pikazooka

Branches snapped. Grass shook. A shadow stumbled by.  Behind him, there were the shouts of men. He mustn’t let them catch him. How did it get like this? Doug was a thin looking person. He was 18 and about 5’ 10” and had tannish skin and black hair. Modest, looking for work. Right now, he was strolling on the sidewalk wondering what to do. His girlfriend had just booted him out of her apartment, after leaving him for an older, richer guy. Homeless and hungry, he couldn’t go back to his parents, especially because of how critical they would be after learning how he lost his job working for a Pokemon center. Free healthc

“What should we do with her?” Ellie sighed. “Maybe send her away to camp until she learns? I mean, we’ve tried everything, punishments, rewards, love. She is our daughter, but she is getting really difficult to handle.” John replied. They were talking about their daughter Lydia. She had short brown hair, pale skin, and was about four feet tall. The little nine-year-old was sour and bratty about almost everything, disobeyed at every possible chance, and as a result, had zero friends. Lydia overheard the conversation. “Get rid of me eh?” she thought to herself. “You can’t do that if I’

Sunny week they said. Heh, Nope. All week it rained. And it rained hard. Every once and awhile​ it would stop, at most an hour at a time. Creeks flooded, the near-constant rain eroded divots in the ground. Edguardo was walking home, enjoying the rain. It had lightened​ up a little, no longer pounding, more of a drizzle. He was about 6 feet tall, brownish skin, and pale gray hair. Honestly, it’s not that he enjoyed being soaked, but the rain was peaceful and calming. After he entered the shade of the trees, Edguardo could only hear a light pitter-patter of the rain on the leaves and dirt. Have you ever stepped into a pudd

    There are several types of stories that one like you might be familiar with. This is not one of those. ..Well, it might be. I honestly don’t know what people read these days. Let’s start with the setting, shall we?       A well forested area, shallowing out into a good sized village. The name of the village isn’t that important, but if you must know, let’s call it Forestside. Nothing special really happened there on a daily basis, but every place has a little something to make it differ from others. But that’s beside the point. I reside in the forest. The only people that come out here are the woodcutters, m