Poke Stories

Good idea, Chobi. So should we just post our own Pokemon stories here, or add on to yours?

"I must be the worst trainer in the world," Sam muttered to himself as his two pokemon were attacked with no mercy.
"If you want to be a good trainer, maybe you should train some more, you pathetic loser!" said Josh, a top notch trainer in Johto and also Sam's rival. "If you didn't waste your energy playing video games all the time, maybe you wouldn't suck so bad!"
Josh overtowered Sam by about five inches, but Sam thought he could outsmart Josh...somehow. Sam's dream, like every other Pokemon trainer, was to become a Pokemon Master and to challenge the Elite Four. Professor Elm was kind enough to give him his first Pokemon, a Cyndaquil. At first, it disliked Sam and thought him to be incompetent as a trainer, but they grew to like each other, and Cyndaquil was Sam's favorite Pokemon. He had found another Pokemon--Pidgey--which he liked, but not as much as Cyndaquil.
Sam went home discouraged. His mom tried to cheer him up, but it was no consolation to him. He missed his dad. He missed his old life. He wanted to do something spectacular--to set himself apart from all the rest. Then it struck him, he would undergo the sixteen gym leader challenge*, but he would need more than a Cyndaquil and Pidgey to take him all the way.
Over the next couple of days, Sam studied Pokemon evolutions, statistics, qualities, and type advantages. He decided that he would need a Fire, Flying, Dark, Psychic, Rock, and Ice types, but he didn't know what he would decide to get.
He began his route to Cherrygrove City. It wasn't too interesting for him: a quick run through some grass with an occasional battle. He focused on keeping all of his Pokemon at the same general level before he faced his first gym leader in Violet City. A man offered to give him a tour of Cherrygrove. Sam accepted, and as a result got a Map of Johto and Kanto. Sam slept through the night, and got up refreshed the next morning.
He went to the next road leading to Violet City, but he got a call from Professor Elm who wanted him to talk to Mr. Pokemon and get a mysterious item. Sam strove on through the wild pokemon area to Mr. Pokemon's house and found some berries outside. He went inside and Mr. Pokemon gave him the Mystery Egg. Mr. Pokemon told Sam to take it back immediately to Prof. Elm. Sam complied and was on his way. He found a wild Weedle who poisoned his Cyndaquil. It was hurting to the point of fainting, so Sam took it to the Pokemon center in Cherrygrove, but it was too late. Cyndaquil had already fainted, and it took another full day's rest for it to recover.
He was about to leave Cherrygrove when he saw Prof. Elm's daughter, Ashley. She had a stunning figure. With silky blonde hair and radiant eyes, every young man coveted her. Sam was no different. Ashley challenged him to a battle. Sam really wanted to win, but he didn't know what to do...

To be continued.

What do you think so far?


*Editor's Note: Gyms from Kanto and Johto

Hmmm...good, good. Better than mine I think. I have a whole thing of stories in the writer forum place thinger. I mostly am a Slayers chika meself, but I'll make an acception for this forum.

Umm....*Scratches head* Why am in these stories?


In a land of pokemon, a girl seeks the truth in her life. Where did she came from and why was she alone? For she is 14. But her life without memory began. Every thing in her past she could remember is none. She travels for anwser of her real mother and father. She holds the neckless that was said to belong to her mother. A heart pedant covered with one red, blue, and green gem. Her adoptive mother said she had found her with the neckless already on her neck. She travels along with her pet, Pichu. She sits on the edge of the cliff looking trowards the horizon. "Why was I left alone? Was there some reason?" Tears began to moist her eyes. "Why did the leave me here alone with a only clue such as this? What ever happen to them?" She wipes her eyes a stands up. She looks straight ahead troward a village. "Pichu... Lets go."

I'll uhh...continue it latr.^.^'

Part II (at least it's longer.^.^')
They finally made it to the village. Pichu limping behind. "Oh, Pichu. I'm sorry for putting you into all thoose battles. Let's go find a pokemon center." She carried her Pichu and went on to find a pokemon center.
As they entered the nurse gladly welcomes them.
"Hello. I see you pichu needs recovery. What is your name?"
"My name......." She looked down and thought "what did my real parents called me?" She looked up at her and said "It' Naomi. My name is Naomi."
"Oh, what a pretty name! Did your parents called you that?"
"My mother who adobted me called me by that name." She replied
"Okay Naomi. You can have a seat while we recover your pichu. We'll call out your name when Pichu's all better."

On the otherside of the village lived a boy and his family. He looked at the portrait of his father hanging on the wall next to the dinner table. "I'm going to become a pokemon trainer....just like dad."
"*sigh* Your father study well about pokemon on weaknesses and strenght, types, attacks, and levels. But you hate studying so how could you become like your father?" Says his mother.
"I'll learn by experence!" Says the boy with a gleam in his eye.
"You know Christopher....if you study more you wouldn't have trouble battling all thoose gymleaders."
"Aww...mom. I'll learn don't worry. And.....and it's chris okay?"
"Okay, CHRIS. Why don't you do your mother a favor and tuck you little sister in. You know how scared she is of big bad pokemon under her bed."
"Mom....Do I have to? She's soooo annoying!" He complained.
" You will unless you don't want any money for your trip tomorrow."
Mumbling, he went upstairs to his sisters room.
"Chrissy! Chrissy! Look at the doll Bleys gave me!" Says little Rei jumping up and down excitedly with her stuffed pikachu in her hand. "it'll be my best friend and help me be brave from the mean ol' bad monster pokemon!'
"Rei.....my name's chris." He looked at the toy doll his older brother sent to Rei. "I wonder how bleys is doing. Rei, it's time for bed maybe pikachu is tired from the air trip all the way from Kanto."
Bleys was the oldest sibling of the family. He was a grad at the pokemon school in the village. He was always an A student. He left 3 months ago to a place in Kanto to study more about pokemon.
"I named it Cuddles. Cuz it always fun...to..cuddle...with...it..." She dozed off to sleep.
"Hmm....must of been sleepy from all that jumping." He placed the blanket on top of her. " Good night Rei." He said quietly as he left the room and turned off the lights. He thought how lonely she'll be when he'll leave tommorrow. He went into his room and looked up into the night sky. "Father....I wish you were still here with us. Rei and I misses you a lot. She growned so big too. And I know Bleys is learning hard so he can help pokemon and make you proud. I hope your watching over me when I leave for my trip tommorrow. I hope it's not as hard to watch over me in the sky than it is in real-life."
He smiled as a shooting start past the sky. He looked at his poke'ball resting on his drawer beside his bed. "Growlithe.....I remember when you first gave him to me father...he was just a puppy... and I was 3..... it's been already 11 years and he grown to be a great fire pokemon. I'll make you proud father."

I'll post the next part latr. ermm yeah....

Josh's Adventure: Episode One

It all started when I went to Lavender Town. My older brother said it changed quite a bit since the last time he went there ten years ago. I wasn't even born when he went there last. He took me up to the top of the tower and I felt a dark presence around me. It seemed to put pressure on my head and it felt cold and lifeless. I shuddered.
we waited awhile, and my brother and I were soon alone in a section of the tower with little light. We entered upon a room that had a statue of a Gyarados. It was my parent's Gyarados. The three of them died in a raging storm after fighting a fierce Pokemon battle.

While reflecting on this, all of a sudden, the lights went out, and I stumbled upon a grave, looking for my brother. I was left alone in a 500 year old masoleum. I felt darkness swirling around me, and I stayed as still as the corpses of the Pokemon buried in the earth under me. Then I felt that dark presence again, but this time, I felt a cold, wet sheet against my hand.

I saw two shining red eyes out of the moonlight. I was like "Holy $H!T" and scrambled to my feet, only to trip over a grave and land on my face. The thing followed me and I saw the creepy red eyes again. Then, my Pokedex started bleeping and my heart stopped. I looked at the small LCD screen and I saw those red eyes again. It was on a skull, attatched to black rags. The sexy voice of my Pokedex (I programmed it to have a sexy chick voice) spoke information about a "Duskull." What the hell was a Duskull? A Pokemon?

I began to feel more courageous. I saw my first Pokemon in the wild, and I didn't know how to capture it without a Pokemon of my own. The Duskull shone brighter and I could see it clearly now. I searched over and over in my mind what to do. An idea popped into my mind. The Ancient Ball! I purchased an Ancient Ball on an excavation trip! I slowly drew it out and faced my opponent....

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Josh's Adventure: Episode Two

I tossed the ball with all of my strength. I wasn't clear on what happened next. I heard rocking of metal, and then the soft tone of the Ancient Ball. I started to head toward the ball, and again I tripped on a gravestone. I swore and opened the ball and the Duskull popped out. It was smiling at me. I decided to name it Skull, because I wasn't sure how to spell his real name. We sat together for awhile, and I began to trust it, since it was my Pokemon, and it began to become friendlier toward me. I sat down on the cold, damp ground and started to think. On TV, I saw a trainer who always kept a Pikachu on his shoulder and I saw a girl who always carried a Togepi, so I decided this would be fun to do. I got up with hope and courage in my brain and headed toward the exit arch in the dim room. Nothing could go wrong now that I had a...BAM! I tripped on a gravestone again.

My brother and I took the Pidgeot Express to Celadon City, where my brother lived. He worked at the Celedon Poke Mart, a monopoly of all Pokemon Marts that was owned by the same company ad Goldenrod Poke Mart. We asked the salesperson what Ghost Pokemon like to eat and other information about Ghost Pokemon. She said that ghost Pokemon don't eat because they are dead, but do enjoy small treats and they like any kind of blood. I shuddered at the thought and wondered if I'd have to cut my hand in order to give it it's favorite food. Nasty! But Skull reminded me of a baby vampire, and vampires kick ass.

I said goodbye to my brother as I headed onto the hot air balloon carried by the Pidgeot (that's how Pidgeot Express works). We took off, and everything was fine for a half an hour or so. But then I heard a flock of Skarmory in the distance. My heart sank into my stomach. I heard about the attack of the Skarmory flock on different air rides and I was paralyzed. I couldn't tell the Pidegeot to go faster, because she was not my Pokemon. The multitude of Skarmory edged closer.

I didn't have another Ancient Ball, nor would another one be effective against a non-Ghost type. Skull was completely unaware of the situation. The Pidgeot seemed to move faster, but it didn't matter. The Skarmory were here. They sliced the balloon and the Pidgeot zoomed away, and Skull and I were falling towards the hard ground.

That was the first time I heard Skull speak. It was more of a shriek, but with a deep and scratchy voice. I had no time to think, because my Pokemon and I were going to die. The Skarmory circled around and flew toward us, and I almost blacked out. But then the Pidgeot, free from the confines of the balloon, swooped under me and picked me up. I was relieved, and Skull floated onto my shoulders (Ghosts, of course, can fly).

Pidgeot's speed vs. Skarmory speed was no contest. Pidgeot soon outran them. We were almost out of their reach when I saw a baby Skarmory falling out of the sky. The leader didn't even notice. I was astonished and urged the Pidgeot to catch the baby. She obeyed only because most Pokemon respect each other's well being. Pidgeot caught it between her talons. We flew back to the Celadon Pokemon Center, and Nurse Alicia took the injured bird to the emergency room.

I waited for what seemed hours, and I was right. It was nighttime. Alicia came out of the room and said Skarmory is in critical condition. I told her what happened and then she gave me a hug. I felt a lot better, and I went to sleep on the couch.

When I woke up, Alicia was sitting on the edge of the couch. Her face was wet with tears and her eyes were sort of red. In my heart, I knew what happened. I put my arms around her and she cried for a bit. Then she blew her nose and closed her eyes.

There was a lot of confusion in my mind on what to do next. I had a Ghost Pokemon, a beautiful nurse in my arms, no direction, and my world full of mystery.

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