You failed to mention that :-p I thought it was a fanfic.
You failed to mention that :-p I thought it was a fanfic.
It sort of is xD I mean I don't know xD point is that it's original and that I'm thinking of putting it here. But I can't decide on whether to make it Pokemon or original.
I'm debating Riya or Shira for the new Meloetta
I'd read it, but like Feliciano said, depends what it is.
I think it'll be interesting, nonetheless ;)
@Feliciano; You need a semicolon for the mentions to work.
Derp. Fixed now.
original fics are usually hard to attract a crowd here in the writer's workshop because well, this is a pokemon forum. :P but like me you can gain some popularity, you just have to really push for it and be a good writer.
You don't gotta worry about Stellar Haze being a good writer ;)
In fact, my upcoming two things I mentioned before have nothing to do with pokemon, they're original, but I feel that a lot of people will still regardless like and read them.
It all depends on what the subject is :P
I pulled that image from some D&D fanart. That's not a beggar's cloak, it's a thief's cloak. But I find that D&D is surprisingly helpful when looking for inspiration for pseudo-mideaval swords-and-sorcery worlds.
heyyyy. working on a new one-shot. :o
little excerpt of what i've got so far.
Goldenrod and the 4H stone,
The things I bought you,
When I found out you had cancer of the bone...
I shuffled my feet sheepishly. Maybe I was being too considerate, or just a good person. I hoped she would like them anyway.
She turned to me, gave me a smile, but I could sense the fear surrounding her. In all honesty, I was just as scared.
“How was your day, despite the fact that you found out you have cancer?” I asked as she rummaged through the boxes and pulled out my gifts I had bought for her.
“Can't complain... I was worried about telling you and my friends, but not as worried as telling my dad.” She sighed and picked picked up the goldenrod, admiring the yellow petals for a while before looking for a vase in the kitchen cabinet of her apartment.
She gave me a look that reminded me of the time when I asked a stupid question. That must have been a stupid question.
“You know as well as I do that my father was diagnosed with bone cancer a while back but was cured. He'd feel bad for passing on his disease to me, and he'd grieve for God knows how long. I just want him to be happy; he's lost Mom already.”
“I know, I know.” I nodded solemnly, my head bobbing up and down rhythmically. I remembered that incident two months ago with her mother. I knew she still kept pictures of her mom somewhere and still grieved herself, but not as much as her father who was devastated.
“Just call him. I'll be here for guidance if you need anything.” I suggested as she filled her newly found vase with water and placed the goldenrod inside.
“Oh come on, May. I'll be fine, I swear. I got this, alright?” She argued, putting the vase on her windowsill and admiring her work for a bit before facing me again. She didn't look happy.
“Please, Savanna, I'm only trying to help. I want the best for you and I don't want to put as much pressure as you already have on you from your dad. I swear I won't bug you; I'll just sit here quietly and listen and give you reassuring pats and gestures, okay?”
At first, Savanna looked doubtful, but after great hesitation she finally agreed. Biting her lip, she picked up the house telephone resting on the granite tops of her kitchen counter and dialed her father's number.
Your father cried on the telephone,
And he drove his car into the Navy yard,
Just to prove that he was sorry...
The minute she told him, a tiny voice in my brain kept saying that it was probably the wrong idea and a big mistake. It was, in actuality. I could hear the sound of disbelief, then Savanna correcting her father, and then the sobs.
These were terrible, loud, racking sobs. I bet people outside in the bustling streets of Jacksonville, Florida could hear him.
Savanna let him grieve for a while, closing her eyes and slowly shaking her head as he continued on, blabbering something about her mother and how he blamed himself on everything bad that had happened to her.
Finally, she had had enough and began to reason with her father, trying to drive back some sense in him. I could see she was beginning to lose hope because her father continued nevertheless. I took her hand, and she gave a grateful, and heartfelt look towards me. I smiled back, trying to keep her spirits up.
But her determination grew into shock, “Wait, Dad... What? You're... What now? What are you doing? Stop... Don't...” The sound of the line being broken alerted me and she drew away the phone from her ear.
One look was all it took for me to know that something went wrong. Her green eyes were wide and sparkled with fear. She took my hand and lead me outside her apartment towards her car. When I asked where we were going she said, “To the Navy yard, to meet my father.”
Of course I was shocked when I saw her father standing near his little white Honda, tears glistening in his eyes and his fingers latched together in front of him. Savanna jumped out of the car, me trailing behind as she ran towards him and threw her arms around him. He began to cry just as hard as he did over the phone on her shoulder, and then I heard him breathe how sorry he was, and how the drive here was just to prove that.
“No, Dad... You didn't have to do all this... You know I'm going to be fine, I'm a big girl, I can handle this.” It reminded me of what she told me before she called her father. Savanna was always a very independent person, believing that she could do whatever on her own. She seemed to have no limits sometimes.
“But you're also my baby girl... My one and only; you're the only one left.” His voice was barely audible above a whisper and I was surprised I was even able to hear it.
In the minute Savanna drew away her arms from her father's back, he crumpled to the ground on his knees, hands clasped together in prayer as he looked towards the sky and began to mumble pleads to God. His hands were shaking along with his voice, letting me know the raw power and emotion he was showing in this.
Savanna and I could do nothing but watch him pray, and bow our heads solemnly. Whenever I stole glances at him, I saw him as pitiful, weak, and frightened. For his sake, I would protect Savanna.
It was for my sake as well.
In the morning, through the window shade,
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade,
I could see what you were reading...
I had slept over at Savanna's that night, keeping my promise in protecting her with all my might. I had to protect her, it was my duty from now on.
But then again, it always was, ever since she and I met all those years ago.
I watched her as she flipped through the seventh Harry Potter book. She had already read the series, but was reading it again. Backwards. I smiled as I remembered she and I joking about it, and how it was pointless, but interesting nonetheless.
I was sitting across the room from her, on the leather reclining chair and watching the sun's light shine down on her pale skin and touch the pages of the bestselling book. Her eyes went back and forth as they scanned the pages, then her fingers moving as they flicked from one page to the next.
Savanna was a beautiful girl, one I had always admired, always hung out with, and one I always loved. I should have showed more emotion towards the fact that she had cancer, but I had a feeling that she would get through it. Hopefully.
But, living or dead, she would always remain a beauty in my eyes. A diamond in a sea of oil; she was just that outstanding.
All the glory that the Lord has made,
And the complications you could do without,
When I kissed you on the mouth...
i made this from a christian aspect by the way. :U
Lol, I was gonna type the next chapter for my fic today but completely forgot XD. I'll have time tomorrow though, so it's not that bad :D