Holding onto the past

Disclaimer I do not own pokemon they are property of gamnefreak and Nintendo Authors note I wrote this in about 3 hours This one is a bit more personal to me. I hope many can see where I am coming from with this short story. Editor Cedricdream A...

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Game Over Chapter 3 Black Knight

Chapter 3 Black Knight This was bad, with less than half his B.E left he wouldn't survive another attack. He needed to find a way to cripple him and fast if he stood a chance. There was no way in hell that he was falling down into that dark abyss...

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Game Over Chapter 2 Kingdom Valley

Chapter 2 Kingdom Valley Wow, the new park was amazing. There were so many rides and all was spread across a two mile range, but they weren't there for the rides they were there for the competition. When the fair opened during the summer there...

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Love's Labour's Won

A play of pure futility! We speak our parts as automatons, Emotions leaked from slits under our eyes To drain in tiny pools on ruined carpet, Stains of neverwas, and neverwill. A blocking so contrite we scoff in rhythm And sweep our hands in...

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Between 2 Macros and a Hard Place pt 2 The Welcoming.

Between 2 Macros and a Hard Place Part 2: The Welcoming Story By SmokeydaBolfionSergenko Sirius© Siriusdog Arc © white\_wolfster Things after that night were going extremely well for me. I was doing well and working hard in the mountains,...

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My lost love

There's a pain in my heart that I'm feeling today, for the love of my life feels further each day. The sorrow is so much and the pain is so deep, I've hurt her again, I can't even sleep. But I now know the problem, the curse of our love, it...

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I Was Holding Her Hand

I was holding her hand - when we first fell in love. Those sunny days when we'd laugh and play. I was holding her hand - that day at the altar. So smooth and alive, with beautiful eyes. I'm surprised I did not falter. I was holding her hand - when she...

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One Last Goodbye

We were all standing outside his room, in the blazingly pristine white halls that smelled of cleaning agents. I always hated hospitals. The unsettling reek of chemicals that cannot be escaped behind their cold walls. They always caused me headaches....

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Kabuto: Chapter two: A Change for the Worse

I am about one and a half now and my life couldn't be better. I am trying to do the best I can but winter is coming and it is going to be a problem if we don't have the food to last the wonter. So we are now going to town to get food and stock up every...

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Winter

Dismayed and with the cold leaching through my fur and clothes i turned back, the haunting winds mocking my loss. returning home i stoked the weak embers of the silent stone hearth.

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Compact and Extend

My parts inside still compact and extend: one at night, and the other with the day. Beneath your weight I continue to bend, though with far fewer pieces since this home has changed. If I asked, would you tell me where he's gone? If I asked,...

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Mama

A band played music from the wide stage in the grand ball room- filling the the air with the light sounds of the violin, fine touches of the viola, and the deep but gentle bass of the cello. The players leaned in time with the music, their light grey...

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