Okay, here's the deal. Pokémon is NOT mine. That's the simple thing.
However, the main characters in the story ARE mine. Is that confusing? I
hope not. Anyway, does that work for you? Great. Well, let's get this
show on the road! Now, where did I put that bowl of popcorn...
Weeping Lilies
"Now what am I going to do?" a girl asked as she traveled a steep mountain path. She wore black jeans, a black shirt with a red R on the front, and black tennis shoes. Her jet-black hair whipped around her shoulders as the wind howled around her. Her frightened, tired teal eyes carefully scanned the surrounding rock face. She carried a moderately sized red satchel, the contents of which were carefully arranged at the bottom for protection. Above her head were deep black rain clouds, clouds loaded with rain.and lightning.
"If I stay out during the storm, I'll get hit by lightning," she mused. "But if I find shelter They might find me. So, do I risk getting caught or do I risk getting killed?" She pondered this question as she edged her way along the ever-narrowing trail. "Well, I'm dead either way, but I think I'd rather go with the more painless death. I keep moving." That decided, she extended her arms and began to walk over a natural rock bridge that crossed the expanse of a deep crevasse.
The gorge was more than a hundred feet deep with chalk-white walls. The thin bridge she walked across was almost ready to crumble, or so it felt as she walked across. It was made of granite, hard and gray. As she came to the middle, the thinnest section, she faltered slightly. Her arms pin wheeled, and she tried to lean forward.
Just as it seemed certain that she would make it back to the safety of the bridge, a bolt of lightning raced down from the clouds. It hit the overpass almost halfway between her and the side she was so desperate to reach. Both of her feet touched the steady granite of the bridge and she ran as fast as she could toward the now rapidly crumbling section.
Then she was sure she felt the rock trembling beneath her. She glanced quickly behind her and nearly tripped. Looking ahead again, she saw the huge cracks in the granite overpass
"It wasn't balanced!" she moaned to herself. As the first hunks of rock fell into the abyss, she jumped. She watched in horror as the slabs of granite slipped away, too quickly. The only thing that saved her from falling into the ravine was her left hand. It reached out and grabbed part of the remaining ledge, gripping tight to it.
"Oh...my...gosh," she whispered as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her right hand hung by her side, still clinging to her bag. Not for anything would she release that satchel. She carefully began to raise it toward the edge. Then her breath caught in her chest and her heart dropped like a stone. The rock her left hand clung to was crumbling beneath her fingers. She closed her eyes as the piece of granite came loose and she began to fall.
She did about the only thing she could think of: she flipped in midair so that she could see what she would hit before it hit her, or vice versa. She opened her eyes, and what she saw made her breath catch again. A huge marble-white ledge was looming toward her. Her mind went blank, save one thought that decided to present itself to her otherwise frozen mind.
To think she thought as she stared at the rock face, if I had some spectral glasses this would all turn out blue shifted. She hit the rock at that very instant, the wind knocked out of her. Sharp, jagged pain raced through her chest and head, then it all dulled, dimmed, and faded. Her mind lapsed into black as the rain began to pour down on her.
From above a person on a Pokémon watched her. The lightning ripped through the sky again, casting the whole form in shadow. The flying Pokémon coasted down to the girl, and the lightning struck again as the figure leapt off the creature. Thunder rumbled in the clouds as they looked down at her, and as it faded the person roughly picked her up, causing her to cry out in pain. The person, a mere shadow it seemed, almost dropped the girl, then, more gently, hoisted her onto the flying Pokémon. As the creature took off, a bolt of lightning crashed down into the canyon, illuminating a sea of white lilies at the bottom. As the rain dripped down the curved cream petals, it gave them the appearance of weeping.
Well, whaddya think? I don't know what I was thinking when I was writing this, but I did it. Forgive me, this is the first story I've put on F.F.net.
In case you were wondering about that thing she was thinking, it's called the Doppler shift. When an object is moving away from you, all the colors you see are shifted toward the left (or red) end of the color spectrum. Vice versa when an object is moving toward you. Of course, you need some spectral glasses or a special kind of computer to see that.
Well, if you want more (do you?), just give me some reviews. If you do, I'll introduce some new characters, and tell you this girl's name.
Well, that's about it! Talk to you later!
Weeping Lilies
"Now what am I going to do?" a girl asked as she traveled a steep mountain path. She wore black jeans, a black shirt with a red R on the front, and black tennis shoes. Her jet-black hair whipped around her shoulders as the wind howled around her. Her frightened, tired teal eyes carefully scanned the surrounding rock face. She carried a moderately sized red satchel, the contents of which were carefully arranged at the bottom for protection. Above her head were deep black rain clouds, clouds loaded with rain.and lightning.
"If I stay out during the storm, I'll get hit by lightning," she mused. "But if I find shelter They might find me. So, do I risk getting caught or do I risk getting killed?" She pondered this question as she edged her way along the ever-narrowing trail. "Well, I'm dead either way, but I think I'd rather go with the more painless death. I keep moving." That decided, she extended her arms and began to walk over a natural rock bridge that crossed the expanse of a deep crevasse.
The gorge was more than a hundred feet deep with chalk-white walls. The thin bridge she walked across was almost ready to crumble, or so it felt as she walked across. It was made of granite, hard and gray. As she came to the middle, the thinnest section, she faltered slightly. Her arms pin wheeled, and she tried to lean forward.
Just as it seemed certain that she would make it back to the safety of the bridge, a bolt of lightning raced down from the clouds. It hit the overpass almost halfway between her and the side she was so desperate to reach. Both of her feet touched the steady granite of the bridge and she ran as fast as she could toward the now rapidly crumbling section.
Then she was sure she felt the rock trembling beneath her. She glanced quickly behind her and nearly tripped. Looking ahead again, she saw the huge cracks in the granite overpass
"It wasn't balanced!" she moaned to herself. As the first hunks of rock fell into the abyss, she jumped. She watched in horror as the slabs of granite slipped away, too quickly. The only thing that saved her from falling into the ravine was her left hand. It reached out and grabbed part of the remaining ledge, gripping tight to it.
"Oh...my...gosh," she whispered as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her right hand hung by her side, still clinging to her bag. Not for anything would she release that satchel. She carefully began to raise it toward the edge. Then her breath caught in her chest and her heart dropped like a stone. The rock her left hand clung to was crumbling beneath her fingers. She closed her eyes as the piece of granite came loose and she began to fall.
She did about the only thing she could think of: she flipped in midair so that she could see what she would hit before it hit her, or vice versa. She opened her eyes, and what she saw made her breath catch again. A huge marble-white ledge was looming toward her. Her mind went blank, save one thought that decided to present itself to her otherwise frozen mind.
To think she thought as she stared at the rock face, if I had some spectral glasses this would all turn out blue shifted. She hit the rock at that very instant, the wind knocked out of her. Sharp, jagged pain raced through her chest and head, then it all dulled, dimmed, and faded. Her mind lapsed into black as the rain began to pour down on her.
From above a person on a Pokémon watched her. The lightning ripped through the sky again, casting the whole form in shadow. The flying Pokémon coasted down to the girl, and the lightning struck again as the figure leapt off the creature. Thunder rumbled in the clouds as they looked down at her, and as it faded the person roughly picked her up, causing her to cry out in pain. The person, a mere shadow it seemed, almost dropped the girl, then, more gently, hoisted her onto the flying Pokémon. As the creature took off, a bolt of lightning crashed down into the canyon, illuminating a sea of white lilies at the bottom. As the rain dripped down the curved cream petals, it gave them the appearance of weeping.
Well, whaddya think? I don't know what I was thinking when I was writing this, but I did it. Forgive me, this is the first story I've put on F.F.net.
In case you were wondering about that thing she was thinking, it's called the Doppler shift. When an object is moving away from you, all the colors you see are shifted toward the left (or red) end of the color spectrum. Vice versa when an object is moving toward you. Of course, you need some spectral glasses or a special kind of computer to see that.
Well, if you want more (do you?), just give me some reviews. If you do, I'll introduce some new characters, and tell you this girl's name.
Well, that's about it! Talk to you later!