Fiction · Writing

Trainer Orange Ep. 31

“Voltorb is down! Voltrob is down! Max tales the lead,” the announcer shouted, igniting the Max chants through the crowd.

Vanessa recalled the idle Voltorb and stared at the ball.

“What happened to sis? I’ve never seen her battle like that,” Tyler said.

Franklin watched Vanessa staring at her remaining Pokemon.

“Yeah, she used to have a Voltorb, I know she could have won that round,” Daisy said.

‘Max, Max, Max!’

Vanessa released her second Pokemon, “A Pikachu! That’s a Vanessa classic!”

“Max second Pokemon is a Natu!”

“A Natu! Pikachu has a big type advantage against Natu,” Tyler shouted.

Vanessa watched Natu flap side to side, tuning into the Max chants, flaring fanatics blackened by Bulk berry sized lights. Natu’s small body flapped violently along the wind stream of the water arena. Pikachu stood on the edge of the body, watching the flying, purple Pokemon.

“Begin!”

“Go Natu, charge with Peck,” Natu charged the yellow mouse and jabbed, sending Pikachu across the water.

“What is sis doing. She could have taken out that Natu with one attack right there,” Daisy protested.

Vanessa withdrew, watching Pikachu idle around the icy pond.

Poetry · Writing

Knapping

Craddled features of

yips designed into stone.

Fallen tails of legends

tales designed into stone.

Four father’s watch the creators 

tomb designed into stone.
The Arch’s of deities crisp

on mountain tops 

crop top

above volcano stomps

the land below

designed into stone.

Poetry · Writing

Dillian

The timeline is shattered.

You were supposed to ask Susy.
Not Dillian, Dillian? 

Nobody even likes Dillian,
but she is going with him

because you didn’t show
the courage. Dillian? 

That guy? Your better than Dillian.
It’s cool. All we gotta do is

make Dillian disappear.
Yeah yeah it’ll be easy,

just a slip down the stairs.
Slip Lax into his lunch

can’t go if he’s shitting
his brains out. Or.

Or I’ll kidnap him 
Yeah it’ll be easy, steal mom’s

car, pick him up, dump
him at the lake.

Fuck Dillian.
Susy doesn’t even like

Dillian. I’ll just go
with her sister. Get her 

pregnant and get back at
her that way. Take Dillian

eh? Fuck Dillian.
Can’t go if I drowned him.

Oh shit it’s seven o’clock
Mom? Can we go now?

Poetry · Writing

The Road Less Traveled

the high road they called it.

Speaking theory and false

idols they called it.

Beseeched a cast off to the

watery bin marked Wilson.
Ruling side by side on an island.
Heavenly winds cross along

their finger tips. Cool waves

gently brush against their timid

hides. Ooh paradise tasted like 

Margarita’s.
Until the waves ran dry. The wind’s

blades cut like a guillotine.
Window showers pass the road

only to find themselves on

an island.

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.