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Short PokeSona stories!
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Posted: Sat, 17/12/2016 02:29 (7 Years ago)
NOTE!!: I cant read these over a million times, and make them perfect for everyone who may want their character in a story. Just bear with me on this, I will try to fix all the mistakes I can see from the few times I edit the stories.
Sam easily kicked over the small Pokemon, into the giant gallon of paint. The Sewaddle jumped out almost as fast as she was plunged into the thick paint. "Whats the big idea? You and your stolen tarts having the audacity to throw me into a gallon of paint...when I make the best Waffles in town you will be begging for forgiveness!" The Sewaddle ranted on. "I don't even wanna steal your waffles!" Sam went on. Normally as a Slurpuff, she wants very sweet she can find. "Why don't you try one?" the Sewaddle sneered. "I would drink paint before eating any of your waffles!" Sam replied, strutting away with an evil smirk on her icing-covered face. The Sewaddle's face lit up with excitement. An evil, evil plan took over her sense of right, and wrong. Going with her plan, she went on with her day, like nothing happened.
Many days later, the old, run-down building was transformed into the most popular waffle-joint around the block. Sam, of course, wanted to steal a waffle or two from this still poor-helpless Sewaddle and her restaurant. She carefully and swiftly walked right across the small diner-like eating area, to the kitchen. The air smelled of the best waffles you can ever dream up, like the ones only a determined little Sewaddle would spend all her time perfecting. She knew that Sam would come, she put her plan into action the second she smelt the Slurpuff's sweet little cherry on her head. She scampered over to Sam. "Hello! Old friend! I see your out and about, stealing some waffles, my friend?" Before Sam could answer, the Sewaddle chimed up again. "I have a great waffle for you!" she said, handing Sam a single waffle on a plain plate. No syrup, no butter, just a waffle, looking oh-so crispy and decadent. Sam cautiously took a bite, meaning to leave before anything got weirder. Her face turned pale as she spit out the waffle, revealing bright yellow center, surrounded by the mask of waffle-goodness. "What kind of waffle is that?!" Sam retaliated. "You said that you would drink paint before trying one of my waffles, so here is your paint!" the Sewaddle replied cheerfully, yet still having an evil tone. Sam was barely listening to the Sewaddle's squeaks, she was gulping down all the maple-syrup and orange-juice that was in her reach. "Now would you try one of my waffles? Not made with paint, of course." the Sewaddle offered. "Fine, but your dead if I taste anything close to paint in this waffle." Sam threatened, pointing to another plate of waffles. "Deal." she replied. Sam slowly took a small bite out of one of the crispy waffles in front of her. She said nothing, and swallowed the bite. "Its good...could use some ice cream on top." was all she could say. They both smiled at that point. They thought the exact some thing.
Now we are here, 6 months later. Sam is making lots of ice cream, specifically for the Sewaddle's wonderful waffles. They both get along, and nobody has ever had to drink paint since.
Remember, just make a comment with suggestions, or if you want a character in a story! Criticism is allowed, as long as it isn't too harsh....
Posted: Sat, 17/12/2016 02:33 (7 Years ago)
YAYAYAYYAYAYYAYA
BEAUTIFUL STORY :-D
Posted: Sat, 17/12/2016 02:34 (7 Years ago)
Posted: Sat, 17/12/2016 02:35 (7 Years ago)
thank you so muuuuuch oOo
Posted: Sat, 17/12/2016 03:47 (7 Years ago)
Posted: Sat, 17/12/2016 03:54 (7 Years ago)
Posted: Sat, 17/12/2016 13:58 (7 Years ago)
Posted: Sat, 17/12/2016 13:59 (7 Years ago)
One faithful December day, a Ditto was wiggling around in the snow. She didn't care that as a blob of slime, she would freeze like ice, which she was. But it was the first time she ever played in snow! It was an amazing feeling to see the delicate flakes of snow gently falling onto the rest, or when you can see the little patterns in one of many snowflakes falling to the ground. The Ditto pranced around, waving to other Pokemon on the street as they passed. She waved to another Pokemon, before falling flat on her face, into the three-inch deep snow like a piece of cardboard tipping over in the wind, only she turned straight to Ditto-ice. Wiggle, being her Spinda/Slurpuff-like self, wandered the busy sidewalk, not looking at all where she was going. She soon fell flat on her face, right into the snow. "Hey, since when did they have a purple ice-skating rink in the middle of the side-walk?" she asked to herself. "Get me out of here!" The Ditto mumbled from the ice. Wiggle heard this muffled speak, and yelled "I WILL SAVE YOU" into the frozen Ditto-ice. She jumped onto the ice multiple times, and the Ditto squeezed out from her icy-capsule. "Thank you so much! What is your name, kind hero?" she asked Wiggle dramatically. "I'm no hero, but my name is Wiggle." Wiggle replied. "Well, thank you for helping me. I guess next time I should go out as a fire-type Pokemon!" The Ditto said, transforming into a Blaziken accordingly. Wiggled laughed, and spun on away with her new friend.
I'm sorry this is reeeeeeally short （ ＴДＴ）
Posted: Sat, 17/12/2016 14:46 (7 Years ago)
Posted: Sat, 17/12/2016 14:47 (7 Years ago)
I will try to write a story once a day, depending on how many ideas/Characters I get