The Good Old Days
Cinder dashed up the garden path and reached up to tug on the front door’s handle. Her baby charmander waddled after her. “Grandad Ash! Where are you?” “In the…
A Misty-Eyed View of the Past
The water softened the dry calluses on her feet as she skimmed the surface with her toes. Her Seaking swam lazily underneath her. It seemed to have so little…
Ash's a Horror in the World of Pokemon
“I’ll get her. Just wait Dawn. I’ll get you.” I chuckled evilly. I ran after her. She was the only other witness. I already killed Brock. What’s left of him is…
Ash
I was a huge fan of pokemon as a kid. I loved the show, and my parents despised having to go to the theater with me. Well, when I was smaller, I had a lisp. A…