The Weekly Prompt Thread

[Thabet]

This isn't one of my better work but this is my attempt at the 1st story prompt.

Justin was nodding off, school had never been one of his strong points and the teacher, Mr.Dustoff, had a certain flair for putting people to sleep during class. It sometimes amazed Justin how Mr. Dustoff failed to notice the sheer lack of attention from anyone in class. The only thing that kept him awake was worry; worry that maybe, just maybe his little secret might be uncovered, a barking, troublemaking, fire-breathing little secret.

Justin's bag began to shake, a muffled bark could be heard from inside. Suddenly, Mr.Dustoff stopped, he glanced around the room as if he heard something. When he realized that no one was awake to make a sound, he shrugged and went back to explaining the history lesson. Justin gulped warily, he felt like his nerves were going to fry at any minute.

He bent over, making it look like he wanted to get something out of his bag. He zipped the back open carefully and peered inside at Mika, his vulpix. She gave Justin a reproachful look as she struggled to look up at him through the bag’s small opening. Justin, however, only glared back. After all, Mika was the one who had snuck into his bag before leaving, saddling him with his own little ball of fun. It wasn’t until he had gotten on the bus, opened his bag to pull out a sandwich that he realized that he had a hitchhiker.

Justin had managed to keep her quiet by slipping her some of his lunch every now and then, but that didn’t stop her from getting rowdy when she was beginning to feel bored. Soon enough, though, the day would end, and then he could run back home and put Mika where she belonged, home.

Suddenly, the school bell rang and all the snoring students snapped wide awake as if they were trained to respond to the sound. At the same time, the vice principal’s head darted into the classroom and loudly announced that every student should head to the auditorium for a presentation.

Upon hearing the announcement, the class burst into a bustle of activity, the students talking excitedly about the topic of the presentation. Justin, however, remained firmly fixed to his seat, a look of pure horror on his face.

Under normal circumstances, he would have been thrilled, Mr.Dustoff’s history lesson had been cut short, he would be able to chill out in the auditorium and catch some Z’s. Who cared about some stupid presentation?

But now, it meant he would have to deal with Mika, who was still in his bag, in a huge room filled with people. Justin could almost hear the tirade his mother would put him through if Mika was found out, he let out an involuntary squeak at the thought of it.

Within minutes, the classroom had assembled and was heading towards the auditorium. Justin had his backpack strapped to his back as he shuffled in front, hoping to find an isolated spot away from any people.

The moment he entered the room, Justin scurried into a corner and sat down, putting the bag with Mika inside, on his lap. The bag shook again as Mika attempted to get out and see her surroundings, but Justin simply hugged the bag close to him and told her to be quiet.
People were filing into the room and soon enough, the auditorium was full of nervous, excited middle school students. Justin found himself sitting next to an attractive young girl from his class named Natalie and few other kids he didn’t know.

The presenter got onto the podium, and introduced the guest, who was, to much surprise, none other than Brock Harrison. Although he was too busy wrestling Mika inside the bag, Justin did notice a lot of the students sit forward earnestly awaiting the gym leader to come on stage; probably hoping to get some useful battle lesson or learn a new strategy.

Ironically it would be neither, as Brock opted to tell them some story. The moment Brock grabbed his guitar and begun strumming it, Justin saw a number of students slump back in their seats with disappointed looks, others were laughing silently and rest were listening with a detached sort of interest.

Upon hearing the guitar’s melody and Brock telling his story, Mika stopped squirming in the back and lay still, she then slowly poked her head out of the backpack, staring at Brock with an intense interest. Mika’s pricked, she watched Brock’s movements intently and her eyes focused entirely on the show.

Justin couldn’t help but stare at Mika’s reaction, it seemed like she actually enjoyed it. He glanced around him, satisfied that no one was paying attention to Mika; most of them were paying too much attention to the story. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable, so he tried to adjust his seat, but Mika growled softly as he shifted, her eyes still trained on Brock.

A warning.

Justin paused, was she telling him to stop? He looked to his left and noticed that the attractive girl wasn’t paying much attention, so he tried to talk to her. But no sooner than he said “hi” that he felt a sharp bite to his ear. He whirled and faced Mika, who was giving him one of her trademark glares.

A shiver ran down Justin’s spine.

He shook it off and tried to remain focused. Having told Justin to shut up, Mika returned her attention to the story. Justin sighed as he contemplated his options. Seeing as he was stuck here, he could try to find something to do. He made a soft bored sound with his mouth.

Unfortunately, it was loud enough for Mika to hear.

Justin yelped and put a hand to his ear, noting the blood that was coming out.

Mika was still watching the show, enthralled by Brock’s tale.


End

[LightningTopaz]

::giggles at poor Justin::

I officially love Mika now--you're welcome to try your hand at the new story I put up this week

[Thabet]

*Evil smile* Oh yes, I do plan on making the next one. It will involve alot more Mika-ness and adorable mayhem.

[LightningTopaz]

I can't wait to see it ::hugs Mika plush doll::

[LightningTopaz]

Your prompt this week:

Youir character's Pokemon is better at a video game than previously thought

[The Jingster]

Bored. Bored, bored, boring, McBoringson, boredom.

Mark was sitting in his chair fidgeting. The first tale had ended and he had found it quite…….boring. Kings, libraries, plans, this was all nothing of interest for him. He need something with action, something with explosions, love, swears and big things. Then he heard the first few words of the next story. Chimchars, those little buggers were so damn cute and mischievous. He immediately sat up and paid attention, ignoring izzy who seemed to be murmuring something under his breath.

As the cords rang through the auditorium he felt his eyes beginning to close as he saw the large tree with the chimchars running around joyfully, mocking the croconaws who stared up hungrily at them. He had imagined such a cute scene that he had begun to chuckle, only to receive a sudden poke to his side. Opening his eyes he saw Lilac with her index finger in front of her mouth. Perhaps his chuckling hadn’t been as quiet as he had thought.

Brock then proceeded to explain Mama Croconaw’s big plan. At the mention of a mama croconaw, Mark had imagined one of those scaly pokémon wearing an apron and lipstick. He stared into space blankly for a moment, shaking his head when he decided he didn’t need that image floating around his head. And then the voices came, oh the ridiculous voices which immediately caused him to laugh hysterically. Izzy of course glared at him, and muttered something about Oren Berries, but Lilac was obviously trying her best to stifle a laugh.

While the interlude played, Mark managed to calm down as he tried to come up with ideas for the young totodile to use against his beloved chimchars. By the time the interlude had ended, he had failed to come up with anything which didn’t involve blasting the trees with water guns, so he listened intently to the tale when his opportunity appeared. His eyes gleamed as Brock asked for a name for the Chimchar which would either be the first victim, or the protagonist. Immediately he thought about one of his favorite games, DK, a game about a darmanitan and his chimchar sidekick, “DIDDY!”

People everywhere began to chuckle and laugh at the suggestion, and even more so when Brock accepted it. Izzy and Lilac both seemed to sink down in their seats when people around the auditorium began to look at Mark, but even they had to start laughing once Brock began to imitate Diddy’s voice. Once the laughing had finally cooled down, Mark let himself imagine the rest of the scene; swimming across the river, the bucking of the totodile, and the nervousness which shook Mark as the thought of Diddy losing his heart for his foolishness.

Then came the young chimchar’s genius. Telling the totodile that his heart was back at the tree was a great idea, considering the young pokémon had never seen a chimchar heart before and likely had no clue whether they could be removed or not. Once Diddy climbed into the safety of the tree and delivered his taunt, Mark let out a loud laugh and immediately began to clap. As Brock took his bow, he made sure that his clapping was the loudest, this story had been interesting, he couldn’t wait to hear what would come next, as long as it was better than that silly king’s tale…..

Last week's prompt a little late, this thread is helping me scrape through this horrible writer's block XD

[LightningTopaz]

That was great--how you Pokemonized Donkey Kong was pretty clever

[Yoshi-kun]

Hello~ I'm slowly getting back to where I can write again, but now my style is all over the place. ^ ^ I'm wanting to use some of the older prompts when I get a chance to figure that issue out.


"PIKACHU used THUNDERSHOCK!"

He couldn't stop the smirk that appeared on his face.

"TOGEPI used ANCIENTPOWER!"

Though the smirk was quickly replaced by shock.

"Mwah?"

His opponent merely raised an eyebrow.

"PIKACHU fainted! ASH lost against MISTY!"

The raven haired boy growled and tossed game on the coffee table.

"It's not my fault you're not any good at this," she said nochalantly.

"It's a stupid game! That's why!" he cried.

She gave him a knowing look. "Then why is it so popular?"

"I don't know! It doesn't even make any sense!" he declared. "I mean Pikachu can't use any attacks on Rock types when I know it can."

"You mean Ground?" She smirked.

"I- Er... yeah! It's stupid!" He crossed his arms in defiance.

She was about to comment on the fact that Electric attacks shouldn't normally be used on Ground types in real life anyway when...

"Pika!"

"Huh?"

The electric mouse had hopped on the sofa where they were sitting, and eagerly held up an older version of the GameBoy for them to see. Curious, they both watched the as the Pokemon hit a button and scrolled through the PokeDex.

Ash's jaw dropped.

"Oh, wow. You got all one hundred fifty one. Congratulations," Misty cooed and patted its head.

"Chaaa."

"B-but that's-" he stuttered. "That's impossible! How!?"

And he snatched the game and scrolled through the list himself.

"Mewtwo? What the heck is that anyway? And Mew... You can't catch Mew! Not even Gary has Mew!"

Pikachu shrugged. It wasn't its fault its trainer didn't know about the Mew glitch.

[LightningTopaz]

That was great--and made me a little nostalgic for the R/B/Y era.

[LightningTopaz]

Your prompt this week:

Your character has to play a retro video game (you can choose what game this is) for 24 hours for a good cause--do they finish the game in 24 hours? Or do they spend the whole time stuck on Stage 1?

[Noteleks]

Response to prompt- (awesome topic, just BTW) I've got a serious case of writer's block and this was way fun... Go Mario! XD

*It's really long But I don' think there's even away to do this short and sweet. :) It was really fun to write- I may have to make myself do this every week. :P

Sam stared at Steven (yes, Steven Stone) as he walked in to his home, uninvited, carrying a box.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked him from his couch. Cat, his Abra, was curled up beside him. She was sleeping before Steven had walked in, but now she was wide awake and staring at the box in his hands with curiosity.

"I have an NES!" Steven declared proudly as he set the Nintendo Entertainment System down on Sam's table. Sam eyed the console suspiciously. Steven sighed. "What is with that look? It's an old video game system."

"Aren't you too old for games?" Sam sighed from the couch.

"You're never too old for video games... Okay, look- for the next twenty-four hours, I want you to play this with me!"

"Play by yourself!"

"It's not as much fun! C'mon~ You know I won't leave until you agree."

Sam got up with a heavy sigh. Cat climbed off the couch with him. Ditto, also on the couch, was still sleeping and everyone knew better than to wake him up. Sam stood beside Steven and watched as he hooked up the console to his TV. After awhile he spoke. "You rented this didn't you... For twenty-four hours. Which is why you're so dead-set on this."

"Oh come on! Like you haven't done stuff for kicks!"

"How much are you paying for this?"

"Actually... I'm not renting this- I'm borrowing it."

"From who?" Sam asked, flatly.

Steven paused after plugging in the old console. After a few moments of silence he finally admitted, "Red's mom..."

"I don't even want know why you, an old bachelor, were talking to her, a single woman," Sam responded dryly. Steven flashed a boyish grin and shoved a controller at him.

Almost immediately, Cat tugged on jeans and looked up at him imploringly. "Cat wanta plah! Iz gahm, rite?

Sam nodded at her as he chuckled. "Yes, Cat. It's a game." Cat almost squealed with delight as she yanked the controller out of his hand and hopped onto the nearby chair. Steven gaped at him. "What?"

"What? You mean I'm going to play against Cat?"

"Um, yeah. Steven. She's good at games, she'll figure it out easily." Steven glared at him, unconvinced. "Trust me, she can do it. If not, she'll read your mind."

"Oh, cuz that's fair."

"Well, she is a Pokemon," Sam argued as he walked over to the chair Cat was sitting. He picked her up and situated her in his lap. Steven huffed his disbelief at the notion but turned on the console and put in Super Mario Brothers. He gave Cat an unhappy look. Sam saw her tighten the muscles in her jaws in response. A sure gesture that she was scowling at Steven. Sam smirked. No matter what, this was sure to be entertaining.

He adjusted her little hands over the controller and guided her mentally through the controls. She watched the opening screen. Steven started playing the first level, but his skills were pretty rough and ran into a Goomba. Cat saw her character and complained immediately.

"Wai iz Stavehn red an Cat green? No wannah be green!"

"Focus Cat." Cat huffed unhappily in exasperated response.
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Four hours later, Sam had to leave the room before he seriously died from laughter. Cat was better than Steven. Steven was beyond angry. The two were highly competitive. Steven would shout at her. She would squeak, stick her tongue out at him, and jump up and down in her chair to convey her anger. Only Sam knew why she was so good. She was reading Steven's mind. He knew where to go and what to do, he just didn't have the skill. Cat had the lightning reflexes to react to Steven's thoughts. At this point, Cat had made it to the fifth world for the tenth time. Steven had made it to fish world for the twentieth time. They'd awoken the beast in Ditto during that but thankfully Gabriel, Sam's Aggron, and Sam had been enough to calm the bad-tempered little thing.
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Another five hours and Sam had given up on trying to get them to stop playing and left them to it. Steven was adamant on beating Cat and Cat never quit- an unfortunate trait that she'd picked up from Sam. Ditto was sleeping beside him, like he always did and growled angrily every time they made a loud noise.

"Ignore them, Ditto..." Sam yawned. "... Steven will probably have a heart attack from all the excitement anyway."

Ditto growled again.
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Sam came downstairs the next morning, eight hours later, to find that the two were still at it.

"Have you slept at all?"

"Took a short break a few minutes ago... I have to beat this game... ... Augh!" Steven threw his controller down as he died. Again. Those gosh-darned flying fish. He glared at Cat who was dancing in her chair gleefully. Steven wagged a finger at her. "Young lady, I beat this game once and I can do it again! Just you wait- I've still got the skill in me... ... ... Somewhere."

"Hmm... All the while you're sitting in MY house wasting electricity," Sam commented.

Steven glared at him. "I don't like your Cat."

"I don't like you. So I guess we're even."
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Five hours later and Steven was nearing the moment in which he'd have to give up the console. Sam was ignoring them and trying to keep Ditto placated. Bulbasaur had walked in and watched the display of anger at the funny flashing box with a mix of distain and confusion. Whatever it was that they were doing- he didn't approve. Sam went back to watching, though he refused to take sides between Cat, who was like a daughter to him, and Steven, who was as close to a father as he'd ever had. If anything, he was grateful that he'd been able to substitute himself with Cat.

By the time they were nearing the twenty-four hour marker, Sam was standing directly in front of the clock watching as the seconds ticked by. Ditto was with him, also watching the clock, willing time to move faster.

Finally- 3:00 PM. Sam walked up to TV and shut it off. Steven and Cat had the exact same reaction for being hardcore rivals. Their jaws dropped with their controllers.

"Steven, take this stupid thing and go home. Cat- go to bed."

Steven and Cat looked at each other. They were silent until Cat yawned. Steven yawned right after her. Then he had an epiphany. "I have been up all night..."

"Yup."

"... Why did you let me do that?"

"Steven, you're supposed to be the responsible one."

[LightningTopaz]

That was very good--I hated those bridge stages too.

I'd like to see your responses to the other prompts--you are not required to use the one I post for each week

[Noteleks]

Week 1 Prompt - Poketizing a Fairytale.

So- this is sorta based off the legend of the Swan Lady. If you don't know who that is read the spoiler below with the *

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The Swan Lady of the White Lady is a very special creature. There are hundreds of tales about children who get lost in the mountains, or in remote villages, in the middle of snowstorms, and then are found safe and sound, calmly at home, wearing dry clothes and without a sign of having been cold, hungry, or afraid. All of them say a woman dressed in white approached them and filled their souls with peace and warmth before showing them the way back home. This is the Swan Lady. She is a beautiful woman who is half human and half force of nature. Immortal, she lives at her almost frozen lake in the mountains, surrounded by swans, watching after mortals and the danger they might face in winter.

Here is the actual one-shot thing that I wrote. :) The Swan Lady is represented by a Froslass- which is pretty much the exact opposite of the Swan Lady... But that's okay. It still works pretty well.

Humans... Always striving. Always clawing at the walls that surround them.

A small figure trundled through the storm, his scarf whipped around on the teeth of an icy blizzard gale.

But if there is one thing that can be said of humans-

The young boy's cheeks were red with frostbite, slowly becoming purple. His small baby teeth clattered together.

It is that they never give up.

He stared at the little puff of smoke he seemed to release with each breath he took, unaware of how far he was from home.

No matter how hard the task-

His once warm, fur-lined boots were just heavy and his feet were cold. Each step was becoming an effort through the rifts of snow.

How long the journey-

Miles from where he stood, was his village. So far away, he could not see even without the torrent of snow.

Or how great the adversity-

His hood was blown down again by the freezing wind. He pulled it back up and looked around the whiteness that surrounded him.

-They continuously move forward.

As he looked around, he realized he wasn't sure where he was anymore, but he knew where'd he'd been so he just kept walking forwards looking for that toy his sister had left in the snow.

Sometimes, they move forwards until they are so far from where they started that they can no longer find their way through the storm that engulfs them.

He didn't realize how lost he was. How far from home… Or how much danger he'd traversed into. The boy paused, staring at the ground. A lock of brown hair was sticking out of the snow.

Sometimes, they try to follow their old steps.

He picked it up in his mittened hand. It was the doll. His almost blue lips broke into a smile, pushing his dimples in. His blue eyes radiated the joy and pride that came with helping his baby sister. He turned around to follow his footsteps.

But sometimes, the option to retrace what one has done is not possible.

The boy's eyes widened. Flat, unmarked, glittering snow surrounded him- nothing more. Nothing less. He turned in a circle searching for his path- but he could not find it. He tucked the doll into his pocket and started moving where he thought he should go.

A pair ice-blue eyes surrounded with pale yellow scleras watched him carefully. She'd seen him come. Seen him take the doll. And now, she watched him leave with it. Only, he was not going from whence he came. He had started walking the wrong direction. She drifted across the snow quietly, hidden in a snowy cloak.

The boy fell into the snow. He blamed in on the lace that had come undone on his boot. She knew the truth- He'd weakened. He would not be able to continue. He would not make it home. The boy struggled to get back up, but he was tired and he wanted to rest. He looked in front of him dazedly, seeing a red ribbon floating in the icy wind. He looked further up into the purple skin behind the white mask and the ice-blue eyes with the yellow scleras.

A hand extended to him- it was small and had only three fingers. He took it and she helped him up. He breathed a small thank. The air around them warmed as she took in it's chill to keep herself cold while keeping contact with the boy. The moisture that had gathered inside his clothes fell away- leaving him dry. She handed him a yellow berry with odd green markings on it- he ate it after peeling the hard skin away and was surprised at the warmth that came with the albeit sour fruit. He smiled at her but she had no visible mouth to smile back at him.

She tugged on his hand till she had him turned around. She floated beside him, guiding him through the blizzard back to his home where his mother was calling for him with great worry in her voice. She let go of his hand. He smiled at her again and waved as he ran to his mother with happy 'thank you.'

She turned away and disappeared back into the snow- returning to her frozen lake in the highest peak of the mountains where many Swanna gathered after migrating to avoid the dreaded heat of summer.

Hear my voice on the icy gale? Hear your name in howl of the snow and ice around you when you have lost your way? I am always watching- watching for any lost soul amongst the frozen lands. Be not afraid, come follow me and I will guide you home.

[LightningTopaz]

I would've used a Swanna, but that's just me

[Noteleks]

Your prompt this week:

"So you want to be a master of Pokémon?"

If you could give a new trainer advice for their journey, what would you tell them?

Well, here's this one... It's really dark but kinda humorous at the same time. I also considered having the advice be, 'Don't bother wasting money on all those pokeballs and trying to catch them all cuz someone out there (Red) has already done it. Professor Whoever can just go ask Professor Oak." But that would have been really short. So... I went with this.

'Don't go on such a huge adventure,' she said. 'You're too young!' she said. 'It's dangerous!' she said. 'Some shiny pieces of metal aren't worth it!' she said. 'Settle down and find a husband and lead a simple life with your Pokemon,' she said.

I scoffed in her face. 'Are you kidding me? I'm going- I can handle anything. I'm not a child anymore,' I had declared so proudly. So foolishly.

Her face fell. I waited to hear what she'd say next. 'Well, at least let me safe some of you money so you can have some cash to fall back on if you need it,' she said.

'I won't need it- I'll battle trainers and win all the money I'll ever need. And those 'shiny pieces of metal' are called badges and they're really important,' I shot back coldly. She sighed in defeat. I smirked. I left.

And Arceus, was she right.

Now, not even half a year later, here I am lying in a hospital bed covered in bandages. I'll never walk again. No brainer- I don't even have legs anymore. My face is torn to shreds. Intense damage has been done to all my internal organs and I was told that I'd never have kids. I'll never live to see 40. I'm drop-dead poor and struggling to pay for all my hospital treatment. And to top it all off, all my Pokemon are dead.

Why?

Because I went on my adventure. Because that adventure was as dangerous as she said. Because I was too young. Because I didn't settle down and live a happy simple life with my Pokemon. I went on my adventure. I fought trainer, Gym Leader, and Team Galactic. I underestimated Cyrus- I was just a kid and he's… He's a total psycho. I was chasing them at Lake Valor. He blew it up and got me along with it. Oh, and those shiny pieces of metal that were so precious? The case they were in exploded in the heat blast and they had to dig the badges out of my flesh and the surrounding trees.

But really, in the end, I ended up like this for one, simple, clear reason and one only. I didn't listen to my mother. I have no one to blame but myself.

The pestering news reporter kept waving the microphone in my face. "Is there any advice that you'd like to offer up-coming trainers?"

I glared at her in irritation. Pain shot through all the muscles in my face as I forced myself to speak. "Yeah… Listen your mother because she'll be right in the end."

-Inspired by all those 'I should have listened to my mother' quotes. :P