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Two of a Kind1. Soulsilver
"Ehehe, you are so cute!" Kotone pinched the bridge of his nose. Silver scoffed bitterly, slapping her hand away.
"Stop that," he muttered grimly. Silver cursed mentally to feel the heat rushing to his face.
The brunette giggled sweetly. "You're especially cute when you're grumpy." She poked his nose and flashed a small smile, making him fluster.
"Ehehe, you are so cute!" N pinched the bridge of her nose. White yelped like a little girl and gripped the young man's wrist.
"I am not a Pokémon. You know that, right?" She asked irritatingly. White cursed mentally to feel the heat rushing to her face.
The greenette chuckled amusingly. "You're so cute just like a little Eevee." He poked her nose and flashed a small smile, making her fluster.
"You are never alone. Remember that. I'm always here for and with you."
Silver stared at the girl in front of her. Kotone was playing tag with the Pokémon. Smiles and laughter fill
Sincerest Apologies It was a sunny morning. The sun beamed blissfully above the heads of many. People and Pokémon walked and laughed as they basked in their daily lives. Only one, however, stood in silence; mouth forming a straight scowling line. Her hair was pulled into two little pigtails. Her attire was nothing of the usual since ever she started her adventure. Only her hat was absent, instead gripped in her grasp and flapped slowly as a fan to her face. The girl scoffed louder, not hesitating to flash her impatience and annoyance. Typhlosion stood beside the grumbling girl, his red eyes carefully focusing on the human.
She glanced at her Pokégear for the hundredth time. It's been an hour! Her mind screamed as her hazel eyes focused on the time. She knew he would be hesitant to see her today. But that doesn't mean he should rudely go to this extent.
Especially not on her birthday.
The scorching rays of the sun hit
Perpetual Proginetor1. Kitchen
"Let's see, how to cook eggs." Silver muttered to himself as he scanned around the kitchen. One finger tapping his mouth, he eyed the fridge. A cocky chuckle blew off his lips. Feet walking toward the refrigerator, Silver opened it and took out an egg. He scoffed arrogantly, palm cozily holding the hard shell. "This will be easy."
Switching the grill on, Silver placed a small pot on top of the lighting fire and poured some oil on it. As he did, his mind wandered to the sleeping Kotone in their room. For some apparent reason, Silver decided to surprise her in making breakfast. He knew Kotone did most of the cooking. It wasn't that she was ordered to.
No. What annoyed Silver was the fact that she didn't believe him when it came to him cooking.
An egoistic scoff wheezed through gritted teeth. "Saying I can't cook. Please." Huffing his chest in pride, Silver raised his hand slightly and gently cracked the egg on the pot's end.
He then stopped when the egg didn't show a sp
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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