Hey gang, since I can't really post these in my "Look" fan-fic, I thought I would post some of my shorter works here. All comments, critism, or tips welcome!

So, I guess I'll start with one that should get a few lulz outta the reader.

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“Pokemon world 2010- A look at current events”

Pokeballs are just man-made, hinged spheres that transfer Pokemon matter into energy.

Capture Stylers are just arena-trap device mounted on a wrist strap used to temporarily put a Pokemon under your control.

The whole PC Storage System is just one big data bank of transferred Pokeman matter stored as energy and data.

Pokemon healing machines are nothing more than energy batteries that pump the energy back into the Pokemon, where as Potions are liquids and sprays that renew a Pokemons energy. This energy allows them to pit themselves against other Pokemon for cash rewards and power. Sweet, sweet power.

Pokedexs are nothing but field guides and source books, providing a certain amount of ease to Pokemon trainers.

Pokemon are constantly being created in labs. Porygon, made out of computer data. Is this really natural?Porygon 2 was just compiled over in Johto. Arceus knows what Porygon-Z will be like.

Cinibar Island, mostly destroyed. Some say due to the underwater volcano. I say due to a terribly powerful man-made Pokemon going berserk.

Grimers, Muks, Koffings, Wheezings, all of them, polluting the water. Studies show that these Poison-Types do not have a natural amount of toxins inside them- the toxin level is too high.

Ditto, the Transform Pokemon, is a pink, jell-like creature. No bones, no nerves. Studies show that two Dittos, or, Ditti, cannot produce an off spring. So here’s the question- Where do they all come from?

Everyday, we’re finding out how to Evolve certain Pokemon using mysterious items, methods, and locations.

All over the world, strange occurrences are happening. A bright fire from the top of the tower in Ercuteak. Massive flood in Hoenn. Time ripping itself apart from the top of Mt. Coronet. A eruption at Mt. Stark. An alien Pokemon from Hoenn. Alien Pokemon in Mt.Moon.

This whole crazy world continues to advance in making new technology, discovering new Pokemon- But at what cost? Everyday, one evil team or another is up to no good, and we leave it to some kids to save us. Either deceased Pokemon are being tampered with, a company raided, a radio tower is hi-jacked, some eco-freaks want this or that, some Slowpoke tails are being whacked off, or some extremist wants to create life again as he sees fit. And why? To prove a silly point? To gain “Rare and powerful Pokemon for the glory of Team Rocket”? To expand the land or sea? Why? When will we all band together and solve (or resolve) things together?

New discoveries come at a cost. Men snap, go insane, at trying to make a new world. Power hungry men forget their morals, their family. Sides conflict over views that are balanced as they are. It’s all pointless. Pointless, pointless…..

This world is so mad that we need a Global Police Force, an International Police agency, and Pokemon Ranger units to make sure things run smoothly. Have we lost the ability to maintain our own world? Have we become so caught up in Pokemon and their capabilities and secrets to take care for ourselves?

Just reported, a boy, amazingly talented at Pokemon battling, went crazy on Mt. Silver training his Pokemon. A Gym Leader in Sunnyshore City is constantly depressed. I wonder why.

Power, technology, silly, radical dreams- These aren’t natural to the world of Pokemon. They never have been, never will be. There was a time long ago when people and Pokemon loved together in peace, nothing modern to obscure their serenity, their equality. But now we’re Evolving Magikarps to fast, making ‘em go all crazy and what have you. Sure, Evolutionary Stones are one thing, but radio waves?


I urge every single one of you, those willing to right this world, this world on the brink of chaos, to help me spread this message. Tell everyone you know, everyone you meet- tell them to stop this insanity. I can’t be the only one who notices. There has to be others. Together we can restore order everywhere and return to living peacefully with Pokemon as true companions, not tools of violence. Thank you for your time.
The Game.

nice one shot story keep it up man. also POKEMON FOREVER. XD

That's pretty good. I wish you good luck with that story.
Hoping to see how it ends

DarkDen : No, these are just one-shots, like a short story. That was the end.

JazzCoon : Oh lol. Well it was a good one shot story. Good luck with all your other stories etc

Thanks for all the comments! Heres another one-shot I wrote that got some people wondering....

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“To be a Master”

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It all unfolded slowly- He and his amazing Pokemon, training for years in that God forsaken mountain, the eerie silence that seemed to echo down the rock corridors, the satisfaction of making his Pokemon, his partners, his best friends, becoming some of strongest pocket monsters in the world.

Apparently, however, not the strongest.

But he was, due to the title, a Champion at one point. Some would even say, due to his incredibly strong Pokemon, a Master, a Pokemon Master. He had truly mastered Pokemon and all of it’s aspects. Catching rare, unique creatures, Training simple Pokemon to their highest, and Battled with extreme talent.

And the sacrifice, oh, the terrible sacrifice of prestige. He left home at a young age, traveled around the land, risking his life to stop a criminal force known as Team Rocket, and defeated the terribly powerful Elite 4.

But that was only the tip of the iceberg.

After becoming Champion, a law was passed. After the Kanto-Johto War, the two neighboring Regions agreed to open up to one another, building a connecting Route to cross the Regional Border. They even collaborated the construction of Ferries and, more importantly, the Magnet Train, boosting both Regions infrastructure.

This, at first, seemed great to the “Pokemon Master”. This new law allowed him to train at that cold, formidable mountain that divided the Kanto-Johto landmass. Mt.Silver.pokemon there were strong, the endless caverns were damp and chilled. For 3 years, 3 long, torturous years, he and his Pokemon lived off of bland food rations and raw Zubat. Yes, Zubat. The mighty “Master” had to resort to slaughter. But what was slaughter of innocent Pokemon when you were the best? His only parent, his mother, worried about him of course, but he never checked in with her. He was to busy becoming a god among lesser Trainers. He never checked in with Elite 4 base, causing one of the former Champions to resume his title. He didn’t even tell his old Rival or mentor where he was going. That was his past. His weak, pitiful past.

Oh, he had sacrificed, that was for sure. His friends, his family, and even his sanity. But not his Pokemon. No, never his friends. These were his true family now, up on the freezing summit. They enjoyed the raw Zubat as much as he did. He had sacrificed a lot.

Perhaps that was why he was speechless at his defeat.

He had thought this new border law would only make him stronger, but he was wrong, terribly wrong. At that poin the hated that stupid border law.
Some punk kid, a little brat who had got lucky, managed to make it to the top Mt.Silver. This guy, with some Fire-Badger- thing and a stupid smirk on his face had apparently started his journey in some town smaller than his own home town. Just some mediocre Trainer from Johto. Since when was Johto known for strong Trainers?

But the fact remains that this kid had went on the same kind of journey, beat the same Elite 4 more or less, and had gathered 16 total Gym Badges- he had completed the Kanto Gym Circuit as well as the Johto one, something the so called “Master” overlooked to do while training on Mt.Silver.

The fact remains that this kid with a golden hat had done the same things, and more, things then he ever did, and defeated the oh-so powerful “Master’s” team of perfectly tuned Pokemon. Not even the skill of his prized Pikachu triumphed against this Johto-blooded Trainer and his array of superb Pokemon.

He was always silent, sure, but when his last Pokemon, his Charizard, hit the cold ground, knocked out, he couldn’t even comprehend speaking to the person that bested him. In a matter of minutes the mighty Pokemon Master was the loser, he had fell from grace, he…..he had failed. He and his Pokemon both, failed. He was no longer a Champion, Master, or anything else but a failure, a loser.

He couldn’t say anything.

He ran past the victor, petting his Pokemon after winning, and ran down towards the base of the mountain. All he could hear was silence. Sickening silence. Silence that reminded him of all the hard work, all he had to sacrifice, all the time he had wasted- just to be beaten by some lousy Johto kid.

He kept running even after he exited the mountain. He didn’t care which direction he was going, he didn’t care about his injured Pokemon that needed to be healed. He didn’t care how bright the sunshine was. He didn’t care he couldn’t even hear his own thoughts, the only thing there was silence. Sickening, sickening silence.

He didn’t remember passing out from exhaustion, but he awoke in his old room in Pallet Town, still the same as it was over 3 years ago. He doesn’t remember what words his friends and family told him as he was resting in bed….heck, he doesn’t remember how long it took until he got out of bed and walked around.

He does remember never leaving his house again. He remembers never talking again, except to his mother and his mentor, Professor Oak, and even that was rare nowadays as Professor Oak took routine trips to Johto and even Sinnoh at times. He remembers not hearing from his Old Rival again, Blue Oak. He had a gym to run now, or so his mother said. He remembers not battling his Pokemon ever again, or even speaking of such a thing.

He remembers the cold, dark mountain he lost himself in, the years of training, he remembers the Johto-kid’s name: Gold. Fitting really.
He also remembers the deathly silence that truly overtook him at his loss……

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