Writing, Ideas, & Stories
Have you ever walked backwards?
Just for a minute
they’ll stare and point
check Twitter to see
if it’s backwards day.
Your the odd one out
they don’t understand why.
You feel the sun across your skin the same.
You hear the wind brushing against the trees the same.
Yet, your the odd one out
because you view the world
slightly different.
“Frank! Where are you going?”
Possessed Franklin walked Tangelo’s street cluelessly. People passed with their Pokemon and wild ones flew above. Buildings idle housed possibly the futures next great.
“Frank!” Franklin stopped.
“What?”
“Nurse Joy mentioned there was a virtual simulator happening today just up the road. She said it’s where all the people in the waiting room were headed.”
Franklin heard the feint music in the background, the one Red battles to.
Children lined up outside this, this different building. Wide rounded with vibrant red and blue painting and flashing lights to encourage the waiting.
“Hello and welcome trainers!” someone said. The children huddled around a screen with a young man on. He wore a bright yellow shirt with tall black hair sharp as Spearow talons with wide eyes and held a Pokeball.
“I am Senta, one of the five Orange Crew!” The crowd roared with excitement and joy.
“Who is that Frank, Martin said with thee utmost confusion. Franklin’s eyes didn’t budge from the screen.
“Today is the day! The virtual contest will start and end today. Win five battles and you will battle me to be crowned the winner!” The crowd roared as Senta spreads his arms wide as if to prepare for flight. “Your prize of course is a Pokemon egg prepared by my older sister and previous Mikan gym leader, Cissy, and yes 1,000 Pokedollars! Only the best will overcome these challenges, so let the battle begin!”
Death loves us.
Follows us around every corner,
came into the living holding our hand.
Fiendish yet loving
hand guides us through life.
We can’t see her
but she’s always there. Never
feinting or exlied, just
waiting for her turn to dance.
The waiting room was still and slanted. Nurses switched rooms quickly without a glance out. Pokemon being taken back and forth, large ones, large enough their horns or skulls would touch the ceiling. A Snorlax came through, just like Red’s, eye swollen shut and purple like a plum. A young girl, reminded Franklin of Tina, had bug bites the size of plums on her right arm. Tears drowned her eyes as a nervous adult and the red haired nurse escorted her to a back room. All the panic in this Pokecenter, the red haired nurse never seemed flustered or bothered.
Vulpix had been checked into the Pokecenter an hour ago, the red haired nurse moved towards Martin, who was fiddling with change at a vending machine. Mumbling, the nurse did the majority of the talking and filled Martin with white pause that held his tongue. She walked away from him and he stood there. Franklin glared at him until Martin finally looked back.
“Vulpix is going to be fine.” Franklin felt the oxygen exits his lungs into the Center.
“However,” The air backtracked. “We don’t have the money to the pay the bill. Even at home, I don’t have the money.”
The white left Martin and entered Franklin.
“I only brought enough for food and a room. The bill is that, plus.”
Franklin raised to his feet and headed towards the exit of the Center. Tangelo Island was quiet and the streets bare and Franklin walked it.
Fishing without a rod.
salt fizzle wind brushing the shoreline
across its forehead. Fish aren’t biting.
Fishing without a rod. Water gently strokes
the fins of dreamy trouts as they smile. Fish
aren’t biting. Clouds cover the eyes of the sun;
casting pretend night over the sleepy water.
Fishing without a rod.
Fish aren’t biting.
The centered frame
stand still for the shot
sweetie.
Your perfect moment
with fake people
and a cheap unanimous grin.
This perfect moment
standing next too a twenty-four pack.
Cousin Frank being held up
like Weekend at Bernie’s.
It’ll get cropped out. Can’t
destroy the perfect moment.
Circle the lot. Build
your self; circle the lot. Make
love to your dream. Screech
the tires: scream
outside into the open endless
wave of future tales.
It’s on a one way path
never off track
only passenger.
Ghost train.
The harrowing steel wheels
lift into screaming black
nowhere.
Window seat flash
children playing with armless
action figures.
Beer belly man
walking
a German Shepherd.
A woman on her wedding day;
peach ball gown tracing the cracks along the sweat filled sidewalk.
The train makes no stops.
Oh boy keep that clean
it’ll talk to you as long
as you keep it clean.
Dare the dare
get a little dirty
whispers pile in.
Oh Lord where did you go
I need you now
praise my deaf ears.
Valencia’s buildings all looked the same. Franklin has seen Pokecenters on the television before but none of these buildings sparked familiarity.
“Franklin slow down,” Martin said limping behind. Vulpix’s breathing in Frankin’s arm was becoming feint, the complete opposite of Frankin’s. Steady brink buildings, blurry faces, and domesticated Pokemon, and no Pokecenter.
The edge of Valencia, the end of the city, a building of red brick and a red roof with a Pokeball engraved into white lining. The ball was large, the size of Franklin’s eyes. Vulpix, cradled in Franklin’s failing arms, body previously burning the flesh of his arms now going cold.
The door of the Center automatically opened and a blast of cool air ejects.
“Hello and wel- Oh my! Bring her here sweety,” a young woman said. Her voice was high pitched as she trotted towards Franklin. The woman wore a white dress tied in the back with a large bow and a red cross in the center of her white cap. She relieved Franklin’s duty and took Vulpix to a table occupied by two other women wearing the same attire.
“Will she be okay?” One of the nurses looked up and took Vulpix to a isolated room.
The red haired nurse returned to Franklin, “Your Vulpix received series damage, she will be recovering for a couple of hours. I would stay away from the Krabby at the pier, they are dangerous Pokemon and not something beginning trainers should battle,” she concluded and held her hand out.
Franklin’s face turned green and handed the Premier ball over to the nurse.
