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?

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Trainer Orange Ep. 30

Trainers flooded the entrance.

“Martain! Hey, dad?” Franklin scurried through the crowds.

“Hey, Franklin we can’t look for much longer. Our matches are gonna start soon,” Vanessa reminded.

Franklin’s paniced expression warped into determination.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” The crowd erupts to the voice of the play by play analyst.

“Round thirty-two’s will begin! After today we will have eight remaining!”

“First match of the day, our defending champ, our electric lady, Vanessa!”

Vanessa graced steps echoed the crowds roars as the spotlight followed her light work.

“Her opponent, you know him well, the mind-reader, Max!”

The max chant stormed the stadium like a lighting storm.

“Wow a rematch of last year’s finals,” Daisy whispered. “Get him big sis!”

Max white boots clacked along the stadium floor, his long white scarf dangled to his heels, and his usual showsmanship, floated three Pokeballs above his fingers.

The referee didn’t say a word and lifted his hand, the signal.

Max moved first, “It’s an Exeggcute!” 

Exeggcute was a peach Pokemon, six peach eggs with different expressions and eye movement. 

Vanessa returned serve, “Ah a Voltorb!”

Voltorb, looked like a Pokeball. Top red and bottom white with a large grin and sharp eyes.

“And the battle is on its way!”

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.

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.