Ch. 65
* * * Trainer * * * As annoying as it was for poor Tempest, our competitor was a no-show that night. Something more important to do? Too drunk and forgot? Didn't...
Ch. 79
-------- Trainer -------- I'd taken the lapras up on her offer of finding us a little shade, and found myself comfortable on the sand of an empty, tiny cove. She...
Ch. 44
-Wendy- It seemed like we had been walking forever. The sameness of it all. One moment blended into the next, the whole day. The feeling, distinct and unsettling, that we had seen a particular sight, a particular tree or rock before was enough to...
Ch. 63
-------- Trainer -------- I found myself awake late that night. Let the girls sleep, slipped out of the room to head up on deck. A little walk about. Some fresh air to do me some good. I'd expected it would have been a quieter night, but it...
Ch. 85
* * * Tempest - Trainer's Lycanroc * * * The atmosphere of the day was tense, and unwelcoming. Master had gotten us away, left Alcyon to talk with Sharon at her own...
Ch. 49
--Penance-- I hated doing it. I hated that his plan was to send me away. But it's what he needed. What they all needed. And it made sense. I knew it did. But I could feel it, prickling at the edges of my thoughts. The feeling I...
Ch. 48
--Wendy-- Everything ached. It had gotten dark. I wasn’t at the top of that hill anymore. Somehow I had ended up in the cave. I could tell from the flickering firelight on the walls. Morrigan rested her hand on my head, and I...
Ch. 84
* * * Trainer * * * Morning had come, and with it a feeling of hopeful opportunity. I'd made my way to the beach, and let Alcyon out to swim and see to her breakfast, while the girls...
ch. 52
--Annabelle-- It wasn't like me. I knew that. This kind of thing was more Helena's speed. But the growlithe was right. The trainer was right. If we didn't deal with it while we could, we would lose the chance to have a say in...
The Ghost of Christmas Present
The swirling cascade of snow swept along the busy avenue, as the piercingly cold wind blew in. Another storm was on the forecast, and it seemed the whole city had been spurred to get their last minute gift shopping done before...
Drone's Last Days
I used to be an office drone. That seems like a lifetime ago now. The smell of soykaf, and the idle banter of the middle managers as they watched us work. The terminal with the sticky keys that nobody bothered to fix. The uniform little cubicles...
Mail Call
It had been a few days since the hit, and things had almost regained a sense of normalcy. I kept my head down, my mind to my work. Tried to pretend my heart didn’t stop anytime someone said my name. I bought a cheap holdout pistol, tucked against the...