Kuzcopia

Part 1: Amethyst Caldwell, the Pokemon trainer! “Today’s the day I get that badge!” “We’ll see about that.” Green eyes, green shoes, green stripes over his pants which were as red as the scarf he had around his neck, under his fluffy helmet of hair. Burgh enlarged a pokéball in his hand. “Here’s my first choice.” He threw the pokéball and from it came his Whirlipede. I have just the thing for your poisonous bug… “Time to shine, Narcisa.” She was wearing her usual outfit: black ballerina-flats, a red bow to keep her hair in place and a knee-length dr

Part 1: Amethyst Caldwell, the Pokemon trainer! “Today’s the day I get that badge!” “We’ll see about that.” Green eyes, green shoes, green stripes over his pants which were as red as the scarf he had around his neck, under his fluffy helmet of hair. Burgh enlarged a pokéball in his hand. “Here’s my first choice.” He threw the pokéball and from it came his Whirlipede. I have just the thing for your poisonous bug… “Time to shine, Narcisa.” She was wearing her usual outfit: black ballerina-flats, a red bow to keep her hair in place and a knee-length dr

-- What follows is a preview made of the first chapter of the story written for the OC Annabela Christie in the world of Dr. Who. More information on the comment section -- Part 1: The memory that wouldn't die. The world was green. Her shy 12 year old eyes blinked and it then twisted and morphed, the sun turned red and then blue. The air was heavy and she was surrounded by weird machinery in the form of floors and ceiling and walls as far as the horizon could reach, all pulsing with a purplish tint, all dark as night. Her sleepy head then thought the sun was just a big light-bulb in the ceiling, a far away ceiling, as far as the sky. And t

Paradox Tournament Round 1 – Kiba VS Andra She was looking at him, worried, yearning. "Jake…don't leave me?" "Never." "Really?" "Heh, trust me, I may be crazy. But not nearly crazy enough to leave you." Her smile vanished, blurred and wiped as his consciousness gradually regained control over his senses. It took him a few minutes to realize what was happening. To notice he was underwater, and in spite of that, breathing quite normally. He then felt something brushing against his chest, beneath his shirt. He reached it, and grabbed hold of it. He felt something cylindrical. "That which you have felt against your chest is a

Flickering fluttering lives the candle, till its mind's content and brings heart's demise, it flickers and flutters in the night. All alone, in the night. Left by heat, left by wind, left by friends and left by fiend. No hope, no end in sight, no pause of relief, except for when it dies. And still the wax burns, and the flame flickers bright, 'till the end comes nigh, as a horrible surprise. It knows it's without purpose, that no one's sharing the light, but it can't stop burning, it's how it's alive! All alone, in the night. Abandoned without a fight. Suffering and dying, it's how it's alive. For other people's sake, but there's no one i

Part 1: Amethyst Caldwell, the Pokemon trainer! “Today’s the day I get that badge!” “We’ll see about that.” Green eyes, green shoes, green stripes over his pants which were as red as the scarf he had around his neck, under his fluffy helmet of hair. Burgh enlarged a pokéball in his hand. “Here’s my first choice.” He threw the pokéball and from it came his Whirlipede. I have just the thing for your poisonous bug… “Time to shine, Narcisa.” She was wearing her usual outfit: black ballerina-flats, a red bow to keep her hair in place and a knee-length dr