Fiction · Writing

Trainer Orange Ep. 29

-Sea of golden flakes dropped from the sky, surrounding barring dipped from rainbow tastings. Wind currents shook the flakes around on miniture hurricanes surrounding Franklin.

The magestic bird whore red and white feathers, golden talens with a matching crown on her brow. Deep emerald eyes stared Franklin deep into the earth, shrunk to a bust bunny on her majastey’s will.

The large Pokemon cried and flapped into the sun, leaving behind a rainbow trail with every flap.-

“Thee end. What did you think Franklin?’

“Awesome, mom!” Does Ho-Oh only show herself to strong trainers?”

“No my sweet boy never.” Franklin’s demeanor shrieks to match his stature.

“She will only appear for the best.”

~

Franklin recalled that story as Vanessa chased her younger siblings. A true vision of greatness, landing, commading only the greatest. Rumors Red met her, Franklin watched Vanessa closely. Watching her clothes swing goldenly.

Poetry · Writing

Rough amongst Diamonds

Field tested stone washed soles

walk the bloody truth.

Nights of transmute and 

conversion into something
greater.

They laughed at your cries

of possibilities of tomorrow.

Now they stumble on the

cores you left behind.
No one

is unique.

Transferred overnight

and left in the Terminal.
Perfect dissolves into normal,

now, we are all super.

Fiction · Writing

Trainer Orange Ep. 28

Daisy followed her own tracks back to her home.

Thunder struck the earth sending a tremble below Franklin’s feet. Daisy relieved herself of grief and rushed to the epicenter. Franklin followed close, watching the sky slice into pieces by thunder. The roof of the cabin sinked into visibility and Vanessa’s battle. Her Raichu stood strong in front of a trio of uninvited guest.

Two men returned feinted Pokemon to their respective balls. The third, Franklin stared at intensely. The man who confronted Julia after their battle.

“You can leave now,” Vanessa demanded.

“Oh dearest, I’ll be back and next time, you won’t be able to refuse.” The three men walked into the forest as the older man gave Franklin a smirk.

Tyler revealed himself behind the door and approached Vanessa as Daisy did.

“It’s about time we go, guys. The next round will start soon!” Tyler and Daisy’s face vanished into the cabin with their bodies trotting behind. Vanessa recalled Raichu,

“You recognize that man. Didn’t you, Franklin?” Franklin could only muster a nod similar to Julia.

Vanessa turned her back to Franklin and began to walk into the cabin,

“Just… just stay away from him.”

Franklin stood in the chirping forest amongst thunder craters.

Poetry · Writing

Ideologue

Fluent moderate could compose.

Lacking direction

a sense of where she is going

or where she should.
Standing on the map of

her district, borderline.

Raised to look left, yet,

right thee tempted dangle
in a web of their own doing.

The fluent moderate could

weave the purest silk.  Tied

individual too the post
of her own accord.

Poetry · Writing

Gripping Identity

She whispered in my dreams

“Live.”
Attempting to shatter these

invisible shackles from an

unhabbited being. Have I

been walking with these
my whole life? The lens

she gripped with her cream

palms brewed color streams

together like Skittles.

I need to taste that rainbow.

Been too naive for rudimentary

it’s elementary my dear Watson,

Live.

Fiction · Writing

Trainer Orange Ep. 27

Daisy and Daisy stared down the Nidorina.

“Go, Daisy, Razor Leaf!”

Thin leaves shot from Daisy’s mane shot towards Nidorina. She turned her horn to the side and took the sharp leaves to the side. Nidorina cried and darted away from the shrub charging, leading with her skull.

“Daisy, to the side and use Acid!” Nidorina swung wide and Daisy released dark plum sludge towards the feral Nidorina. The wild Pokemon shook the Acid off its hide and the spikes from her spine turned a similar plum and began charging recklessly towards Daisy.

Daisy smirked, “Daisy, now! Sleeping powder!” Daisy shook her large leaf brow and a thin layer of magenta dust poured into the air surrounding Nidorina. A step or two into the head on assault, the Nidorina dropped into a heavy sleep. Daisy revealed a Pokeball from her pocket.

Low squeals developed from the identical shrub Nidorina inhabited. Small Pokemon, the same complexion as the Nidorina squealed, four smaller Nidorans stumbled around the grass.

Daisy stared at the baby Pokemon and returned the Pokeball and retrieved Daisy’s. The stream of red light retracted Daisy into her Pokeball.

“Daisy? Are you going to catch it,” Franklin asked watching the sleeping Pokemon.

Daisy turned around and headed back in the direction of her home leaving Franklin slugging behind with his head turned behind him watching the tamed Pokemon.

Poetry · Writing

Flare

Silent sky on a screaming night.

 

Lose light silently over

the peak horizon.

It’s screaming back

with red in his lungs

 

peak guns

red smoke

single stroke

on a screaming night.

 

He couldn’t pull the trigger.

Mind dancing on limbo

on a lonely island

staring the flare in the eye

 

below a silent sky.

 

 

Fiction · Writing

Trainer Orange Ep. 26

The sun peaked through the open windows onto a shy Greg eating Pokechow.  Franklin remembered seeing Pokechow in Pokemarts with Tina shopping for her Dodou.

“Hey, Franklin! Come outside with me, we have a little time before we need to leave, so I want to track some Pokemon,” Daisy said with glee in her eyes. Franklin turned to see Vanessa feeding her Pokemon, the large mustard mouse, Raichu. The other two Pokemon that surrounded Vanessa, Franklin could only get a peek at before being rushed out by Daisy.

The sun illuminated the tree’s covering the bay of Tangelo Island. Daisy stared at the ground, brushing her fingers against groves left from a large Pokemon.

“This way, Franklin,” Daisy said. She walked at pace, following the tracks.

The forest was hoot free, smaller bug Pokemon roamed the trees, similar to Martin’s Caterpie.

“Franklin, you’ve caught a Pokemon before right,” Daisy asked, sniffing a cracked branch.

“Once, all I did was throw a ball.”

“Oh okay. Not going to be able to just throw a ball at this one.”

“How else do you catch Pokemon?” Daisy halted and stared at a shrub surrounded by no trees. The sun peered directly above the shrub and Daisy. A high pitch cry came from the shrub, and a Pokemon exited.

The Pokemon had a dark blue coat and a shortened horn on her forehead.

“That’s a Nidorina, been tracking her for a week now. Go, Daisy!”

Daisy through her ball and Daisy exited. The Oddish shook her leaves helm and faced the Nidorina.

Poetry · Writing

Musical Chairs

“Share the chair,”

the wise woman shared.

There is room for two

it’s not all about you
she’d always tell us.
Fuck that. My ass has

been next to yours for

far too long and you can

find your own. He’d bekon
the blade in his back,

“Share the chair.”

There is always room for

two.
As the king sits alone

on his throne
he finds the knife

in his lost
chair.