The-Writing-Raichu

   A bell rang when Emelia opened the door to a shop which was concealed in an alleyway. The sign suspended above the door read Madam Teek’s Future Sight Shop of Antiques and Magic. Normally Emelia would never set foot in such a grimy and shady establishment, but she had become desperate.     A barrier of scented smoke blasted her nose with its sickly sweet stench, her eyes watering, she forced herself to step inside and closed the door behind her. Knitted human shaped dolls hung by their necks underneath one of the shelves next to her, some of the dolls still having the knitting needles inside of them. Everywhere she looked there was

The inside of the limousine would’ve been silent if Princess Diana hadn’t rolled down the window to watch as the buildings lining the road passed her by in a blur. They were heading to a party held in her honour, but that didn’t mean she wanted to go. “Close the window Diana, your hair will be ruined if you let the wind at it.” Said her mother. Her mother was sitting in the middle seat which was the biggest and ran parallel with the length of the limousine. Opposite her seat was a minibar that also ran the length of the limousine where her mother was filling another glass with red wine. Diana pressed the button

A blast of light intruded on the sleep of one Master Alex Reva as his butler pulled back the curtains of his room. Alex dived deeper into his silk bed sheets to try and escape from the piercing gaze of the sun, but the damaged had been done. “Damn it Jeremy, why can’t you let me sleep?” He said, voice muffled from under the covers. “I’m sorry young master, but your father has requested that you be woken.” In a huff Alex kicked the bed covers onto the floor and sat up. The whites of his eyes were red from bloodshot and were accompanied by thick black bags. His hair was sticking up at the back of his head

A lone Pokémon lay flat on the wet sands of a secluded beach her front facing up towards the blistering sun. A single wave brushed against her and she woke. Eyes blinded by the light she attacked the water and scrabbled for safety just out of its reach. When she realised that her enemy was only the sea she lay back down. The little red and yellow fire Pokémon whose head throbbed in time to the waves that washed up the sand and had a mouth that was dry with the taste of sea salt, was a Braixen. She couldn’t remember why she was sleeping on the beach but she knew why she was here. She knew because of a large white rock where sh

With dead silence Quill sneaked to the foot of the bed. The soft carpet floor muffled the sound of her footsteps as she edged closer to her unsuspecting victim. The room was shrouded in shadow. The morning sun unable to pierce the thick vail of the curtains. Young Alice stirred in her sleep, pulling her pillow closer to her chest. She dreamt her sweet dreams, but not for long. Quill bent her knees and positioned herself, then, she pounces. "It's my birthday!" She screamed, landing on top of Alice. "Wake up, wake up. It's my birthday!" Alice groined from underneath the quilt. "Why can't you wake me the normal way?" "That way’s no fu

Nothing had changed, thought Ingus, as he, Luna and their Pokémon walked along a dry dirt road, enjoying the view of the countryside. They had descended from the hill at the edge of the forest, and after they had cut their way across a huge area of grassland, they were finally making their way towards the city which was growing ever more imposing with each passing mile. The birds danced overhead in the afternoon sun and the air was ripe with the fragrant pollen from ruby red flowers that plastered the nearby area. Farmsteads dotted the road on their way to the city and like all others near the capital, they weren’t simply one build

The pair made good time as they trudged their way through the forest. The trees began to grow thinner and the sunlight spilt through the leaves in a green hue that illuminated the woodland floor. Ingus and Raichu didn’t get far before they found what was left of a giant archway. Possessive vines smothered the tired, dark coloured stone arch which, over the many years of isolation, was now completely covered in moss. It was so abundant that it transformed the archway to seem like part of the forest itself, as if it had been nurtured by the woodland and grown out of the soil like the nearby trees. Ingus could tell that the arch was ancien

   Ingus stood on the ridge of a small stream with the water lapping against his boots and his reflection staring up at him from its clear depths. He closed his eyes and expanded the link between Pokémon and master. With one thought he was transported into the canopy above and before him was an ever expanding sea of trees. He could see all the way to the horizon which was broken by large, jagged mountains that split the red morning sky in two. The sun had barely risen, but its treasured warmth brought life to the surface of the woodland below and it made the snow on the mountains glistened with all the beauty of a midnight sky, as if the

  Ale, its little wonder why some men crave it. A few tankards can wash away a gloomy day and a few more can rub out the best part of the week, but its during toughs moments that even the most tight lipped man can spill his darkest secrets for little more than a silver piece. One such man lay sprawled on a table, his thirteenth tankard half empty and his eyes spun in their sockets. His stench was only matched by the equally sickly smell of split ale that had gone stale mouths before. Even his shabby clothes did nothing to cover up his odor. The man struggled to lift his grizzly head, his beard dripping with dribbled ale as he tried his best t