Writing, Ideas, & Stories
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.
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.
“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.
Put a bow on it. It’s me
I’ve wrapped carefully
between snowman and
sly penguins. A tinkered
trinket passed from father
to father lost, forgotten,
than resurfaced. I’m
not going to make it to
next Christmas. I’ll leave
it under the tree next
to your Mustang with a tag
must stay. Don’t lose it, I
put a bow on it.
Oh Captain My Captain:
I salute you.
You never know the
change, until someone
changes it for you first.
Delude my spirit and
my mind will carry me.
End our life and
our hearts will live on.
Oh Captain My Captain:
I can see the tears behind
the mask. You spent
your last three wishes
on us.
I’ll challenge the not
on the blade of love
so these wonder gifts
don’t end yours here.
R.I.P. Robin~
Blood has been drawn.
Words echo through the Chambers for
eternity. Your apologies
matter not in this duel.
Match volume for volume
scream from the top of our covers
Blood has been drawn.
Your words will never leave
this cavity. Somber sleeps have
ceased. Our suite is no longer
sweet. And now
we rest our voice for
tomorrow’s screech.
Storm charged Pokemon extend their eyes onto the mask of Franklin. Hoot’s chanted through the onyx forest bouncing back and forth through the trees. Franklin looks around for Vanessa and her Pokemon.
“Vanessa!”
The hoot’s emerged louder from higher branches pouring over the dimming trail. Leaves fell to the ground around the forsaken shrub.
“Vanessa! Where are you? Todd? Daisy?”
The Pokemon climbed into the cloudy moonlight, revealing sandy wings and crystal eyes. The Pokemon dove towards Fan-out
“Franklin?”
Franklin gasped for air and looked around the lit bedroom.
“Franklin? I heard you calling me.”
Vanessa worried expression was shielded from her younger siblings peaking through a ajar slit.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry for waking you guys.”
Vanessa looked at the window, “It’s already almost time to go for the second round. You must of had a long day.”
Make and break them
step over than on
backwards over these words.
Follow without a fight
solemn on this beautiful night
backwards over these words.
You wonder why we gave
up the chase in this maze
under these walls
you called home.
You said a lot a lifetime ago now
backwards over your words
we follow no one.
The gray smoke rose into the night sky, revealing singed winged Pokemon flapping in all directions. Next to Vanessa stood a large mustard mouse with a lighting bolt tail. The mouse’s shoulder had a fanged scar as the moon passed through the clouds.
“Good Job, Jacob,” Vanessa said returning Jacob to his ball. The family trouted along the aligned path with Franklin close behind.
The sea of trees parted and Vanessa stood in front of a log built home. The family with no hesitation entered and Franklin continued to stagger. The cozy home showed no sign of barren.
Framed pictures decorated the walls. Places and people Franklin didn’t recognize posed with Pokemon.
“This is our family. All around the regions,” Vanessa said. “That out Uncle, Lt. Surge, he’s retiring this year so our cousin is applying to take his place.” Lt. Surge was a mountain of a man standing next to a mustard mouse similiar to Vanessa’s.
“This way Franklin, your room is ready.” Daisy rushed from the open door, the bed was freshly made, floors clean, and another couple of pictures on a oak dresser.
“Goodnight, Franklin.”
Trial and error.
She only learned through
the her meals.
Dancing trays and singing birds
over breakfast. It was over
after breakfast. Margarita’s
cover the dusk and Grand Slam
in the rise. It was over
after breakfast.
The dusk came too soon-
like it always did, waiting in line
for dinner.
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