Jakey-the-snakey

 It was a strange feeling. To open your eyes and see nothing, that is. It’s as if you hadn’t opened your eyes at all, but you know you had. That’s what I experienced when I opened my eyes as I lay on the ground. At least I assumed it was the ground. It was hard, cold, ridged, and painful to my back. I thought it smart to stand, and so I did. Slowly pushing off of the ground and to my feet, I looked around. There was nothing to see and the only sound was that of small clicks and drips of water droplets as they slowly lost their grip on the ceiling and fell to the earth, slamming into it and exploding into a dozen more beads. Tha

A Lake of Blood            Celadon City, where the grass grows green and the trees grow tall. It was a peaceful place filled with people who loved to stop and smell the roses. Today was Sunday, and rightfully so. It was warm and sunny and the Oddish hopped around while the Butterfrees danced in the gentle breeze. Because of all of this beautiful scenery, Celadon was a bit crowded today. As peaceful as it was, nobody would have suspected anything rotten to be going on, and that was exactly why it was happening.           “We’ll move to Celadon and from there we will cut south and transport ourselves inconspicuously across the wat

A Pool of Blood On the back edge of Fuchsia, somewhat hidden by the Safari Zone, lies a dark, empty theatre. Or “so was believed by everybody. Some say that the theatre is just abandoned. Others say it’s haunted. But it’s agreeable that nobody goes in, nobody comes out. It is a deserted place. It was the hideout and head quarters of one of the most sick, disturbed group of people known to man. By now, many overlook the place, but walking by it can still give anyone an odd feeling. A feeling of… insanity?          “AAAAAAAHHH HAHAHAHA!! Say it again!”          “Uh… Antigone?”          “A

The Discovery of One Mr. Arnold Brown   Located in Saffron City was a tall corporation building. It was more in the back of the city, near the edge, but it stood tall over all the others. Everyone in town knew of its existence, but that was about all they knew. Few of them ever went in. Few of them knew the company’s name. Few of them knew anything about it. Those few were Haka-Dan members.    The tall building contained just about nothing of importance. However, if one were to get to a certain room on the ground level, they’d discover a staircase which would lead them down underground. Upon entering the code into a keypad, an i

Oh God. I had no idea where I was. It was dark, damp, and the air was thick and heavy with the foul feeling of death and despair. I couldn’t remember how I got here. All I could remember was pain. Head pain. My head was throbbing and my ears were pulsing. I winced. My head felt heavy and my arms were light. It was hard to keep them at my sides. I reached up to hold my head and felt my hair. It was standing straight up. Good Lord, what was happening? It was then I figured out what was happening. I didn’t know how it happened or why it had happened, but I was upside down. With much pain and work, I bent over and felt my ankles. I wa

It was rather late now. The busy streets of Jubilife City had been cleared almost completely. A few people wondered here and there, but there was much more elbow room than there was a few hours ago. The time was somewhere between midnight and one in the morning. Looking at the watch found on a wrist, one would see that it was exactly 12:45. “It’s 12:45.” Said Giovanni, looking at the watch found on his wrist. “Good,” replied the man who was walking with Giovanni. He was a tall, slender man with an… interesting sense of fashion. He wore a nice, clean dress shirt that was kept untucked. It had a horizontal zig

Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Sinnoh, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their leaders' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their leaders' rage, Which, but their team mates’ end, nought could remove, Is now the next hour’s traffic of your page; The which if you with patient eyes do read, What here shall miss, our toil sha