A Love That Goes Against Tradition (Secret Santa) by ShadowFire2921, literature
Literature
A Love That Goes Against Tradition (Secret Santa)
Somewhere in Bangsar, Kuala Lumpur, Pokemon live a pretty much happy life in a base much larger than in Georgetown.
"Hey Ali! C'mon!" A group of Pokemon asks, crowding around a Lucario. "Guys, that's enough!" The Lucario says with a blush. "I don't have a crush on anyone!"
"Look! Ali is blushing! He's definitely in love with someone!" An Alolan Raichu yells and points to him. "C'mon, who is it? Who's the lucky girl?!" Floating up to the Lucario, the Raichu grabs his cheeks, but he pushes them away, he's just not really up to talk about this.
"Alright guys, let's just relax okay? He's obviously too embarrassed to talk anymore." A Sa
Echoed
Underneath the rock of the Scottish Highlands lies a small, empty base. The door ajar, blasted from once secure hinges, the air inside is stale, unmoving. Dust fills the it, nothing alive resides within the labyrinthian structure.
Two figures, shrouded by shadow and dark cloaks, walked through the opening. Dust moved for the first time in years as they swept through the halls, accompanied only by the heavy sounds of their own footfalls. They noted the scorch marks and dried blood stain the walls, and the fact there wasn’t a copse insight. On occasion, one of the two intruders found a weapon, a gun or some other advanced Pokexti
Camped up in the base under the snow. by EonAlby, literature
Literature
Camped up in the base under the snow.
It was an usual day at my base's PRT barracks. members roaming, other leaving for their mission, more talking and me just standing by next to the entrance, looking at the snow. There was a difference between the base interior and the outside: We were on a tall snowy mountain, which you've already probably guessed. The layout was planned so that non-ice types could not have an hard time with the climate. I personally didn't mind in any case.
Again, it was a pretty slow day as usual. One of the reasons my base was considered the best military wise was because of how many PRTers our base had, Although I like to think that strength comes from ex
Standing by to himself, a metal red bug looks around in a cafeteria with many of his kind, pokémon all walking about while he remembers the cold air from his hometown, the days in the village when he was younger, this was nothing like the cold here. It wasn’t typical for this metal red pincher bug would be coming down the state of Colorado, for some business his own base up into the Belle Province. The scizor could see all of the pokéumans into the base walking about doing their own business. He too had another mission once his transit would be on route. Which was going to be any time at this point.
“Ah yes you're that
Antiquity
Despite everything, Void couldn’t help but take a moment to take in the ornate wonder of the temple. It was beautiful, forged from purest of diamond that made her Sableye mind grow wild with hunger. She was uncertain of the technique, but envied anyone who could have wielded such power. It may have even been a legendary, perhaps a gift to the village. If so, that gift had now doomed the them.
“Inquisitor.” She turned, silently cursing as she nearly tripped over her red and black uniform’s cape, to see one of the human soldiers rush up to her. They had been instrumental in the acquisition of the temple and h
If there was one thing that Gregory Davis could count on, no matter where he was, what he was, or how the hell he lived to twenty-three: It was that it always rained on funerals. No matter the news or the size, it would always be pouring down that day.
He'd like to have a word with the weather technicians about the irony, someday.
Regardless, it rang true once again even as he stood alone in a sparse corner of the Memorial Garden. Hefting a large flat stone in his four intertwined arms, Greg glanced over the fairly empty expanse of grass and wildflowers that made up the area. From his perspective, it was clearer than other part of this glor
*tap tap tap*
"...?", the tapping sound from my room's windows woke me up, I was in my dark (but not cold) room, with a black figure standing out of there and covering the moonlight that was coming in. I got up and turned on the light on my balcony, revealing that the source of the tapping was a green-bodied creature.
"you know, you should consider closing your shutter at night-time. Even though you sleep on the second floor, it's not safe.", said the dragon like creature, "You can come out now."
I sighed and opened the window which lead to my balcony. As I came out the creature got replaced by a red-haired girl.
"'sup", she said.
"Sara.
The man clad in black stared at the snowstorm out the window facing him. Seeing the vicious chill slash through the pale sky made him shiver, even from the warmth of the van. He placed his silver flask between his knees as he removed the rectangular mouthpiece from his all covering helmet, putting it to one side before picking the flask back up with a thickly gloved hand and drinking down the hot tea within if just for the comfort value. A small 'thu-dum' could be heard as the van drove over a bump in the road, but most ears soon tuned to the swearing of the man as he swiped the air for the flask, while his other hand frantically rubbed the l
The Castform's Philosophy by TheQuirkyGamer, literature
Literature
The Castform's Philosophy
*pitter patter, pitter patter* Sounded the dancing of tiny droplets on the cold dark grounds of the earth below.
The sound of these raindrops made their presence clear as the inhabitants of the tunnels below heard the calm sounds of the rain hitting the ground.
“It sounds like it’s raining pretty good out there.” Said a teal alien-like creature as he laid on his bed staring up at the ceiling.
“Yes, it is quite calming.” Said the Elgyem’s roommate across the room. The creature was a little white orb, with cloud-like features under his head. He looked up at the ceiling curiously, almost as if the rain was