PachiStories

“What's happening?” “What's going on?” Pokemon of all shapes, types and sizes gathered around the commotion. A battle was going on and no one wanted to miss it. This was not uncommon, for in these parts of the woods, fights happened a lot. This little area was no where near safe and contained many unruly and tough Pokemon. Fighting was just another norm that Pokemon around here got used to. You had to be careful when walking around and you always had to keep your eyes peeled for potential danger. This was one of those times. A rather burly Diggersby held a small Phantump in its giant ear. “So, what was it

It was just another day on the Thousand Sunny, and by a normal day, I mean recovering from a bloody battle with the marines. There were many casualties, but none of them were as bad as the wounds you received. You were covered in cuts, bruises and bandages from head to toe. Chopper spent countless hours, rapping you up and treating your wounds. Being Chopper, he did an excellent job, but it still was going to take a while for you to fully heal up. Dinner time that day was a solemn occasion for the Straw hats. They spent it in silence, acknowledging your absence with depressed faces. They knew you were going to be okay, but they were upset t

The house was a sight to behold. It was like a black shadow, looming over the world and casting evil gazes at nobody yet everybody. It's impenetrable, dark wood doors with metal lining stood half ajar as the breeze of lost whispers blew threw and shook it ever so slightly. The windows were cracked and beaten, stained with sorrow and painted with grime. Vines spread like a disease over the horrifying thing, embracing it in a warm hug of poisonous leaves. The ground before the menacing household was dead and rotten and the grotesque bugs fluttering before it wasted no time in devouring it completely. Termites, wasps, lotus and other insects swa

“Time to go,” you said, stepping out of your ship and moving into the giant ocean of people heading towards the party house. Your best (and only) friend, Natalie, followed after you as she struggled to put her sparkly, white cardigan on. “Hold up, _____!” she called as she stumbled around in her heels. You stop for a second to laugh at her, but you were carried away by the river of faces. “Natalie!” you called and attempted to run to her, but you were sucked into the undertow. “______!” Natalie's distant voice screamed. 'Goddamn! What am I going to do without my friend? I hate social

 They say that all witches are evil beings that lack a heart of any kind. I beg to differ. I am not evil nor heartless. I love my friends and keep them very close and I adore my precious pets dearly. I am in no way wicked, yet people don't believe me. I am a fifteen year old girl named Jacky, my full name being Jacky O'Lantern. So original, I know. Now, my powers aren't like that horny and annoying kitty, Blair. My powers are more fire based, like the candle in the jack-o-lantern. It's very destructive so I don't use it much. I am very lonely. Yes, I have some friends, but all they talk about is potions and destroying sanity. Those conver