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Solitaire Madness - Chapter 3
White lifted up the bottle in curiosity, fingering the bottle's top as she tried to peer inside to look at its content. But the bottle's outside was a dark shade of green and was impossible to see if the liquid inside was harmless. Scratching her chin warily, White began talking to herself again.
"I wonder what is in this bottle," She began, taking the cap off to see if she could try looking inside to see what the questionable drink was. This failed of course, for the green coloring on the outside blanketed the bottle, causing even more mystery. "But if I followed the instructions and drank the liquid and it was actually poison, well I could die in seconds! Though if it isn't poison, it could be a rare drink that hasn't even been tasted by anyone because people mistook it for poison. Oh, what a hard decision this is!"
The brunette continued to have an argue with herself about whether she should actually take the chance and drink the bottle contents, but
A New Beginning to an Old Adventure
A girl with dark brown, glossy hair stepped into the halls of an airport in central Ishuu. She sighed, and dragged her bags along. Maybe she could just pull out Zekrom but that would bring painful thoughts. Someone follows her, helping her along and telling her things and giving her a map of where she was going and whatnot. The atmosphere feels of melancholy and nostalgia.
"Are you sure?" Cheren asked.
"Yeah," White sighed. "After what that sage told me I can't stop thinking about it, and this is my final decision." She didn't even bother to remember the sages' names.
"Okay. But two years ?"
"I know I'm not sure if he'll ever come back, but " White huffed, the nostalgia on her face obvious. "I have to find him. He's still out there, I know it."
"Then do as you wish. I'll respect your decision.
Equilibrium"White, wake up," A boy hissed, shaking the brunette softly. The girl groaned, swatting his hands away pathetically. "Wake. Up!"
"Huh-?" White groaned again, opening her eyes to see a brown haired boy leaning over her. She yawned deeply and tried squinting at the clock on the wall. "What time is it?"
"It's 2am," He replied. "I've got to show you something,"
"Go away Black, it's the middle of the night," She hissed back, throwing the covers over her head. "Do what a normal person would at this hour. Go to bed and wake me up at a more reasonable hour."
"I can't," Black groaned, yanking the covers off of the teen. "I have to leave in the morning."
"W-What? Why?" She gasped and sat up on her bed, now fully awake. "What do you mean you have to 'leave in the morning'?"
"Exactly what having to 'leave in the morning' means," Black sighed. He was beginning to grow impatient with the tired brunette. "I was called down to Sinnoh. I have to go take a boat there in the morning."
Memorable Brownies"Stupid ass oven!," White growled, kicking the metal "demon" with her foot. "Breaking on me when I need you the most, how could you do this to me?"
"No matter how much you insult it, it won't care." A man sighed behind her. The ponytailed brunette spun around, staring wide-eyed as she came face to face with her childhood friend. "An oven is an inanimate object, it doesn't have feelings."
"I knew that Mr. I-Know-Everything-Black." White snapped at the brown haired teen. "Thanks for eavesdropping on my failure."
Black waved a hand in the air, chuckling as White puffed out her cheeks annoyed. He grinned, opening the oven and to his amazement, he could see burnt chocolate in the pan.
"You were making brownies?" Black blinked.
"I-Well-I tried anyway." White stuttered, blushing madly.
"That's sweet, who they for?" Black tried not to smile as White's face turned a deeper shade of red.
"It's valentine's day, so I thought you'd like brownies." White explained quietly. "You always loved the stuf
Photos White sighed bitterly while checking her Xtransceiver. She waited impatiently by the Battle Subway for a certain brunet to show up. Not that she was worried or anything. The guy was always running late and he was always too proud to admit it or even apologize for that matter.
Becoming bored as the minutes ticked by second by second she absentmindedly browsed through the pictures on her Xtransceiver. Random photos of her beloved Pokemon that White befriended on her journal through Unova popped up, causing her to smile from all the joyous memories of victories and losses.
How long has it been? Two years
Another photo popped up with a picture of two of her childhood friends. The girl with blonde hair was posing with a peace sign while the boy with glasses looked as if he'd throw up butterflies. Laughing until her sides started to ache and people started to stare,
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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