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Slaves Revenge - Vaporeon TF short storySlaves Revenge - Vaporeon TF short story by The-Writing-Raichu
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 were he’d been sleeping on his duck feather pillow.
His bedroom was a gilded chamber of electronics, filled to the brim with gaming computers and hidden TVs. A dedicated corner of his room was taken over by wires from his main computer that glowed red like a living organism as coolant pumped through its many tubes. Untouched guitars lined the wa
Braixen and the Pokemon War - Art Trade TFA 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.Braixen and the Pokemon War - Art Trade TF by The-Writing-Raichu
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 she would wait for rescue, sometimes for hours without end, but that rock was also the place where she would cast her fishing pole. The fallen tree just next to the white rock was where she scratched out her self-made fish catcher. It was hard to forget the blisters that plagued her for weeks after that. An empty grown gurgled from the Braixen stomach
Going through changesGoing through changes by The-Writing-Raichu
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 fun."
Alice sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Her auburn hair was a tangled mess which looped down between her shoulder blades. One side of her face was slightly redder then the other and there was a little bit of drool still clinking to the edge of her lip. After wiping it away she reached over and switched on the lamp, then grabbed
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