When Andrew Cleeman sent his best friend onto the field, both were refreshed and detirmined. They would do it this time, beat them together, win the badge and walk off into the sunset with suitably inspiring music playing in the background.
Monswoon, the water type beginner of the Metone League stood on two plump legs while its hind quarters had ( Read more... )

“And that’s about the gist of it,” Chaz gloated outside, three o’clock that afternoon once her rounds were done. It had been a lazy day and she gulped messily at her water canteen, spilling most of it on Corny below. She sat in the fig tree with her Pokémon and rubbed her knuckles on her uniform. “Pilot Light is in deep because of all the foreign ( Read more... )

Chapter One
Cerebral Salmonella

“Yahuh, mum!” Chaz mumbled frantically through a mouth full of toast. She juggled a pack in one hand, Pokeballs in the other and clinched the telephone between her ear and her shoulder.

“I just can’t believe you didn’t take the day off, honey. You deserve it! You’ve been working so hard lately,” Elanora, her perpetually ( Read more... )

Damn! Damn! Bugger! Bugger! Damn! It happened again. When I write a story I generally have fifty thousand pages of planning, and if I lose that planning I'm so lazy I don't feel like starting again. It happened with Pilot Light, losing a fantastically detailed chapter plan, and now its happened again with character personalities. So for the next ( Read more... )