This will essentially be a slowly growing collection of random stories and inspirations sparked in my head by whatever I might be doing at the time or even just because of pondering something. Some will have the time and world defined but some others will just jump on in.
Apple Flavoured - Random bits of creativity
Cola Flavoured - Actual Story line, but for my PRP chara/s
Strawberry Flavoured - Actual storyline, but for my RP chara/s.
Changes will most likely be continuously made. Stories will feature titles and time tags of original date of ... publishing, as such. Some might even be clustered together! Stories in each post are paired together by the creative train of thought that links them, for example this post will contain one story per year when I take in the weather just as it is and reflect upon it.
Image thing to follow at some later date~
Why LFT as the title when lollipops have multiple flavours? Why not. Spontaneous stories each have their own substance and as such, flavour. As varyingly wide ranged as the colours and flavours of the candy I find myself so partial to.
Please treat me and my stories with some degree of respect and comment freely with anything from constructive criticism to just general thoughts or expectations. And no, my spelling and punctuation is not perfect.
Cola Flavoured - A Day of Snow - 17/12/2010
Cola Flavoured - A Day of Rain
[TBR Dec 15]
Apple Flavoured - Random bits of creativity
Cola Flavoured - Actual Story line, but for my PRP chara/s
Strawberry Flavoured - Actual storyline, but for my RP chara/s.
Changes will most likely be continuously made. Stories will feature titles and time tags of original date of ... publishing, as such. Some might even be clustered together! Stories in each post are paired together by the creative train of thought that links them, for example this post will contain one story per year when I take in the weather just as it is and reflect upon it.
Image thing to follow at some later date~
Why LFT as the title when lollipops have multiple flavours? Why not. Spontaneous stories each have their own substance and as such, flavour. As varyingly wide ranged as the colours and flavours of the candy I find myself so partial to.
Please treat me and my stories with some degree of respect and comment freely with anything from constructive criticism to just general thoughts or expectations. And no, my spelling and punctuation is not perfect.
Cola Flavoured - A Day of Snow - 17/12/2010
In our world, creatures known as pokemon live alongside people in what can be beautiful harmony of souls or a deep bond of friendship, in some poorer cases even just as workers or tools of war. People would say there is balance between the two but in the modern age little is certain or even definate aside from the simple facts that as surely as the government and police exist, so do the crime syndicates and gangs roaming their 'territories'.
In one part of the world, the island nation of Britain dwells in a cape of snow amongst the European Union. This is where the famous port city of Liverpool sits lazily on the north westerly coastline, looked down at by the rest of England as it produces a populace worthy of the petty criminality containing at least a ghost of pride and emulation of the more likable figures echoed in not so long gone years, topped with a trademark ability to laugh at everything through jokes at each turn.
In particular, two young teenagers from one of the nicer areas are todays subject of interest. The eyes of the news would be fixed on them by the end of the day and they didn't even know it.
It was around one o'clock in the afternoon, two tall teenagers were strolling through inches thick of snow nearly brushing against their knees as they ventured through the local park to reach a postal depo on the other side. The slightly shorter of the two dusted the accumulation of the gently falling snow from the shoulder of his grey winter coat and his curley hair as he inquired in his usual lightly pitched, enthusiasm laced voice ... "We just need to get this mystery parcel right?" He was accompanied by his starter, an equally enthusaistic Crocnaw.
"Sounds about right." Replied the deeper voiced, somewhat depression toned individual. His pace altered in the crunching white snow as he maneuvered around another frantic citizen with his right hand guiding him around them and back to his beeline through the snow. Glancing back to the fence lined perimeter of the park he heard another chain of curses drift away on the wind.
"What did you say was going on?" Inquired the younger individual, his Crocnaw peeking up curiously.
"The annual ice-type hunt." Responded the blue eyed, dark brown haired elder teen who was the taller of the two. Pausing in his tracks he reached into the fake fur lined interior of his black knitwear coat to tug out a knot in his curling ends. with curiosity eyed to completely curled mass of his friend's own brown hair. Full of ice the same as last year.
Shaking his head he continued his pace and sentance, "Each time it snows this heavily and manages by some plot of fate to stick ice types emerge from their little hidey holes and scatter about the park. The thing is they can hide so well in this weather that people only catch around twenty altogether over a course of two or three months. As such..." A pause was given to step around a Pidgeot pecking at patches of snow to find pokemon as per trainer's request no doubt, "...The first to catch an ice type earns front page of the local Echo and a commemorative pokeball."
"Sounds great! We should try it!"
"What about the parcel, genius?"
"Good point, I guess."
"Don't worry, we got time..." He found some measure of amusement in playing the other along. Judging by his pout and frown he didn't appreciate it but his tough act never lasted long. Giving him a light push toward the tree lined path winding through the park and a sharp word or two the straighter haired male made off into the middle of an area where no one seemed to be bothering to check. It was calmer here, quiet and all voices a whisper in the distance. Crouching down the trainer tugged his hood down and felt for the red-white sphere resting on the black belt holding up his jeans, ready at a moment's notice.
All this rushing would do nothing but scare ice pokemon in all their timid nature or fiendish glory. Oceanic eyes watched patiently across the beautiful plane of snow, careful for movement amongst the expanding mass of bushes and trees on the side of the park he was facing. A few people were lumbering past the fence, batting at it with sticks to try and scare the pokemon out. Once they passed time seemed to meld into an unknowable presense that even itself was pierced.
Smiling to himself with some level of smugness, he spied a familiar yellow point of a cetain pokemon he'd always had an eye out for. The brunette felt himself tense as fingers nibbled by frost closed around a micro-sphere, clicking the button he could barely feel to trigger it to grow. Next came the hard part, he'd always been a poor thrower. Of course the option of closing some distance was there but he wasn't about to scare away this precious creature.
As the Snorunt's oval, pale blue eyes began to scan for any sign of people or things the prone trainer pulled his snow coated hood up over his head, freezing in both temperature and motion on the spot. For an instant blue eyes met blue eyes causing trainer and pokemon alike to stop and think. What if he'd been caught? What if it would run? The second stretched on in tense silence... To perfect avail, the yellow cloaked pokemon paced off to the left with what looked like not a care in the world.
Pushing himself up the trainer near enough leapt from the snow, tossing the pokeball across the small expanse of snow with frost falling from his coat like a thin cloud of ice. The sphere hit the pokemon neatly in the back of the head, transforming it into light and trapping it within before it fell softly into the snow.
A feeling of joy welled up in the teenager, a smile plastered to his face and an actual feeling of uplifting relief as he darted across the snow. Taking the pokeball gently from the snow he sat in thought over what to do, oblivious to the world for precious minutes before his deep thought was pierced by a rising applause around him. Looking up with brow furrowed in confusion it appeared a crowd had gathered, Somebody must have seen him capture the ice type. Some degree of cheers and congratulations rippled through the crowd, encouraging a dusted pink blush and heartfelt smile from the trainer as a camera flashed from what he presumed was the local news crew.
After a brief exhcange and his Snorunt being transferred into a pokeball with icy blue glass-like substance replacing red the two teen trainers set off back towards the post office. This time they followed the path, snow smothered trees defining the concealed tarmac. The elder of the two recited the brief encounter as the path twisted around a hill and lead them out past the sports center on the edge of the park. He'd come to the decision that the Snorunt would not be released until alone, he didn't want any complications with people or too big a panic. Following the roads devoid of cars around the corner, the cube building with large painted black digital controlled gates was easy to spot, red vans as snow choked as the park. Next to the imposing 'fortress' lock door that was beside the gate-shielded car park a sing was fastened to the wall. It read a gloomy message of the building and service closed until snow cleared up.
Giving a groan and deflaing somewhat the blue eyed male stopped himself from a small outburst of aggression. "Ugh, another day.." The mysterious package would go undiscovered for now, turning on his heel in disappointment after standing in distraught hope for some five minutes. All the way through the park the two more or less complained then picked at details, looking at how much it felt they were in some mysterious role play game. Then they heard it. A faint rumble from somewhere alarming.
"What was-" The younger began.
"Shut up. Be very..very..quiet.." Slowly the two turned about, nothing but an obscenely 'plump' tree beside them. As caution began to fade into simple uneasiness another rumble shook snow from the tree with a dull thud as it hit the ground. Turning to inspect the tree the black coat clad trainer commented. "Don't you think the branches on this tree are..awfully..." Realisation dawned. This wasn't supposed to be real, it was just a flight of fancy kids had when they were young, just a fairy tale to scare each other, it couldn't be real! "...Oh...dear...god.." He backed away in terror, fumbling at his belt as his friend tugged his arm with his own panic rising at recognition of his abstract horror.
"What is it?" The younger near enough begged out of human nature, adrenaline nearly flowing. A look of displeasure crossed him as his hand was knocked away with a comment of, "Idiot!" and his Quilava, Cherry, was released. The grace of realisation only reached him as a rumbling roar pierced the air, evergreen arms shaking snow loose from the form of the giant Abomasnow. Standing some ten meters tall that gargantuan form of the creature had raged etched into it's eyes as it swung down a mighty fist with torrents of cold air swirling about it, impacting with the ground with a brilliant eruption of spikes formed of ice leaping up from the ground around it. As it took it's hand from the ground the ice collapsed into faint frost on the wind.
"That was a weak one!" Yelled the male. The snow the pokemon had shaken from it's body was lashing in torrents all about them, a snowstorm. "Cherry now!" Cried the trainer, pointing at the giant. Loyally the Quilava sent a jet of flame into the chest of the Abomasnow to hardly any avail, the creature shielding it's eyes with one massive arm, other hand gathering a full Ice Punch. This time the torrents fed into flat shimmering blue crystal shaped slats of light encircling the beast's fist, two or three rows circling together at the wrist, main bulk and around the knuckles. Using it's guarding arm the Abomasnow let out a cry of rage and literally swept aside the fire with sheer mass causing a sweeping wind to swing it's power charged fist. Lucky for the trainer his Quilava was agile, leaping up and delivering a Flame Wheel to it's face, leaving it smouldering slightly as the explosion of ice from it's fist decimated a section of the fence, leaving more permanent peaks of ice jutting at angles from the ground.
The younger in the meantime had released his Magmar after returning the Crocnaw, covering Cherry's escape with a flamethrower burning the shoulder of the giant Abomasnow which only angered it further. Cherry and the Magmar held fast, side by side with their flames burning brightly as the opposing pokemon inhaled to such a size the trainers ducked behind bushes in foreboding.
The composed Elder of the two stood with determination running as hot in his veins as the crescendo of roaring flames about the double team before him. Reaching out to touch the youngers pokeball a small hexagonal data grid formed of white light around his touch, recognising him as the original owner of the Magmar. His companion looked at him with a degree of confusion beng clearly unsure of what move was to be pulled next.
The initial adrenaline of the surprise battle had stopped and senses came back with the feel of the snowstorm beng suppressed by the heat of their pokemon, he realised just how cold he was in these damp clothes too. As the hazardous cocktail of panic and instinctual reaction gave way to logic the trainer skimmed through a plan to cut down this beast. His voice rang out calm yet firm, "Fire Spin. Overheat. Teach the snow monster a lesson!"
Of course by no means was the goliath idling and awaiting the twin attacks. Raising its arms unto the sky a white energy formed that gathered up the very air and snow around it shimmered between outstretched hands, tufts of the evergreen giant exposed as its own cloak was consumed as fuel. In the same few moments Cherry's mane of fire withdrew timidly before leaping forth with an almighty roar as a collar of raging hellfire lashed at the very air wth Magmar's coal furnace heart unleashing a heated fury enough to burn through the snow and grass at its feet in seconds.
A dreaded second hung in the air as the Abomasnow gave a fersome roar, hands thrown out towards the trainers and their companions before a torrent of pure ice exhibiting the sounds of glaciers scraping against one another lashed across the distance between them with such force the thick fallen snow around it was brought up into the air. The Magmar exploded violently outward in the same instant that Cherry lauched a magnificent core of fire at the opposing force.
Shielding their eyes from theh clash the trainers felt a rush of fleetingly unbareable heat then the powder snow remnant of the attack the Abomasnow had hoped to launch. There was a sound of crackling as they both lowered their arms
Two blue eyes observed waves of fire washing over scorched ground from the tower of flames that engulfed the giant. "Karu, stop!" Cried the younger as he feared lethal damage.
"Toru.." Began the chastisation of the elder, his tone enough to stop his complaints. "Look closer."
The creature was in the centre of the inferno, brow furrowed and arms crossed in defence. It was hardly impacted by the attacks of creatures not even fully evolved. Falling forward onto one knee the giant managed to prop itself up with a fist, injured but far from defeated.
"Catch it." Said the older with the same collective calm as earlier.
"What?"
"Or leave it. Personally I don't take to this kind of ... creature. But I don't believe in merciless killing."
"Oh, right!" Toru fumbled for an empty pokeball as Karu looked on with a pleased smile. The ultra ball thrown by his friend thudded neatly into the pokemon, fading it to white light then trapping it within. After some furious rocks of the sphere the escape attempts were in vain. The ball glowed warmly with Toru's fingerprints visible in blue as the pokemon was imprinted with who its trainer was. After a congratulations and returning their two exhausted pokemon the two paced out from the park and went their seperate ways for the time being, that curious package resting quietly and awaiting a chance to turn the young life of one trainer upside down.
In one part of the world, the island nation of Britain dwells in a cape of snow amongst the European Union. This is where the famous port city of Liverpool sits lazily on the north westerly coastline, looked down at by the rest of England as it produces a populace worthy of the petty criminality containing at least a ghost of pride and emulation of the more likable figures echoed in not so long gone years, topped with a trademark ability to laugh at everything through jokes at each turn.
In particular, two young teenagers from one of the nicer areas are todays subject of interest. The eyes of the news would be fixed on them by the end of the day and they didn't even know it.
It was around one o'clock in the afternoon, two tall teenagers were strolling through inches thick of snow nearly brushing against their knees as they ventured through the local park to reach a postal depo on the other side. The slightly shorter of the two dusted the accumulation of the gently falling snow from the shoulder of his grey winter coat and his curley hair as he inquired in his usual lightly pitched, enthusiasm laced voice ... "We just need to get this mystery parcel right?" He was accompanied by his starter, an equally enthusaistic Crocnaw.
"Sounds about right." Replied the deeper voiced, somewhat depression toned individual. His pace altered in the crunching white snow as he maneuvered around another frantic citizen with his right hand guiding him around them and back to his beeline through the snow. Glancing back to the fence lined perimeter of the park he heard another chain of curses drift away on the wind.
"What did you say was going on?" Inquired the younger individual, his Crocnaw peeking up curiously.
"The annual ice-type hunt." Responded the blue eyed, dark brown haired elder teen who was the taller of the two. Pausing in his tracks he reached into the fake fur lined interior of his black knitwear coat to tug out a knot in his curling ends. with curiosity eyed to completely curled mass of his friend's own brown hair. Full of ice the same as last year.
Shaking his head he continued his pace and sentance, "Each time it snows this heavily and manages by some plot of fate to stick ice types emerge from their little hidey holes and scatter about the park. The thing is they can hide so well in this weather that people only catch around twenty altogether over a course of two or three months. As such..." A pause was given to step around a Pidgeot pecking at patches of snow to find pokemon as per trainer's request no doubt, "...The first to catch an ice type earns front page of the local Echo and a commemorative pokeball."
"Sounds great! We should try it!"
"What about the parcel, genius?"
"Good point, I guess."
"Don't worry, we got time..." He found some measure of amusement in playing the other along. Judging by his pout and frown he didn't appreciate it but his tough act never lasted long. Giving him a light push toward the tree lined path winding through the park and a sharp word or two the straighter haired male made off into the middle of an area where no one seemed to be bothering to check. It was calmer here, quiet and all voices a whisper in the distance. Crouching down the trainer tugged his hood down and felt for the red-white sphere resting on the black belt holding up his jeans, ready at a moment's notice.
All this rushing would do nothing but scare ice pokemon in all their timid nature or fiendish glory. Oceanic eyes watched patiently across the beautiful plane of snow, careful for movement amongst the expanding mass of bushes and trees on the side of the park he was facing. A few people were lumbering past the fence, batting at it with sticks to try and scare the pokemon out. Once they passed time seemed to meld into an unknowable presense that even itself was pierced.
Smiling to himself with some level of smugness, he spied a familiar yellow point of a cetain pokemon he'd always had an eye out for. The brunette felt himself tense as fingers nibbled by frost closed around a micro-sphere, clicking the button he could barely feel to trigger it to grow. Next came the hard part, he'd always been a poor thrower. Of course the option of closing some distance was there but he wasn't about to scare away this precious creature.
As the Snorunt's oval, pale blue eyes began to scan for any sign of people or things the prone trainer pulled his snow coated hood up over his head, freezing in both temperature and motion on the spot. For an instant blue eyes met blue eyes causing trainer and pokemon alike to stop and think. What if he'd been caught? What if it would run? The second stretched on in tense silence... To perfect avail, the yellow cloaked pokemon paced off to the left with what looked like not a care in the world.
Pushing himself up the trainer near enough leapt from the snow, tossing the pokeball across the small expanse of snow with frost falling from his coat like a thin cloud of ice. The sphere hit the pokemon neatly in the back of the head, transforming it into light and trapping it within before it fell softly into the snow.
A feeling of joy welled up in the teenager, a smile plastered to his face and an actual feeling of uplifting relief as he darted across the snow. Taking the pokeball gently from the snow he sat in thought over what to do, oblivious to the world for precious minutes before his deep thought was pierced by a rising applause around him. Looking up with brow furrowed in confusion it appeared a crowd had gathered, Somebody must have seen him capture the ice type. Some degree of cheers and congratulations rippled through the crowd, encouraging a dusted pink blush and heartfelt smile from the trainer as a camera flashed from what he presumed was the local news crew.
After a brief exhcange and his Snorunt being transferred into a pokeball with icy blue glass-like substance replacing red the two teen trainers set off back towards the post office. This time they followed the path, snow smothered trees defining the concealed tarmac. The elder of the two recited the brief encounter as the path twisted around a hill and lead them out past the sports center on the edge of the park. He'd come to the decision that the Snorunt would not be released until alone, he didn't want any complications with people or too big a panic. Following the roads devoid of cars around the corner, the cube building with large painted black digital controlled gates was easy to spot, red vans as snow choked as the park. Next to the imposing 'fortress' lock door that was beside the gate-shielded car park a sing was fastened to the wall. It read a gloomy message of the building and service closed until snow cleared up.
Giving a groan and deflaing somewhat the blue eyed male stopped himself from a small outburst of aggression. "Ugh, another day.." The mysterious package would go undiscovered for now, turning on his heel in disappointment after standing in distraught hope for some five minutes. All the way through the park the two more or less complained then picked at details, looking at how much it felt they were in some mysterious role play game. Then they heard it. A faint rumble from somewhere alarming.
"What was-" The younger began.
"Shut up. Be very..very..quiet.." Slowly the two turned about, nothing but an obscenely 'plump' tree beside them. As caution began to fade into simple uneasiness another rumble shook snow from the tree with a dull thud as it hit the ground. Turning to inspect the tree the black coat clad trainer commented. "Don't you think the branches on this tree are..awfully..." Realisation dawned. This wasn't supposed to be real, it was just a flight of fancy kids had when they were young, just a fairy tale to scare each other, it couldn't be real! "...Oh...dear...god.." He backed away in terror, fumbling at his belt as his friend tugged his arm with his own panic rising at recognition of his abstract horror.
"What is it?" The younger near enough begged out of human nature, adrenaline nearly flowing. A look of displeasure crossed him as his hand was knocked away with a comment of, "Idiot!" and his Quilava, Cherry, was released. The grace of realisation only reached him as a rumbling roar pierced the air, evergreen arms shaking snow loose from the form of the giant Abomasnow. Standing some ten meters tall that gargantuan form of the creature had raged etched into it's eyes as it swung down a mighty fist with torrents of cold air swirling about it, impacting with the ground with a brilliant eruption of spikes formed of ice leaping up from the ground around it. As it took it's hand from the ground the ice collapsed into faint frost on the wind.
"That was a weak one!" Yelled the male. The snow the pokemon had shaken from it's body was lashing in torrents all about them, a snowstorm. "Cherry now!" Cried the trainer, pointing at the giant. Loyally the Quilava sent a jet of flame into the chest of the Abomasnow to hardly any avail, the creature shielding it's eyes with one massive arm, other hand gathering a full Ice Punch. This time the torrents fed into flat shimmering blue crystal shaped slats of light encircling the beast's fist, two or three rows circling together at the wrist, main bulk and around the knuckles. Using it's guarding arm the Abomasnow let out a cry of rage and literally swept aside the fire with sheer mass causing a sweeping wind to swing it's power charged fist. Lucky for the trainer his Quilava was agile, leaping up and delivering a Flame Wheel to it's face, leaving it smouldering slightly as the explosion of ice from it's fist decimated a section of the fence, leaving more permanent peaks of ice jutting at angles from the ground.
The younger in the meantime had released his Magmar after returning the Crocnaw, covering Cherry's escape with a flamethrower burning the shoulder of the giant Abomasnow which only angered it further. Cherry and the Magmar held fast, side by side with their flames burning brightly as the opposing pokemon inhaled to such a size the trainers ducked behind bushes in foreboding.
The composed Elder of the two stood with determination running as hot in his veins as the crescendo of roaring flames about the double team before him. Reaching out to touch the youngers pokeball a small hexagonal data grid formed of white light around his touch, recognising him as the original owner of the Magmar. His companion looked at him with a degree of confusion beng clearly unsure of what move was to be pulled next.
The initial adrenaline of the surprise battle had stopped and senses came back with the feel of the snowstorm beng suppressed by the heat of their pokemon, he realised just how cold he was in these damp clothes too. As the hazardous cocktail of panic and instinctual reaction gave way to logic the trainer skimmed through a plan to cut down this beast. His voice rang out calm yet firm, "Fire Spin. Overheat. Teach the snow monster a lesson!"
Of course by no means was the goliath idling and awaiting the twin attacks. Raising its arms unto the sky a white energy formed that gathered up the very air and snow around it shimmered between outstretched hands, tufts of the evergreen giant exposed as its own cloak was consumed as fuel. In the same few moments Cherry's mane of fire withdrew timidly before leaping forth with an almighty roar as a collar of raging hellfire lashed at the very air wth Magmar's coal furnace heart unleashing a heated fury enough to burn through the snow and grass at its feet in seconds.
A dreaded second hung in the air as the Abomasnow gave a fersome roar, hands thrown out towards the trainers and their companions before a torrent of pure ice exhibiting the sounds of glaciers scraping against one another lashed across the distance between them with such force the thick fallen snow around it was brought up into the air. The Magmar exploded violently outward in the same instant that Cherry lauched a magnificent core of fire at the opposing force.
Shielding their eyes from theh clash the trainers felt a rush of fleetingly unbareable heat then the powder snow remnant of the attack the Abomasnow had hoped to launch. There was a sound of crackling as they both lowered their arms
Two blue eyes observed waves of fire washing over scorched ground from the tower of flames that engulfed the giant. "Karu, stop!" Cried the younger as he feared lethal damage.
"Toru.." Began the chastisation of the elder, his tone enough to stop his complaints. "Look closer."
The creature was in the centre of the inferno, brow furrowed and arms crossed in defence. It was hardly impacted by the attacks of creatures not even fully evolved. Falling forward onto one knee the giant managed to prop itself up with a fist, injured but far from defeated.
"Catch it." Said the older with the same collective calm as earlier.
"What?"
"Or leave it. Personally I don't take to this kind of ... creature. But I don't believe in merciless killing."
"Oh, right!" Toru fumbled for an empty pokeball as Karu looked on with a pleased smile. The ultra ball thrown by his friend thudded neatly into the pokemon, fading it to white light then trapping it within. After some furious rocks of the sphere the escape attempts were in vain. The ball glowed warmly with Toru's fingerprints visible in blue as the pokemon was imprinted with who its trainer was. After a congratulations and returning their two exhausted pokemon the two paced out from the park and went their seperate ways for the time being, that curious package resting quietly and awaiting a chance to turn the young life of one trainer upside down.
[TBR Dec 15]
