
I heard the voice of a man, muffled through the market wall, but still understandable.
“Where is it?” The was the voice of a younger man. The voice was harsh and demanding.
The first man replied quickly, tripping over his own words. “You’ll find it all in order in the gym!”
“Lead the way.”
Heavy footsteps were heard, clearly those of a large Pokémon. I followed the sound to the back of the market. I pressed my ear against the wall.
“Where is the gym leader?”
“Ngh!” the man nearly choked. “He… left!”
A Pokémon roared.
Pokemon Apocalypse: The Package A few fights later, I saw a building peeking over the trees. A quaint cabin soon came into view, and within moments an entire city was before me.
Viridian City, the city of eternal green.
The view was incredible. Lush, vibrant evergreen trees seemed to merge seamlessly with the architecture. However, there was one exception: an enormous metal building with the image of a Pokéball on the front that I immediately recognized as one of the infamous gyms. The gym was a truly hideous building, some parts rusted, other parts covered in anti-Elite graffiti. It was a jarring juxtaposition on the otherwise pristine cityscape.
I stepped out of the clearing and into the city. A few people passed nearby, but they seemed too busy to notice me. An old woman pulled a cart full of various vegetables, and a young man hurried off to the city center,
Pokemon Apocalypse: Swarmed Once again I found myself at the arch of trees that separated Pallet Town and the wilderness. Never in my life had I stepped beyond this symbolic doorway. Once outside, the safety of civilization would give way to the dangers of the wild, with only my Pokémon between me and death.
I removed my Pokéball from my belt and held it up to my eyes, building confidence in Charmander.
I put the ball down, took a deep breath, and stepped through the arch.
Nothing happened. No wild monsters attacked, no bandits jumped out from behind the trees.
With a sharp exhale I started my trek. The path had a slight upward incline, with an occasional cliff ledge that I had to walk around. I wasn’t much of a climber.
After a few minutes I came across a cliff that was surrounded by tall grass and trees
Pokemon Apocalypse: Rivalry “Charmander, go!” Yelling just felt natural. The Pokéball flew from my hand and Charmander burst out.
“Squirtle, take care of this punk!” Blue yelled.
The two tiny creatures faced off at the entrance of the professor’s lab. Charmander stood about knee height (to my waist) and Squirtle was just a bit shorter. I felt an instant connection to Charmander, that indescribable bond between trainer and Pokémon.
“Charmander, attack!” I yelled, pointing at Squirtle. The lizard dashed forward and slashed at Squirtle with his claws.
“Tackle him!” I heard Blue yell.
Squirtle lunged at Charmander and knocked him over.
“Get him off! Scratch him!” I yelled. Charmander flailed his claws, landing a
Pokemon Apocalypse: True Beginnings I was living in a shantytown with my mother. We called it “Pallet Town” because most of the buildings were made of worn-down planks and pallets. Pallet Town was directly off the coast of the sea, and we were able to make a living off fishing. The town used to be a lot bigger, but a year earlier a bunch of the men, including my father, left to join the Resistance. This was during the Occupation, so times were tough for everyone. I’m sure even you can remember those times. It was hard enough making a living without the men, but because we also had to make the Tribute, we were constantly near starvation.
As a kid, I was mostly a drain on the town, but I had heard of the great Trainers and aspired to be one someday. I wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. But first I needed a Pokémon.
One day, my mother woke me up with a shake
Pokemon Apocalypse: The End is the Beginning It was over. I knew it from the moment he appeared. The pride in me didn’t want to admit it, but I had learned to suppress that pride long ago.
I observed the kid in front of me. He was young; about as young as I had been when I first started. Yet he was not smug. Despite what he just did, his eyes were more pleading than triumphant. Snow was covering his clothes and parts of his face, but he didn’t seem phased by the cold. It was likely that the adrenaline pumping through his system numbed him to the cold.
“How did you do it?” I asked.
The kid jumped at my voice. He quickly composed himself. “It wasn’t easy. That’s one thing I’ve learned. Life is never easy.”
I nodded. Visions of my past flooded through my memory.
“In fact, life is nearly impossible. Alone. That’s another thing I’ve learned. Friends are the most important thing to me.”
The Vector: Moses' Story The faint light of a single bulb did little to illuminate the dim funeral home room. A small coffin sat on the podium. A woman in a black funeral dress wept, kneeling in front of the coffin and burying her face in flowers. By her side stood a tall, solemn man in a black suit, his face dry and his expression unwavering. He kept his hand perpetually on the woman’s shoulder, determined not to express any emotion.
Besides the two, the room was unoccupied, but the disorganization of the chairs showed signs of recently being full.
For a while, the woman didn’t move except to shudder and cry. Finally, she seemed to collect herself and stood up. “I’m ready to go, James,” she whispered as she hugged him. When she released him, she looked expectantly at him. However, James simply stood there, looking at the coffin. After a moment of silence, James spoke.
“We all are,” the woman said.
An Original Transformation TG - Part 3An Original Transformation - Part 3
Talking with Fleur highlighted the difference in our voices, despite how feminine they both sounded to me. While Fleur’s voice had that original squeak in the background, only striking when her emotions spiked, mine sounded more mature. Fleur didn’t mind. As a tease, she played up a child-like parody of her voice which I couldn’t copy.
Threading the puff-ball trees which surrounded the wrought-iron outdoor benches, we made it to one of the last arcades left in the entire county. All that kept it going seemed to be the quirky transformation games in their lineup. At the front, Fleur pointed out the dancing game marked as partially-transformative. It was easily the best bang for our buck as two dollars would change my height for the rest of the evening until I fell asleep and it would also adjust my clothes.
I stood on the dance pad with my first genuine butterflies since the salon. I shifted my weight as Fleur pu
The Change of Sides - Ch. 1 - The Journey Begins The sky was growing from blue to black as day turned to night. Lightning lashed across the sky, thunder booming through the dark. Rain poured out of the sky in waves; but barely half of it made it through the treetops down to the undergrowth.
Being so, the man trudging through the wood wasn’t at all wet. He heard the storm rage all around him, but the rain didn’t hit him through the treetops.
When he’d seen the storm approach earlier, he’d thought he’d have to use his magic to stay dry, but as it turned out, the trees in the forest provided more than enough coverage. He walked through the wood with his head, his steps, and his heart heavy.
Only three days prior, his friends – or at least he thought the were his f
The Change of Sides - Ch. 3 - Meet the Cast “You don’t have to go.”
“I’m not wanted here. There’s no reason for me to stay.”
“He’s right Ty, let him go.”
“But it’s getting dark out. Seto, wait till morning!”
“I don’t care anymore.”
The man sat bolt upright, gasping for breath. He groaned and placed a hand on his chest as a pain shot through it. How’d he gotten it again? Of right, he’d been shot…
As the man remembered the previous night, he sat sidew
Sam- Chapter Seven (Final)Sam Chapter 7
So Christmas came and went, Sam had put on a bit of “Winter weight”, as it had been expected. Emily too, however, had put on her fair share- adding bit by bit each time she spent with Sam. Sam would joke that if she kept copying his eating habits she'd end up just as big as he was! She didn't have much of a belly at the time, having started from an almost flat stomach, but it was beginning to feel much softer...
But Emily. Looking at her he couldn't really believe his luck, a cute girl- a cute girl he'd had a crush on –was dating him. She was perfect. She was happy making advances Sam wouldn't dare- and he originally wasn't sure if she was into him being big, but he had his guesses. Every weekend when they'd head into town and she'd help him stuff his face, and buy new clothes whenever he was close to spilling out of his old ones....which with her around to feed him was happening more and more regularly.
Emily was more loving of his size than he'd expect
Thalia's Tale - Chapter Fourteen - A New Mission Logan blocked the strike, but only barely. He clumsily resituated himself, the length of his blade making it difficult. He only had just enough time to duck under the next blow. He tripped over himself in the process and landed on his backside. Before he could move, he felt the sharp steel up against his neck and knew he was lost.
His opponent sighed and resheathed his sword as Logan stood up. “Keyes, you’ve been training with a sword since you were eleven! You should have caught on by now!”
“I know, I know…” Logan sighed and sat down heavily on the bench in the training hall. “I’m sorry, Gabe. I’m telling you, I’m just not cut out for the sword.”
Gabe nodded. “I know…”
Happy Birthday Misty crept through the dark corridor in silence, her brown hair up in a low ponytail. Her headset rested around her neck, her blue vest tied around her waist. Her purple, long-sleeved shirt had its sleeves rolled up to her elbows.
“Come out…” She growled. “I know you’re there…” There was no response. She continued to creep forward, her nerves on edge. She sensed the thing above her a millisecond before it dropped down. Being so, she had no time to move.
She was pinned down and stuck with a sword under her neck.
Misty sighed as her mentor let her up. “Well played.”
“I think not.” Thalia replied as she sheathed her sword. “I made several noises to give hints as to where I was, but you noticed none of them.”
Sky Army Returns - Book Two - Chapter Ten Husky stared up at the ship in front of him for a moment. Then he smiled and looked back at Jordan and Tyler. “Thanks for bringing me here. I mean, I know you were heading here anyway… but thanks.”
Tyler smiled back at him. “It’s no problem, mudkip.” He said. “But Quentin… Are you really sure you wanna do this? I mean… once that boat leaves dock, there’s no coming back.”
Husky nodded. “I have to do this. It’s really for the best. Trust me.” Maybe it was Husky’s tone, maybe the look in his eyes. However way he could tell, Jordan just knew that the water type had something up his sleeve. He smiled. “I’ll see you soon.” Husky winked, then turned on his heel and headed up the walk into the ship. Tyler sighed and turned around, then started through the town. Jordan ran after him to keep up.
Dr'gog Day Choose Your Own Adventure IYou groggily awoke from your sleep. You wanted to stay in bed, but you had too much to do. Slouching, you walked over to the counter. The chrono said that the time was 3, Dr'gog Time. You weren't sure what exactly that meant, but it felt early. You fumbled through your belongings in the drawer, eventually finding everything you needed. Satisfied that you had everything, you looked up into the mirror hanging on the wall. What did you see?
A young human male with a reckless smile on his face and a blaster pistol on his belt.
A young human female with a warm smile on her face and a lightsaber on her belt.
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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