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This is the weirdest, and probably the most stupid, feeling that I have ever had. I have a writer's block. Something that every writer experiances. What I want to know is how I should get rid of it and how long it might take? It is something that is stunting the progress of my career and this roadblock must be removed as soon as possible. So any who get to read this will you please give me some advice as to try and get rid of this vile menace?
 kaynedragoon · Wed Nov 12, 2008 @ 09:28am · 0 Comments |
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Smelling the cold air was very soothing. Sitting against the tree, the boy sat and palmed his pokeball. What pokemon was inside of it was a mystery to him. While on his usual walk through the forest he found it. He was very curious to find out what was inside of it, but he was also very cautious about it. He didn't want to unleash a very dangerous pokemon that he wouldn't be able to control. The only one thing that he did know about this pokemon was that it was probably very powerful by the markings on the pokeball. The top half of it, which was normally red was black and had gold symbols all over it. He wanted to find out right now what it was, but he knew that it would be better if he took it to the professor before opening it. The professor would know how to deal with it if the pokemon was too powerful. Standing up, he put the pokeball in the back pocket of his pack and began walking back home. Once he reached the edge of the forest the boy stopped and quickly hid behind a tree. There was a group of fire pokemon walking together. There was a Flareon, a Camerupt, a Typhlosion, and a very large Houndoom. The intimidating leader of this group was very aggressive and hated to see humans. So the boy waited behind the tree, shaking, as he watched the group slowly walk away. He sighed as he thought they had left, but as he turned away from the tree he had come face to face with the Houndoom. Having never been this close, he never noticed the scars that were laid across his face. The Houndoom didn't growl, or snarl as he usually did, rather he turned and walked away after his companions. Being scared out of his wits the boy quickly ran the rest of the way home, hoping that he wouldn't come into contact with any other pokemon on the way there. Coming up to his small home, he quickly opened his door, since he usually left it unlocked, and shut it behind him. He normally wasn't scared of any pokemon, even the mighty Tyranitar, but coming face to face with that Houndoom was the most terrifying thing he had ever experianced. A loud beep went off to his right and jarred him from his fright. It was his computer recieving a call. Probably from the professor. The boy took of his pack while sitting down in the chair at the computer desk. Touching the mouse slightly the computer came on and and answered the call. "Zeph, thank goodness you picked up. Are you alright lad?" Indeed it was the professor. His face looked paler than it usually did. "Yes professor Oak. I'm fine, just very startled."
kaynedragoon · Fri Aug 01, 2008 @ 10:13am · 0 Comments |
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