The Showmon - [One-Shot]
Aug 6, 2019 22:12:21 GMT
Post by Cavespider_17 on Aug 6, 2019 22:12:21 GMT
The Showmon
So this piece was done as part of a test for a particular type of writing style, but I had fun with it so I hope you do too.
As I open my eyes my body aches all over, as if I have worked for hours.
I smell the sweat coming from my arms and I feel out of breath. I turn around to see the castle in the near distance, with stone walls and cracking bricks.
I continue to walk forwards, towards my destination.
A mon calls to me, waving his arms angrily, bow in hand; I am glad he is far away.
I slow myself into a walk as I approach the over-arching passage way, tempted to duck.
The spikes from the portcullis are sheer and fear inducing.
The path is gravelly, with fading colours of grey. I feel my shoes create a crunching noise with every step.
The splashing of the fountain in the centre of the square is too much to ignore; the Swanna on the top of the water shoots a bubble at my stoic, fiery body.
My legs decide to start to twitch and I change into a jogging pace. I am tall for an Incineroar, so I duck as I casually walk through the doors.
The halls are cream painted and I want to take a five minute break, sit down on the stone benches and enjoy looking out the sparkling clear stained glass windows.
Alas, it was time for a change of scenery.
I see the guards approaching to take me in.
I hear the footsteps getting louder and louder, something which I didn’t truly anticipate.
I slip into a neighbouring hall and start to walk where it seems clear of other Pokémon.
The wooden floorboards creak and I hold my breath; nothing happens as they make the irritating noise with each step I take.
The glimmering gold of the Gengar’s castle is enough to be sought after, particularly by someone as poor as me.
I calm myself, each deep breath in helps me steady my nerves.
I step over the window ledge and ease my foot back down on the other side.
The deed is done and I was successful.
One paw at a time I touch the safe, carefully accessing the door and taking the item inside before closing the door with the gold in hand.
The deed is done and I was successful.
I step over the window ledge and ease my foot back down on the other side.
I calm myself, each deep breath in helps me steady my nerves.
The glimmering gold of the Gengar’s castle is enough to be sought after, particularly by someone as poor as me.
The wooden floorboards creak and I hold my breath; nothing happens as they make the irritating noise with each step I take.
I slip into a neighbouring hall and start to walk where it seems clear of other Pokémon.
I hear the footsteps getting louder and louder, something which I didn’t truly anticipate.
I see the guards approaching to take me in.
Alas, it was time for a change of scenery.
The halls are cream painted and I want to take a five minute break, sit down on the stone benches and enjoy looking out the sparkling clear stained glass windows.
My legs decide to start to twitch and I change into a jogging pace. I am tall for an Incineroar, so I duck as I casually walk through the doors.
The splashing of the fountain in the centre of the square is too much to ignore; the Swanna on the top of the water shoots a bubble at my stoic, fiery body.
The path is gravelly, with fading colours of grey. I feel my shoes create a crunching noise with every step.
The spikes from the portcullis are sheer and fear inducing.
I slow myself into a walk as I approach the over-arching passage way, tempted to duck.
A mon calls to me, waving his arms angrily, bow in hand; I am glad he is far away.
I continue to walk forwards, towards my destination.
I smell the sweat coming from my arms and I feel out of breath. I turn around to see the castle in the near distance, with stone walls and cracking bricks.
As I open my eyes my body aches all over, as if I have worked for hours.
As I open my eyes my body aches all over, as if I have worked for hours.
I smell the sweat coming from my arms and I feel out of breath. I turn around to see the castle in the near distance, with stone walls and cracking bricks.
I continue to walk forwards, towards my destination.
A mon calls to me, waving his arms angrily, bow in hand; I am glad he is far away.
I slow myself into a walk as I approach the over-arching passage way, tempted to duck.
The spikes from the portcullis are sheer and fear inducing.
The path is gravelly, with fading colours of grey. I feel my shoes create a crunching noise with every step.
The splashing of the fountain in the centre of the square is too much to ignore; the Swanna on the top of the water shoots a bubble at my stoic, fiery body.
My legs decide to start to twitch and I change into a jogging pace. I am tall for an Incineroar, so I duck as I casually walk through the doors.
The halls are cream painted and I want to take a five minute break, sit down on the stone benches and enjoy looking out the sparkling clear stained glass windows.
Alas, it was time for a change of scenery.
I see the guards approaching to take me in.
I hear the footsteps getting louder and louder, something which I didn’t truly anticipate.
I slip into a neighbouring hall and start to walk where it seems clear of other Pokémon.
The wooden floorboards creak and I hold my breath; nothing happens as they make the irritating noise with each step I take.
The glimmering gold of the Gengar’s castle is enough to be sought after, particularly by someone as poor as me.
I calm myself, each deep breath in helps me steady my nerves.
I step over the window ledge and ease my foot back down on the other side.
The deed is done and I was successful.
One paw at a time I touch the safe, carefully accessing the door and taking the item inside before closing the door with the gold in hand.
The deed is done and I was successful.
I step over the window ledge and ease my foot back down on the other side.
I calm myself, each deep breath in helps me steady my nerves.
The glimmering gold of the Gengar’s castle is enough to be sought after, particularly by someone as poor as me.
The wooden floorboards creak and I hold my breath; nothing happens as they make the irritating noise with each step I take.
I slip into a neighbouring hall and start to walk where it seems clear of other Pokémon.
I hear the footsteps getting louder and louder, something which I didn’t truly anticipate.
I see the guards approaching to take me in.
Alas, it was time for a change of scenery.
The halls are cream painted and I want to take a five minute break, sit down on the stone benches and enjoy looking out the sparkling clear stained glass windows.
My legs decide to start to twitch and I change into a jogging pace. I am tall for an Incineroar, so I duck as I casually walk through the doors.
The splashing of the fountain in the centre of the square is too much to ignore; the Swanna on the top of the water shoots a bubble at my stoic, fiery body.
The path is gravelly, with fading colours of grey. I feel my shoes create a crunching noise with every step.
The spikes from the portcullis are sheer and fear inducing.
I slow myself into a walk as I approach the over-arching passage way, tempted to duck.
A mon calls to me, waving his arms angrily, bow in hand; I am glad he is far away.
I continue to walk forwards, towards my destination.
I smell the sweat coming from my arms and I feel out of breath. I turn around to see the castle in the near distance, with stone walls and cracking bricks.
As I open my eyes my body aches all over, as if I have worked for hours.
