Hello... Hello..... Alright this is my first "story". It is about one of my favorite
pokemon. It is a very short fic told in the pokemons POV...... Oh yeah I DO own
pokemon. I won the copyrights from Satoshi Tajari in a quick pokemon match
yesterday... Stupid man, he actually thought his beloved little Pikachu Could beat
my Typhloson.....very...Stupid.......
Hated
By Murkrow
I am the one, the one that is hated, the one that is feared, the one that is alone.
I am a Murkrow, one of the few of my kind to be exact. I am of the kind of
pokemon that the humans have labeled "evil" or "dark" just because of our fondness
of the night and our great powers. I am the one of that kind that the humans have
come to hate the most.
I really don't know why, I haven't really done anything to them. They say
that I am the bringer of bad luck and misfortune. They say that my appearance is an
omen of death. I laugh at there stupidity and there ignorance, I have never brought
anyone "badluck" to anyone. Maybe one of my cousins Houndoom or Houndour
has but that is there doing.... Why must they label me with there hatred for my kind?
They stereotype me as being as evil and as bad as the others of type.
Oh well maybe it isn't so bad. No one has tried to capture me for many years
and the piece and quiet is really quite nice. The other pokemon don't have the hate
towards me or my kind like the humans do. They are actually quite friendly, I have
come to be good friends with a Ninetails that resides in the Viridian forest.
I don't know maybe I should be greatfull. But the loneliness really can get to me
someti...... hey, what is this? A boy seems to be staring up at me smiling. I see a
Typhloson standing at is side. Hmmm..... this could be interesting........
Did it suck? Was it ok? Was it a classic of modern literature? ( I wish) Review it if
you feel up to it, alright. See ya. I will leave you with a quote from the great
Jonny Rotten:
"Did you ever get the feeling that you've been cheated"?
pokemon. It is a very short fic told in the pokemons POV...... Oh yeah I DO own
pokemon. I won the copyrights from Satoshi Tajari in a quick pokemon match
yesterday... Stupid man, he actually thought his beloved little Pikachu Could beat
my Typhloson.....very...Stupid.......
Hated
By Murkrow
I am the one, the one that is hated, the one that is feared, the one that is alone.
I am a Murkrow, one of the few of my kind to be exact. I am of the kind of
pokemon that the humans have labeled "evil" or "dark" just because of our fondness
of the night and our great powers. I am the one of that kind that the humans have
come to hate the most.
I really don't know why, I haven't really done anything to them. They say
that I am the bringer of bad luck and misfortune. They say that my appearance is an
omen of death. I laugh at there stupidity and there ignorance, I have never brought
anyone "badluck" to anyone. Maybe one of my cousins Houndoom or Houndour
has but that is there doing.... Why must they label me with there hatred for my kind?
They stereotype me as being as evil and as bad as the others of type.
Oh well maybe it isn't so bad. No one has tried to capture me for many years
and the piece and quiet is really quite nice. The other pokemon don't have the hate
towards me or my kind like the humans do. They are actually quite friendly, I have
come to be good friends with a Ninetails that resides in the Viridian forest.
I don't know maybe I should be greatfull. But the loneliness really can get to me
someti...... hey, what is this? A boy seems to be staring up at me smiling. I see a
Typhloson standing at is side. Hmmm..... this could be interesting........
Did it suck? Was it ok? Was it a classic of modern literature? ( I wish) Review it if
you feel up to it, alright. See ya. I will leave you with a quote from the great
Jonny Rotten:
"Did you ever get the feeling that you've been cheated"?