It was a dark and stormy night. The shadowed clouds blew through the sky, attempting to escape the impending doom that fell upon the world. The wind howled like mothers mourning their children — loud, desolate, fearful. The trees and plants swayed unsteadily through the wind, chancing the fall that would come with a sickening crack. The sense of trepidation was upon the earth, and the darkness enclosed the land like a predator cornering its prey. The shadows came, without a sound, without emotion, without mercy. Suddenly, and ostrich on roller skates wielding two flaming torches while juggling five tennis ba

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PGT - Round Two: Alexander vs. Sebastian

Alexander sleepily watched the announcers proclaim the next round of the Grand Tour. It was an overcast day, and he watched someone yawn quietly as the meaningless words swept over the crowd of tired, gray people. Alexander caught the words "contest", "appeal round" and "opponents", as the bright warble of the announcer faded away. Suddenly, the impact of the words hit him. "Wait," Alexander called out, his voice quavering through the audience, "we have to perform?" The announcer smiled reassuringly towards Alexander's general direction. "Well, it's mostly your Poke

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White Light

I was about nine years old when I went to a ranch for the first time. It was a pretty small place, as the ranch only contained about three horses. There were two mares and one stallion. How did I know that? I checked, obviously. I was there with my sister, Mary. Mary was my twin, and we had a special connection. She really loved horses. I remember watching her draw equine after equine, trying to portray the life that each horse had while running. In my opinion, horses were all right. They weren't my favorite animal or anything, but I could tolerate them. That's why I agreed to go visit my grandparents' ranch with Mary. I believe

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From the Ashes

Dear Lucian, I know you haven't seen me in a while, and I miss you greatly. I've been doing pretty well here, in my own little world. I even got a job as an animal doctor. It helps to know a bit of alchemy on the side, especially when a very sick beast confronts me. Anyway, that's all I have been doing lately. So— I looked up. Standing in front of me was a young man with blonde hair and a dark blue backpack. He awkwardly coughed, holding out a black folder to me. I mentally slapped myself. I didn't even hear the doorbell ring to signal that people came into my clinic. How long had he been stan

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Phoenix

The crackling of fire and the insufferable heat was what woke me up. I inhaled the intense scent of the inferno, but with a hint of something else. Death. My eyes shot open. I was laying in the center of what seemed to be a battlefield, or at least what used to be one. I coughed as I sat up, my eyes stinging from the smoke in the air. Bodies. They were everywhere. Young ones, old ones, both men and women. The corpses that lay nearest to me were blackened by the fire, half burnt by the dying sparks. The last remnants of fire licked up at any sign of life still left in the earth. I watched as a young sapling exploded into flames, letting of

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Friends Never Say Goodbye

Grant woke up to the clamorous sound of both his alarm clock and his cell phone ringing at the same time. Groaning, he turned over in his bed and slapped his alarm clock vaguely until it finally stopped making noise. Yawning, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. The rays of sunshine permeated through Grant’s window, lighting up his lightly colored skin. Grant pushed his messy brown hair out of his eyes. Finally, he picked up his phone and answered it. “Grant Kale here.” “Oh, thank goodness,” a male voice cried out, “I’ve been calling for the past half hour. Where have you been?R

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Team Requiem

Blackness surrounded the Vulpix as he growled menacingly towards the darkness. A burst of flame escaped his mouth as he readied himself for the battle. Through the still night, the only sound that broke the silence was the murmur of wind blowing through the grass. The Vulpix eyed his surroundings. All was still. Suddenly, a shadowy figure burst from the tall grass, roaring a sound that split the night. The Vulpix shifted its stance, but otherwise did not move. His eyes narrowed. “What do you want?” The figure paused for a second, its glinting, fera

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Round One: Alexander vs. Kai

It was a warm, sunny day as Alexander walked up the gangway of the S. S. Grand Tour. Wingulls soared over the port as an odd Pelipper or two dove for the Magikarps in the blue water. Alexander had never been on a cruise ship before, although he couldn’t say the same for some individuals he saw lugging large suitcases up the gangway. Eyeing the crowds of people warily, he handed his ticket to the ticket collector and entered the massive cruise liner. As he walked into a ballroom full of chatting trainers and pokemon, Alexander slowly walked across the room, flinching every time someone brushed against him. As he reached t

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