Fiction · Writing

Trainer Orange Ep. 46

Red flicked his hat up and threw the worn Pokeball.

Charizard roared, spewing flames from his belly.

Lance’s Dragonite clasped her hands together and rolled her neck. Smoke blew from her nostrils and smashed her tail against the Earth shaking the crowd in their seats.

The announcer ran his flag down and Charizard stormed into the sky and Dragonite was hot on his tail. The play-by-play caller was always an attack or six behind. Charizard’s Flamethrowers sizzled Dragonite’s collar, but she was too quick. Dragonite mangled Charizard’s tail, slowing his flight to a glide, then a dive.

Dragonite’s Dragon Pulse met Charizard’s Flamethrower lips to lips and exploded. The smoke blew through the crowd and silenced everyone. The smoke shifted side to side, Charizard was the first to roar, then Dragonite gave a scream. She sank to the stadium, crashing, Charizard flew through the smoke and halted in front of her. Charizard’s Fireblast surprised Dragonite and her Protect was late. Smoke blew off of Dragonite, than her eyes met his.

Franklin’s favorite part, Lance and Red, never uttered a command. Lance’s arms crossed and locked eyes with Red’s. The battle played out different in each of their battles, this was Charizard v Dragonite six. Dragonite won three, and her last match mostly.

Dragonite channeled her Hyper Beam, Charizard charged his Overheat, then screen turned to a commercial for Poke food.

“What! How could they! Franklin! Franklin, what happens!”

Frankin heard Daisy, felt her, pulling at his sleeve, “Charizard ties the series with that one.”

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Poetry · Writing

Logic

I’ve been outta my mind

feel like my life ain’t mine.

On the outside looking in

still in line tryin to fit me in

before they drop the firing pin

we all have to live with sin.

Who can relate? 

I just gotta stay alive

pray one day you’ll be mine

need a little night in the day

sleep under the sun set,

Who can relate?

Poetry · Writing

Hide & Seek

I’ve never been good at seeking.

Stuffed under a rock behind

your mom’s old wagon

was always my first guess.

Running along the padded

bed of roses, never thought

to check further.

Why would anyone go that far?

Hiding was always easy.

You can hide in plain sight,

the seeker never looked to close.

Always in the neighbors backyard

or in the basement under

the ping-pong table.
I was right behind you.

Poetry · Writing

Do you?

I just want to hear it.

Your words stayed on my lips

Everlasting taste stays with me

like you walking with me in

a meadow with two doe’s

side by side.  I think about

that day like it was tomorrow.

That day will play in my brain

like It’s a Wonderful Life on Christmas.

You tasted like honey,

was a wonderful day.

Tell me once, and it will be

Christmas,

Do you?

 

Poetry · Writing

Nothing Mountain

King a top the mountain

gate shined bright, blinding

the subjects below. Tears

filled the lake rushing through

the mountain.

The only show of life.

Aluminum and cigarette buds

made most of the layers.

None would venture near,

except the waves of life

dribbling around the edges.

Fish swimming upcurrent

pass the weary travelers

looking for a mountain

to lay a flag.

Poetry · Writing

Yesterday Night

set is done, his smile gleams brighter

then the flash.

Ashes fall from her cigarette;

Base rest on her shoulder

drink gone warm. Gone cold

to his touch, frailty falls from her lips.

Where have you been,

nights gone cold. Warn to his trust,

it’s the down side to him. 

Base rest on her shoulder

drink gone warn. Toast gone cold,

the time was nine high, yesterday.

Where have you been,

nights gone cold.